I have loaded the simulated cultivation system

Chapter 55 Sleeping
"How is he?"

In the treatment room, Didi's various detection and treatment instruments rang non-stop.

The strong and pungent alcohol filled the air, making people feel slightly uncomfortable. A group of people wearing white sterile suits were gathered in front of a hospital bed.

"The breathing is steady, the heart rate is normal, but I don't know what's going on, but I just won't wake up."

"Perhaps normal medical methods can no longer solve this problem."

"Stop it, abnormal medical methods can't solve it, Bai Lao has already seen it before."

"Oh, by the way, I know what you want to say is that the white old man didn't read the scores, but the other old men did."

In the silent treatment room, only Didi's instruments kept ringing. Looking at the young man lying on the hospital bed, everyone was silent for a while.

The young man's face was pale, and what he presented to everyone now was a weak and sickly beauty.

He is Jiang Ming
Ever since the crack in time and space came out that day, Jiang Ming fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't death, his blood was still flowing and his heart was beating normally, but he still refused to wake up.

Occasionally, a red light will appear on the surface of the body, and the word "blood" will appear on it.

During this period, several figures came to the treatment room to visit Jiang Ming quietly.

Naihe finally sighed.

"He's stuck in a big dream and won't wake up for so long, idiot—"

In the treatment room, only the sound of the instrument was left to echo.

"Tick tock tick tock."

In the endless darkness, Jiang Ming only felt that he was in a cage, and in the chaos, scattered consciousness was floating and wandering.

I sometimes appeared in my childhood, when my parents were still alive and their family was happy.

"Dad, ride a big horse."

"Drive, cluck, hurry up, Dad."

The mother prepared a table of steaming meals, and said with a sullen smile: "How big are you, come and eat, you two, and made your favorite roasted pork ribs."

"Aww, eat pork ribs——"

While eating, he suddenly burst into tears, and the movement of chewing the ribs in his mouth suddenly slowed down.

"Mom and Dad, I don't want to eat ribs anymore, please don't go."

The ribs are delicious, but several times, after eating the ribs, his parents left the next day. As a young boy, he gradually began to hate the ribs in the bowl.

"Mom and Dad don't leave, Mom and Dad will always be with Xiao Jiang Ming." A flash of nostalgia and intolerance flashed in the mother's eyes, and finally hid a drop of crystal in the deepest part of her eyes.

When he was young, he deeply remembered the last time he ate ribs, and he never ate them again.

He didn't want to eat it, he didn't want to eat it, and from then on, no one made it for him.
Sometimes he appeared in his youth when he was studying, and those days were mostly bitter. He was like a wild dog on the roadside digging food, but fortunately, the neighbors in the neighborhood took care of him.

"You are a wild child without parents, hahaha."

"Hey, don't talk and grit your teeth? It's pretty strong."

The leading older child grabbed the empty bottle in his hand and threw it into a ditch far away.

There was no punching and kicking, but the thin back standing under the sunset that day was a little lonely.

He looked at the empty bottle in the ditch not far away, bent over and trembled, and sobbed uncontrollably with tears.

When he was young, he was thinking, even if he went up and beat him up just now, even if he would simply be beaten up, at least he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable in his heart.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, and the cold wind in front of Xiao Jiangming was completely blocked from that figure.

Like a thick wall.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Dazhuang, a new transfer student, we will be good friends from now on."

Then an empty bottle was handed to Xiao Jiangming.

The body of the bottle was covered with water stains and dirt, Xiao Jiangming looked up, the little boy named Da Zhuang, his trouser legs were all wet with mud, a crescent moon rose in his eyes.

The ditch in the distance was dirty and messy, but beside it, this little boy found a pale yellow wild flower blooming in the wind. It was small, but revealed a trace of beauty.

The screen changed, and finally Jiang Ming came to the crack in time and space.

He is no longer that young body, and his broad shoulders also bear more things.

In the last scene, he came to the Bone Throne.

Wearing a star battle suit, with a blood-colored flag on his back.

Under the gaze of countless gazes, he is like the great hero who descended from the sky.

Dawn was broken with a knife, and endless white lights shone, and then his eyes fell into darkness again.
In the space of consciousness, dissociation, drifting, time is already a very vague concept.
I don't know how long it took.

A familiar voice echoed in my mind.

【Simulated Immortal Cultivation System is loading for you】

【Loading】

[Simulation Xiuxian system, you can always trustworthy partner, serve you wholeheartedly]

【Loading】

[Checked that the host is abnormal, the new charter is opening]

[Immersive cultivation simulation is now starting]

[This time, you will have a new simulation experience of cultivating immortals]

【6, 5, 4, 321】

In the endless darkness, first a ray of light appeared, followed by two, three... countless ray.

Jiang Ming's eyes were filled with light again.
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I'm a little bit Calvin, I've been thinking about the plot all morning today.

It can be regarded as the end of the first rhythm climax point, which is still a bit difficult for my current wiring control ability.

Next, I have to think about the plot.

In fact, it doesn't matter if I write, I can write a few thousand words on the water at will.

But this is not my original intention. It is irresponsible to readers, to me, and to this book.

I hope to be able to seriously tell a good story.

Of course, this book is a bit ignorant, I have to admit it, but there are some roads that must be walked, whether it is wind or rain, along the way, I think my ability to resist pressure is not bad.

Regarding web articles, I have too many things to say in my heart, but if I say too much, I will only appear to be too hypocritical.

The sourness in the bones is not as good as the smile at the corner of the mouth.

Countless sleepless days and nights, it is better to light a candle for yourself.

First illuminate yourself, then warm others.

Little by little, the Milky Way in my heart will eventually hold up a full moon.

(End of this chapter)