Marvel's My Orange Cat Is an Essence Devouring Beast

Staring at the white whirlpool-like smoke screen, Qi Liao was shocked to realize that that thing was actually flowing.

Similar to this is the land beneath my feet. Although there seemed to be no reference objects around him, Qi Liao could still feel it flowing.

It feels like the water is flowing under your feet, which is really a wonderful thing. But because of this state, Qi Liao felt that his head was swollen, nauseated and nauseated, and he tried his best to resist the feeling of wanting to cry loudly. But now this effort has reached the critical point, and it seems that these unpleasant feelings will explode together in the next second.

About three seconds, or I don't know how long, there was a sudden "boom" in my mind.

Everything in front of me disappeared, and the world seemed to have returned to its original state at this moment.

Qi Liao saw a figure above the swaying white mist. The shadow gradually transformed from a young man into an old man, and then transformed into withered bones. The withered bones became soil, and a flower bud grew from it. And carrying the figure of a swaddled baby.

The figure just repeated the actions mentioned above and did not have any impact on Qi Liao. For Qi Liao, it seemed like a dream.

He rubbed his eyes, feeling a little unclear about the purpose of coming here, or how he came to be here.

"Death is not an unchangeable eternity. Even death cannot escape in these wonderful things."

Suddenly, such smoke was floating in the air. Qi Liao didn't know whether it meant this, so that even Qi Liao himself couldn't figure out how he could understand it.

But the strange thing is that even so, he is very sure that he understands.

That line of small words with unknown meaning appeared when he looked at the chaotic, disorderly small smoke screen rising slowly above it.

Whenever I look at that existence, my brain immediately feels as if it has been sleepy and dissatisfied for a long time. Only when he was half asleep and half awake, could Qi Liao briefly try to understand what the smoke screen represented.

If you want to make an analogy, compared to reading a book in reality, it is better to say that you are trying to see clearly a blurry line of small words in a dream.

"Death is not an unchangeable eternity. Even death cannot escape in these wonderful things."

That's what Bai Wu said, or "The dead do not sleep forever. In this wonderful eternity, even death will disappear." ァ新ヤ~8~1~中文网.. <First release, domain name, please remember

This is what made Qi Liao think about it for a long time. What the white mist wants to express seems not to be limited to a certain meaning or a few meanings. It can take on many forms, as if there is no fixed answer. .

It seems that you can understand it as this sentence or another sentence.

Moreover, the content of the white mist is not read by oneself, but is burned into one's mind like a brand.

When "reading" may be better called understanding, this wonderful feeling is really like talking in a dream. It was obviously such a sentence, but when I thought about it again, it seemed like it was another sentence. The fastest network update PC version:..

But even if I try to break away from such a chaotic state, I can keep my mind clear and see. Then what appears in front of him is just the obscure smoke screen, which floats in the air and forms any shape at will.

It's like a child's random graffiti, which has nothing to do with aesthetics. If you look at it from this perspective, it looks a bit like a painting painted by Dai Xiapo.

It's really strange that the pattern is constantly changing like this, but whenever I enter that wonderful state, that paragraph of words will always be gathered in my mind.

It is obviously constantly changing, but it stubbornly maintains the same meaning.

His body trembled suddenly. It turned out that Su Rui on the side felt something was wrong with Qi Liao, so he pushed himself quietly. Qi Liao was very grateful for this, but he did not express it for many reasons. He just shook his head and recalled that there were many things for him to explore just now, but now he was not in the mood at all.

If you say these words to others, you will most likely call a mental hospital to pull someone in.

He laughed at himself, shook his head, and looked in that direction again. He will not forget his original purpose.

Namor held the trident in his hand wide open and closed. There was no one else here except them, but he smiled, and the smile was full of threats.

"Why hide? Are you an enemy or something?" the king said.

Namor looked at the dark surroundings and the unknown and formidable clouds in front of him. He actually does not hate his enemies. On the contrary, he regards them as funny clowns sent by life for his entertainment.

It's just that Namor hates people who pretend to be gods. It would be too disgusting for a bug to imitate other people's behaviors.

Qi Liao's heart moved slightly, but he immediately realized that the opponent's head was looking around, and then he pulled Su Rui behind him. Namor is either bluffing, or he's discovered another big treasure that's not good enough.

Sorry, I kinda. Don't know what to say