Amsterdam was very cold in the morning. Except for a few birds foraging in the snow, no pedestrian could see it. One night's flying snow covered the messy footprints on haicucumber street. In the underground clubhouse of 1037, Howard frowned and stared at the TV screen in front of him.
He turned his head and looked. It had been a crazy night, and the party members who should have slept at the moment were awake, holding their breath and concentrating like him, as if they were thinking about something.
The clubhouse was so quiet that even the chirping of birds on the ground could be vaguely heard.
Howard follows. As a person, whether you are a human being or the son of Gaia, you should cut off this tentacle and gain independence in consciousness and soul... "
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Dickinson touched the lump on her neck, laughed at herself and said to herself: am I not a tentacle?
When Selena's spirit became stronger and stronger, Dickinson said uneasily to the void, "she... She won't have an accident like this? This... This is suicide!"
A voice in his brain answered him, "spread her spirit all over the world, and she will really be with the world! She is a great person, and her name will be left in human history."
Selena's speech continued as they spoke. Just when sarodin said that mankind would remember her name, Selena said the slogan that had a far-reaching impact on human civilization and was still exciting when mankind rushed out of the Milky way and scattered the seeds of civilization to the whole universe tens of thousands of years later:
"Mortal freedom!"
Meanwhile, the door of Dickinson's house was pushed open