A big tear rolled down from the corner of Xiao Ming's eye.
As the tear dropped, it suddenly reversed and returned to his eyes.
The surrounding scene reflected on his retina seemed to go back in time, from slow to fast, from fast to fast.
And faster When a certain critical point is reached, the reverse flow begins to change from fast to slow, then from slow to even slower.
Although it is slowing down, it is still very fast, because this is a world with a fast lens, and only the perspective of God, whose heart is outside the world, can see everything clearly.
Three days and nights went back, and he finally saw himself flying upside down in the air at the end of time.
A spherical ripple of air, also retracting towards him in an inverted manner, from far to near.
What's amazing is that the nearby scene is still in fast motion.
To whichever circle the ripples retract, the scene outside that circle becomes a real slow motion, slower than the normal world.
It's like a slow-motion world, assimilating into a fast-motion world from the outside in.
At the same time, the heart that jumped out of the world gradually retracted its body until it merged into one.
The world of fast shots was completely expelled, and time no longer went back, but moved forward slowly.
Because this is a slow-motion world He saw the subtle expression of Gong Er gritting his teeth, the fat man's trembling cheeks, the vortex of air flow created by Xiao Wu embracing the air, and the blisters on Wang Kun's face.
He also heard the rose and the elongated scream, the blinking of Jing Chun's eyelids, the sound of Xia Yan swallowing saliva, and the excited and restless body language of the soldiers.
He also smelled the various smells emitted by all things in the world: the stench of human sweat, the smell of nuclear corpses, the coldness of frozen soil, and the desolate killing of doomsday.
Xiao Ming blinked his blood-red eyes, almost thinking that he had a dream.
In the blink of an eye, he had a long, long dream.
Then he landed with a bang, smashing out a cloud of dust.
The world was finally clean, not back to normal.
Just as he was about to stand up, Gong Er rushed to him and flew up with his shadowless kick again, hitting him in the chest.
He screamed exaggeratedly, flew upside down again, and flew in the direction of the rose.
Hey, why did he say "again" and it was three times "again"?
Xiao Ming woke up from a dream, as if he had done the same thing in his dream "No," he groaned in his heart, and then it turned into a real moan, because Rose raised her knees and pressed them against his abdomen.
Xiao Ming let out an earth-shattering scream, half because of pain and the other half because of fear.
Because he remembered that in his dream, something terrible was going to happen.
This time, he fell in the direction of Wanrui.
If he remembered correctly, she would catch his short tail.
Sure enough, like a sneer, he took action like lightning and grabbed the short tail of the brat's fourth leg.
Of course she didn't catch it, because Xiao Ming did a nuclear corpse jump in the air, landed firmly on the ground, took the lead, hugged her slender waist, and cried loudly, as if it was a lifetime ago.
Yes, he and she were once separated by life and death.
There is nothing more exciting than a dead lover living in front of him again.
To be precise, it's not "ever" or "already", but "will", as if he is about to die, he will be separated by life and death from her, and will be separated by life and death from everyone except Tomorrow.
He finally understood that he was not dreaming.
He had foreseen the future and the future in the next three days.
To be more precise, it was myself three days later who passed on what happened in these three days to herself through consciousness.
Happy New Year, kids, because I have recently prepared another book, so this book has been updated every two days.
Fortunately, it is coming to the end.
It should be finished before the Spring Festival.
Kids, you can read the finale during the Spring Festival.
Thank you for accompanying Xiao Ming till today.
I wish you all a better tomorrow: