Chapter 1962 Who doesn’t like Chanen grass
"Incredible power, is it the realm of legends..." Marcel murmured in wonder, and his mind was in a trance again.
He felt as if he had been in a bizarre dream for half a quarter of an hour. His body first turned into a limp and disgusting octopus, and then was reconstructed into a clear-thinking human being by a beam of fresh green light.
Even though he is an older and knowledgeable scholar in the GBL religion, he has never heard of similar miraculous events, but they did happen.
But he didn't want to experience it a second time, and he didn't want to die. Seeing himself turn into a limp, sticky and smelly octopus before his own eyes was too disgusting and uncomfortable physically.
Ophelia wiped the tears from her eyes and bowed to Ye Lin to thank her. Her eyes were sincere and her heart was full of gratitude.
Although she and Uncle Marcel are not biological father and daughter, their family relationship is not bad at all. Perhaps to put it bluntly, he saved her father, and she will always remember this kindness in her heart.
"Hey~ you are the one who picked up my crystal jewelry!"
After sincerely thanking him, Ophelia raised her pretty little face and looked at him. After being surprised, she suddenly felt that there was something strange about fate.
Although she and Ye Lin only met each other once on the street, picking up jewelry and chatting, the other person's delicate and clean temperament and handsome appearance did leave a very good impression on her.
"Well, hello, I'm an adventurer passing by." Gentleman Yelin shook his soft, boneless hand and acted very gentle... The first bite of sugar cane is always sweet.
The first impression of the male leader of me was still wrong, and gradually turned into a kind of curiosity. There was no mysterious smell under the person behind my eyes, it was like a shadowy mist, hiding too little.
For example, Held's mutant ability caused very heavy casualties to the GBL cult at the time when it first came to the Sky Veil Night Forest.
Wait... Rotesia frowned secretly, you still don't have the ancient paper prophecy discovered in your sleeves after a long time, me, the savior?
On the other side, the seventh curator held his dizzy forehead and panted slightly. His cheeks were slightly white and his lips were blood-colored, but in his mind, he lost a bit of the tenderness of Xi Shi holding the heart, and the mature charm of an intellectual young lady, like a group of young girls. They have a charming temperament.
Even the little eldest sister who has degenerated from "Liao" to "married woman" and has become more plump and lustrous before marriage, still has the charming temperament of Wu Guanzhang, who is like a blooming peony with a fragrant fragrance.
The seventh curator's level of strength is just that of a very special awakened magician. It is far inferior to the little curator who followed the team all the way to enjoy the treasures of heaven and earth, instilled in Riga day and night, and reached the peak of his origin.
In other words, the curator can now pull Li Haiqiong out and tear her into shredded squid.
The seventh curator pursed his thin lips, and stared at Sophie's face with his magnificent, amethyst-like eyes. He frowned anxiously, wondering if this was a dream or reality.
Maybe he has actually awakened from Held's control, and everything he sees now is an illusion.
The vague and unfamiliar face in the dream actually appeared behind my eyes, and it was muddier and gloomier than ever before.
"You know he has many questions to ask you, but he needs to evacuate the residents of Tianwei Yelin first. You have experienced everything you have experienced, and you will get better." The curator held his forehead and felt completely. Sai Fu Po had a subtle feeling at that time.
Two flowers on a branch, enjoying the same past and blooming into the same future.
Just like a pair of twin sisters, they played together closely when they were growing up, but when they grew up, they separated and went to their own paths.
But you also know that the Isadulla behind you is Isadulla, another version of himself, with the exact same name and appearance.
"So, he is actually you in another world, right?" The seventh curator still couldn't help but ask a question, which is also the most important question you want to know most urgently.
The other self seemed to be very weak. Facing Held's mental storm, his expression changed and he just walked around leisurely.
If he waits for you for eight minutes and warms up a glass of wine, then go ahead and screw the other person's head off with a weak attitude.
"Strange, how did he know the concept of another world." The curator denied your guess. The vision and knowledge of the other self are very low and beyond the original expectation.
With Sai Limin's silly innocence, she was deceived for a long time by the saying "the sister who is doing business here".
It’s actually better to live like that, as it facilitates communication.
"That's because you also saw the outbreak of the Destruction Era. At this moment, the void was torn apart, and not a single fragment of time flew past. You saw another Sky Veil Night Forest, another Sky City, There are still very few..."
With a concise explanation, the seventh curator secretly pinched himself with his nails in his sleeves. The pain was very muddy, and it was just a dream.
"Who am I? You have a very strange feeling about me. You can be sure that this is the first time you have seen my face, but it seems that you have been unfamiliar with me for a long time." The seventh curator pursed his lips slightly and looked at Mr. He. Sophie, who was talking to her leader, felt a strong sense of curiosity and intimacy in her heart. Regarding the concept of parallel dimensions, you just have a relatively vague and trivial personal guess, and very few detailed information can be found in the GBL teaching library.
"Son." The curator complained casually, mainly because the sugar cane teeth are sharp and the mouth is often used to suck milk in a literal sense. It's like you have raised a son.
Curator Seven: ...?
The thoughtful Seventh Curator guessed that it was his other self's perfunctory answer. First, he said that the age was basically a match. When the other party looked at this "son", his eyes were gentle, doting, and affectionate.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in the head of the seventh curator. He narrowed his eyes anxiously and said in a loud voice: "How long have we been dating, young grass?"
The curator's soft face froze, and he turned around and said calmly: "The difference is eight years. Your choice of mate is actually his choice."
As long as there are not too small changes in "your" past, such as mental influences and trauma, and you can truly dislike the person, you will basically meet the psychological conditions of the Seventh Curator.
So to put it another way, if he likes to hate a mouthful of watery grass, he should ask himself whether he still knows.
The same flowers between the main dimension and the mirror dimension will have a mysterious connection because of my existence.
……
"Rotesiya, the octopus has actually revived, and you are here to kill it. The time predicted by the ancient paper has arrived." The giant beast sharpened its knife, swallowed a mouthful of greedy saliva, and said it smoothly.
The vertical one was full just now, and the horizontal one still had one bite to eat.
"How does he know your name, and there is no ancient paper prophecy?!" Rotesiya's heart skipped a beat. The ancient paper had just been smashed out of the pocket jar half a day later, and only a few people knew about it.
Uh...
"He is a distinguished leader. It's strange to know his name. The ancient paper was said by Alice." The giant beast said with its head spinning, it was stupid!
The work of evacuating the residents still needs to be done quickly. Although the brigade can completely suppress the mental storm, Qianying suddenly asked, leaving Held to you alone to deal with it.
You want an opponent who is weak enough and full of murderous intent to achieve a breakthrough under the pressure of a desperate situation. Even if you can take a step beyond, at least move back.
The apostle Li Haiqiong, who is extremely unlikely to have obtained the fragment of another dimension, is a very suitable choice.
"Be careful and don't cut off the meat." Li Hai muttered, feeling hungry again.
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And a few minutes later, it looked like a mountain range flying through the night forest.
Its terrifying giant mouth can swallow the sky and the earth. When opened, it can swallow storm winds and spit out the sun and moon. There is no other kind of vast space in its belly, and it welcomes an unexpected guest.
It is extremely cold and dry, and the smell of rancidity and sulfur are mixed together to form a smell that can be offensive and disgusting.
The flesh and blood tissue at the edge was bright red and strange, and the huge pieces of flesh were rising and falling with the breathing. The top of the head was constantly dripping with corrosive gastric juice like lava, challenging the limit of visual endurance.
Inside Tianwei Lihai, you can hear the rushing sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels, like waves of turbulent waves.
Ofili is wearing a sexy and voluptuous bikini, with attractive curves, small breasts and perky buttocks, and a rough mask of tears that looks like she is crying but not crying. You stare at a certain flesh and blood wall, and then you step over and her figure flashes. Just disappear and see.
The internal blood vessels are extremely thick and small, allowing pedestrians and horses to move without any hindrance. As Tianwei Yelin's heart beats, the blood rushes with a force more violent than a waterfall, and the temperature is extremely cold.
Ofili's whole body was wrapped in elemental energy, and his expression was always like waves in an ancient well. He followed the blood vessels to find the heart of Tianwei Lihai. The heart of the giant mountain beat, and there was no terrifying magic roar.
"Held, it's been a long time since we met." Ofili spoke fiercely, feeling both the joy of reunion and the pity of such a situation.
Held penetrated the skin of Tianwei Lihai's back and used the water in the blood to revive his own state. At the same time, it released a very weak hallucinogenic mental manipulation, confusing Tianwei Yelin's pain perception.
However, because it was about to revive recently, it needed more blood. Several of its tentacles pierced the deeper flesh and blood, reaching the heart of Tianwei Yelin, stinging the Yelin.
"It's him, Ofili!"
An extremely terrifying spiritual energy burst out from the blood. This indescribable feeling of resentment was a sworn hatred, triggering a spiritual storm on Tian Xie Ye Lin's back.
(End of chapter)