Li Nuwei felt a strange atmosphere, cold hands and feet entering her veins, blood being drawn from her body, and heat being drained out little by little. His happy expression gradually turned hard.

Suddenly, Ling Ling smiled and asked something very familiar to Lian Owei, and it was like a bell stump that hit him on the head.

"So, what's the story that happened to you?" Linlin folded her hands on the table. He lay lazily with his chin on the table, hiding most of his face behind his arms. Only one cold black eye was exposed.

Wait...where did you hear that phrase?

Li Nuowei stared blankly at Ling Ling, feeling inexplicably confused. Then he heard a buzzing sound in his ears, felt dizzy and looked a little confused. He kept asking himself where he had heard that phrase before.

The more times I asked myself this question, the faster my heart beat and the closer I got to the terrifying truth.

I can't think anymore! Stop thinking!

no! Think quickly!

Stop!

Continue!

think!

Give up!

think! think!

Drake, fishman, sea monster, Ankaijin... The star returns, the end is ing, the seal, the old ruler, fear, true name, despair, blindness, ignorance, return...

far cry! far cry!

The answer is hidden there!

Dark truth!

Suspicious world!

Other people's voices kept appearing in Li Nuowei's mind, roaring and shouting in his heart, and his mind became more and more confused.

One more go, one more go, answer, answer, black, black, suspect, suspect...

No... there's still one answer left, a dark truth and suspicion...

Dangerous...dark...suspicious...

Dangerous...cough...

Li Nuowei’s face was red, her eyes were bloodshot, and she held her head tightly with both hands. It was as if he wanted to escape his soul from this fragile body of flesh and blood, to escape the whispers of fish entering the room. his heart.

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