The Elf Guide is in my heart

Ning seemed to have had a long, long dream, a hazy dream. It seemed like he would never wake up from that dream.

Ning slowly opened his eyes and found that he was in a black ocean, while his body was slowly sinking into the deep sea.

Suddenly, a sense of fear arose in Ning's heart. There was less and less light in his field of vision, and he was getting closer and closer to the darkness.

As if there was something to fear in the endless darkness, he instinctively began to be afraid.

Ning felt that if his body really sank to the bottom of the sea and was swallowed up by this endless darkness, he might never wake up.

"Damn it!" Ning's will suddenly sobered up a bit. He was facing the depths of the sea, and the light around him was getting thinner and thinner.

Even when he opened his eyes, he began to lose sight of everything in his field of vision.

Ning wanted to turn over and swim up desperately, but his body was still falling slowly.

It was as if his soul had been separated from his body and he had lost control of his body.

Gradually, when darkness completely covered his eyes, Ning felt endless sleep sweeping through his entire soul. He tried his best to resist, but his eyelids were disobedient and had already been closed.

"How to do?"

"This is where?"

"How on earth can I escape from this place!"

In order to prevent his consciousness from falling asleep, Ning kept talking to himself to keep himself awake.

But as time passed, he began to lose hearing the voice in his heart, and he seemed to be completely dead.

"Is everything over?"

Ning Zai didn't struggle and sank calmly into the deep sea.

"My child, wake up."

Suddenly, a voice was like the dawn breaking through the dark night, penetrating Ning's already sleeping will and reuniting his dissipating soul.

"Who is it?" Ning opened his eyes.

The voice that sounded deep in his soul allowed him to regain the ability to think, and even drove away the sleepiness he had just felt.

He looked back in surprise, and saw a solitary ray of light standing in the deep black ocean, shining on Ning, but it was so thin that it seemed like it would disappear at any time.

"Weird, this feeling is so cold!!!" Ning was startled and woke up instantly. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he could actually control his body.

The extreme cold in the depths of the black sea stimulated the cells in his body. If it weren't for the warmth brought by this straight deep sea light, Ning would have probably frozen to death.

Ning began to swim upwards desperately, but there seemed to be no end at all. He has sunk into the sea, very deep.

"Where is this place? Child? Who is the child? Is she talking about me?" Ning thought as he swam upward.

That was neither the voice of Ning's biological mother in her previous life, nor the voice of the body's original owner's mother in her memory. It was a strange voice.

"Did you save me? Who are you?" Ning wanted to speak, but he found that he seemed to have no ability to speak.

And being in the deep sea, he strangely found that he didn't need to breathe.

Only then did he realize that if he was really in the deep sea, his body would have been crushed by the pressure of the deep sea water at this moment.

So, what kind of state am I in now?

"Soul?" Ning couldn't believe this speculation.

If you are a soul, does that mean you are dead? This is the world of the dead.

"Am I already dead?" Ning realized a terrifying fact.

"You are not dead." The voice just now was remembered in the depths of Ning's soul again, but this time her voice became a little softer.

"Here we go again, who are you? You can hear what I'm thinking, right?" Ning asked in surprise.

"Come, come, come up..." The voice seemed very tired.

"Go up, do you want me to swim up along this light? But I have to swim up until the end of the year of the monkey?" Ning was a little at a loss.

When he first woke up, he was on the surface of the sea. When he woke up again, he was already in the deep sea, swimming little by little with his hands? Not realistic?

"Wait? Hand?" Ning suddenly realized a key issue.

He suddenly stopped swimming upwards and looked around him.

"I don't have a body!"

Ning calmly began to analyze. He had not actually fallen asleep just now, but he still sank into the depths of the sea in a short period of time. What did this mean?

It is the inner fear of sinking into the deep sea, the fear of sinking into the deep sea, and then imagining the scene in the deep sea, and thus reaching the depth of the deep sea in an instant.

"So is this a kind of conscious world?" Ning began to doubt boldly.

Where the feet cannot reach, the eyes can reach, and where the eyes cannot reach, the mind can reach.

"If this is really a world of consciousness..." Ning closed his eyes and recalled the scene on the sea just now, while at the same time strengthening his desire to return to the sea.

"Go back to the original place!" Ning hinted crazily in his heart.

Suddenly, the bone-chilling cold disappeared, and the warmth of the sun once again enveloped him.

Ning opened his eyes suddenly, and within his field of vision was an endless black sea and a golden sun.

And high in the sky, a temple is suspended above the black ocean.

"Sure enough." Ning miraculously returned to the surface of the sea.

Ning raised his head and looked directly at the sun, but the sunlight was not dazzling.

"This feeling." Ning suddenly felt that there was something extra in his body, no, it should be said in his soul.

"The last fire of hope has been ignited..." The voice sounded again from the mysterious hall above, but it was already so weak that it could not be heard.

"Who are you?"

"Where exactly is this place?"

"Hope? What is that?"

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"Who are you?" Ning opened his eyes drowsily. He felt a vague voice coming to his ears, which seemed to be urgent crying.

The man seemed to be holding himself and shaking himself, trying to wake himself up.

Ning's gradually regaining consciousness and the cold floor instantly woke him up. He stood up and sat up with a tremor.

"Ouch!"

"Uh."

Ning suddenly felt as if his head had hit something soft, and his whole face even sunk into it.

Ning hurriedly distanced himself from the man again, because he felt that it was difficult to breathe.

"Ning, you, are you okay? What's wrong with you?" The latter put his hands in front of his body, resisting the pain in his chest, and asked with concern on his face.

"This is the police station!?" Ning looked around.

"Yes."

"Lan, how long have I been unconscious?" Ning asked quickly.

Lan's face turned sideways and she looked at Ning in confusion, "Coma? You were not unconscious. You just fell to the ground in pain, which lasted only a few dozen seconds."

"Tens of seconds!? Are you right?" Ning looked surprised.

"No, it only took a few dozen seconds from the time you fell to the ground and woke up again."

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?" Lan just wanted to reach out and touch Ning's head, but then she thought about her current state, and it was better to keep her hands in front of her.

But she was really concerned about the latter's condition, and Lan immediately thought smartly, "If my hands don't work, wouldn't it be better if I use my forehead to measure the latter's temperature?"

Although this action was a bit too intimate and shameful, it didn't matter since I was in a more shameful state now.

"Tens of seconds." Ning squatted aside and pondered.

To him, the dream he was in just now seemed like three autumns.

However, the real time turned out to be only a few dozen seconds in the past, which made Ning feel very incredible, and the feeling of being separated from another world still lingered in his heart.

"Well." Just when Ning was thinking about it, Ning suddenly felt his face heat up. He was stunned for a moment. Lan's face was almost close to his own. If it was so close, everything would be indescribable.

"What does this senior want to do?" Ning was stunned.

Lan also stayed in place for a while and stopped moving forward. She was just concerned about the latter and wanted to know his body temperature.

After all, Ning had just endured the heartbreaking pain. How could she not be worried as she was just like a normal person.

But Ning suddenly turned around and met their eyes, each other's breath gently brushing the other's lips.

All this is completely different from what Lan expected. Why has it changed the taste?

"Senior Lan, now is not the time to do such a thing." Ning pulled away, raised his unburned hand, and flicked Lan's forehead.

"Ah! It hurts, why do you keep hitting people! They just care about you." Lan complained with some dissatisfaction.

Lan raised his hands to cover his forehead. The latter's move was really not light or heavy.

"When did I hit you?" Ning wondered.

"Just now, you..." Lan Ke clearly remembered that she would rather hurt herself twice.

The first time I made a small cut with the combat police uniform arm guard, and the second time I hit him directly in the face.

But Lan also immediately realized that that place was indescribable, and it was really hard to talk about.

She could only grit her teeth and look at Ning resentfully, even though the latter boldly ate her tofu and wiped her oil several times.

But since he didn't mean it, and the situation was critical, Lan couldn't pursue him for anything.

"But what did he mean when he just said, 'Now is not the time to do such a thing.'"

"Does he mean that such a thing should be done at another time?" Lan's face turned slightly red.

"But what is this sense of loss in my heart? Is it because of him..."

She rubbed her forehead and thought. Suddenly, she suddenly remembered her current state. She was so close, holding her head with both hands, and her body...

But Ning had a worried look on his face and quickly ran to his elf's side.

"Stapula, my Stipe, are you okay?"

Lan was froze in place for a while, but this time she didn't even block it and simply gave up.

Lan looked at his back with some disappointment and cursed in a very small voice: "You deserve to be single..."

Ning turned around and seemed to hear something, "Senior Lan, did you say something just now?"

Lan put her hands behind her back naturally, raised her chest, and immediately showed a charming smile, "It's okay, the elf is important, the elf is important."

"Oh." Ning Ying said, and then hurriedly paid attention to the condition of the giant needle bee.

But at the same time, there was a question in his mind, "Strange, why didn't she stop? When did the latter become so open? Doesn't he treat himself as an outsider?"

"Huh?" When Ning observed the Giant Needle Bee again, he found that his Elf Guide seemed to have evolved. .

"This!?"

The data of the Needle Bee appeared in his mind again, and Ning couldn't help but be ecstatic.