Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

I am serious now.

Yes, even with all the early Mary Sue fan literature in front of me, I can't deny that I'm serious.

Thousand hands have appeared, will Chakra be gone?

That's Chakra!Who didn't imagine that he could "swish, swish, swish" seal when he was in the second grade, and then fire escape——

Oh this is not allowed, malicious arson will be punished in prison.

In fact, I want to learn Chakra to see if I can heal myself.

In short, in order to expand my imagination and understanding, I have found (not) most of the relevant literature.

It can be seen that the Internet really has memories. I have dug up the ancient and early Mary Su literature ten years ago.

But it didn't work.

When I was in college, I got A's in Sixiu and Ma Zhe. At first, I accepted chakra from the bottom of my heart. I'm sorry, I'm an idiot, I give up.

I patted my head in frustration and pulled it off—a handful of mushrooms?

Ok?

I carefully observed the mushroom in my hand with my naked eye vision of 1.2 after doing femtoseconds, and confirmed again and again that it was not hair growing like a mushroom.

It is fresh, edible mushroom.

Ah, hiss—

This is probably not a wooden escape.

That is to say, although my IQ does not allow me to master active skills, my body has automatically learned passive skills, what do you mean?

What is the background of that thousand-handed little brother whose face I can no longer remember, what happened to me in the dream, damn it, I really want to know!

In other words, if I close my eyes and sleep for a late sleep, can I continue my dream?

I, a national first-class retired performing artist, and a patient with severe procrastination, this time it only takes one second from hesitation to eagerness to try.

It's [-] o'clock Beijing time now, okay, it's decided, first set an alarm clock, just take a nap after lunch.

Just eat fresh mushroom rice for lunch, hehe.

The mushroom rice bowl is so delicious!

I let out a mushroom-flavored burp, thanking myself once again for being wise to eat before working.

When I closed and opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange forest. It felt quite strange, and what was even more amazing was that my body still shrank... No, it didn’t shrink, because I have always been 12 from the age of 24 to 1.6. Mi, I have never grown one, huh :)

Judgment is based on eyesight. I vaguely remember that I started wearing glasses in the first grade of junior high school. In conversion, I was around 12 to 13 years old. I should be at this stage now.

The heart that was beating hard in the chest that was incompatible with me suddenly became lighter after the appearance of the 12-year-old me, and even sighed?Expressed that there is finally hardware that can move?

...?

Why, 24-year-old me was offended.

Objectively speaking, in such a large primeval forest, human beings, here specifically refers to ordinary human beings. At this time, they should be struggling to survive in the wilderness and forced to learn from Mr. Pei to eat in pain. So why do I have time to get angry with myself when I am ordinary? ?

good question.

About the moment I landed, I felt as comfortable as returning to my own home, the forest was as at ease as my mother, I didn’t have to worry about eating and drinking, and my mother could shelter me from the wind and rain—this was really beyond my expectations.

It's like adding all the extra points to the passive because the active skill tree can't be lit.

But this sounds ridiculous, it must be impossible, haha.

The trees in the virgin forest grow recklessly, lush and lush, with branches and leaves covering the sky, invisible sunlight above the head, and bushes and thorns under the ground. I also know that there are many poisonous insects in the middle.

I just walked all the way in such a reckless manner, the sharp thorns of thorns brushed against the edge of my pants, the dew on the branches dripped lightly on my shoulders, and the back of the hand used to open the way occasionally brushed against it. Fern fluff.

And not long after, I saw a branch of a tree on the road. A small part of the smooth green skin was exposed at the broken end. It was incredible to pick it up and use it as a road explorer. After going in the wrong direction for the first time, a few more rushed out and circled towards me angrily, as if they wanted me to go somewhere.

Finally, I stopped in front of a big tree hole, and somehow I knew that I had a foothold tonight.

Ah, it's really amazing.

When a person's mind is blank, he can't control his mouth. When his skin is bald, I will say back: Thank you, godmother.

... This kid just looks stupid, but fortunately no one saw it.

I crawled into that big tree hole. Anyway, people are so useless, and they can't avoid danger when it comes. It's better to be a happy little fool.

Someone should have settled here, the inside is quite clean, there is an adult-sized mat made up of dead leaves and dried weeds, it is already a little damp, and the edges are a bit bloody and smell of gunpowder smoke, you can sleep after a little treatment.

On the side farther away, there were traces of a bonfire, and there were still unextinguished fires at the bottom. Wow, what a bumper harvest.

Relying on the few life experiences of burning stoves in my hometown, I carefully rekindled the fire, and went around outside to find some available firewood. Most of them were wet firewood, and there were some dry firewood. I moved all of them several times. came in.

Back and forth, until the fire started and the sky was almost dark, and finally I found some vines to cover the entrance, before the sky was completely dark, I nested in the tree hole with peace of mind.

In the closed environment, the silent night, and the warm bonfire, I fell into an irresistible drowsiness within a short time.

After I calmed down, I could feel the heart in my chest began to slowly but firmly recover. I sighed comfortably, curled up my legs, and fell asleep with the crackling sound of firewood burning.

Let me explain in advance that my sleep quality is really good. Under normal circumstances, when I close my eyes and open them, there will only be two situations: the bright ceiling of my own house, or the bright tree top.

But why do I still see a tree hole in the night when I open my eyes?

wow-

The rain mixed with the strong wind rushed in, most of which were blocked by vines at the entrance, a small amount of cool water vapor was blown in, the flames shook uncomfortably, and there was an unconcealable smell of blood in the wind and rain.

I sat up silently, gently rubbing back, all the way to the corner, staring at the hole with a little scalp--

Lightning, accompanied by thunder, briefly turned the outside world pale, and a figure jumped onto my foothold.

The backlight made the figure tall and terrifying. There was a fire inside. I was sitting by the fire, and this person must have seen me.

The smell of blood, gunpowder smoke, and the unique smell of the jungle in the rain.

I quickly felt goosebumps all over my body and stood up and danced. From head to toe, a chill went straight to the sky.

Wow, kill, kill!

Die, die, die, die—quick, think of a way, almighty me!Because I was too tense, all the muscles in my body were out of my control, manifested as: facial paralysis, dumbness and wooden people.

But the heartbeat is calm.

Okay, this is the heart of a big boss who has seen the scene.

I got the strength to support briefly.

The man's eyes stayed on my hand for a long time.

I silently turned the only moving eyeball to look at my hand:

A pair of hands that can be seen everywhere are loved by parents, and they have not worked in busy farming, so they are still delicate; in terms of work, the nails are cut cleanly, and the heaviest work I have done is to carry oxygen cylinders with bare hands at work, so there is no sense of strength; The scar is a burn from the New Year's Eve burnt offerings when I was a child; the only callus is on the middle knuckle of my right hand.

This is the hand of every student dog who has experienced the struggles of small, middle and high school.

Looks like a pretty safe pair of hands.

I think this person probably felt the same way.

People moved.

There was almost no sound of footsteps, I blinked lightly, and a person had appeared diagonally to me.

The entire tree hole is farthest from me.

Tick-tick-tick-

Is it the sound of water droplets, or the sound of blood dripping down?

After regaining control of my body, I tilted my head, glanced across from the corner of my eye, and saw... nothing.

Fine.

I silently dug my hand into the haystack, and I was not surprised to feel the knife-like gaze of the opposite person blowing over again.

I dig it out, I dig it out—I dig out a few fruits.

Although I feel that if I am opposite, I probably won't eat it, but I still have to show my attitude.

longlive friendship.

I put the fruit in the farthest position I could put my hand on, and retracted into my small grass nest.

Sleep, sleep, big things, leave it to tomorrow's me to worry about, today's me has done my best!

Just before the eyes closed, there was another flash of lightning. Due to the angle, the dim sleepy eyes seemed to see a flash of light the size of a piece of iron on the forehead of the person opposite.

It seems to be a pattern.

what is it then?