Break Through the Steam Game Library

Shugu·Linzhong Feiyan woke up from the bed.

He was awakened by the weird dream, the giant flying noodle monster was entangled with whiskers, and was dragged into the noodle body full of thick sauce.

In the faintly remnant dreams, he still remembered that there were many white women around the noodles, their bodies were wrapped in white light, and only thin and pure outlines remained hazy, and their faces were in the light of petals. Appearing, all of them are compassionate beauties, with their eyes closed slightly, their long eyelashes trembling in the breeze, and their soft lips, one of them flew over.

He stared at Shu Gu. Although she closed her eyes, Shu Gu knew that she was looking at him. He stared at the woman's eyes, hoping that she could open his affectionate eyes and look at himself.

At this time, he could still feel that he was being dragged into the depths of the noodles, just like a drowning drowning man. But it was different. He didn't feel the icy suffocation, just numbness, faint tingling, and the strong premonition of death.

The white angel in the dream gently stroked the bones of her face. She opened her eyes. The beautiful iris was a blue sea, and the pupils were bright golden, like a bright sunset. Shu Gu had just seen the sun not long ago, but he had never seen the sea.

The woman’s eyes are the sea, and the bones are willing to drown there. He is now awake and is still trying to remember whether he has spoken to her, even he is increasingly uncertain whether he has really had this dream, in the dream. Is there really such a group of flying girls?

However, there is a voice that is getting clearer and clearer, and it reverberates in the ears lowly, like an auditory buzzer, "Love. Love the world."

What love? Bone couldn't help but ask questions from the bottom of my heart.

And the whisper whispered actually answered.

"We must cherish the blessings of cooking, and wipe out all those who disobey the cooking. Only love can allow the world to survive."

The big bones have a faint sense of fear that they are bound by invisible shackles. He looks around. It is a clean iron block house. The high-quality alloy is beautiful in blue and the ceiling reflects the soft white light. Bright, but also the brightness of early spring and afternoon.

In addition to the iron bed he was on, there was also a meal delivery port on the opposite wall. On the partition was a pile of delicate glass medicine bottles that had been drunk. In addition, there was a square mirror and a gray iron sink on the wall on the left hand side.

Bone stood up lightly and flew forward for a while, rummaged through the pile of old bottles on the partition of the meal delivery port. There really was a new bottle of medicine. He unplugged the stopper and drank it.

Immediately, he turned around and flew for a while, and stood in front of the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror. After doing all this, he remembered that he could fly, and he was a little too familiar with this place, like The same as going home.

Why is this again?

Huge bones looked at himself in the mirror, and his whole body was covered with spiritual lines. This is a form that elders only have. From the beginning, he only had some spiritual lines on his neck. Today, his entire skin has become solid. The haze-like spiritual skin is covered with dazzling tri-color tile-like light patterns, and it is beautiful like a flower.

What happened in the middle? Bone remembers that he was embarking on a journey to find surface buildings, but at this stage, his memories are empty. He doesn't remember why he came here. The last sight he saw was from those square buildings. White light female.

I was captured.

Shugu thought so in his heart, but there was not much excitement. On the contrary, he was very calm, even indifferent, as usual.

The room he was in was sealed tightly, but with the sound of a thin air current, the bones stood on the sink for a while, turned on the faucet, and cleaned his hands with cold water.

The water splits and splashes on his palm. Although this body is completely spiritual, it still retains some mortal habits.

It has a sharp and delicate touch, but the hot and cold touch is relatively slow, and the bones are familiar with the new self.

Time flows in this secret room like a trickle in a tap. It seems to be endless without always, and there is no sudden abnormality. However, he does not panic about it. As a certain moment comes, he Deep in my heart, there was extreme anxiety, and there were some unfounded joys.

What is waiting for him, in this stagnant time cycle, there is a fixed reef waiting in place for him to pass by again, the bones looked anxiously at himself in the mirror, the strange and natural beauty of his face was spiritualized by him. Covered by the body, the beauty of the ghostly elders is transcending the mundane and vulgar currents, and then is full of illusion, blur, divinity, and a sense of existence, full of charm.

He doesn't know why he cares about his appearance. He is a young man. Perhaps he is at an age to pay attention to appearance, and he seems to be meeting with his beloved girl.

The panic in the bones slowly subsided.

I don't know when, a slow ticking bell rang in the iron room, with a long "tick-da!"

The tightly-fitting wall next to the food delivery port slowly cracked a door, opening a hole, letting in the scenery of the corridor outside.

There was a noisy cry from outside, and the bones hurriedly walked out the door, but saw that the narrow corridor was filled with dozens of elders, and everyone talked to each other. Some were very anxious, and some were very cold and indifferent. In that way, he even saw the members of his fellow expedition: Egretani·Lonicera Falcon, Fighting·Wind and Rain, but he didn't intend to recognize each other, despite everyone being separated by the sea.

This airtight corridor has no windows but plenty of light~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and there are no appliances, just a distance away, there will be picture frames showing noodles, some are oil paintings, some are watercolors, and others are The photography highlights a strong fragrance, bold and unrestrained color, full contrast, which makes people happy when they see it, and even vaguely imagines its scent and chewy texture, which is really exciting.

The crowd began to move to one side, presumably the door at the end of that side was open, and the Bone and Flying Swallows in the forest followed their steps. It wasn't crowded here, and it was far from a spacious area. Slowly moving forward, he also took advantage of this opportunity to sip Look at the portrait in the corridor.

Looking at these noodles, no matter the thickness or color, there must be two golden fried meatballs on the rim of the bowl. The texture is full, the color is mellow, and the eyes gleam with stars. This pair of meatballs is sometimes conspicuous, sometimes hiding in ordinary meatballs, even half-sinking in the soup, or hiding in the shadow of a few noodles.

The bones and the meatballs looked at each other, and suddenly he felt a sense of horror. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look any more.

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