Chapter 149:

The green seeds are scattered from the palm of the hand into the ground, and the black magical face is expressionless.
He knows all about it.
This is something that happened once.
Rain, mud, devil's body, and the body's odor.
This is what happened many years ago.
He thought he was dreaming.
He rarely dreams.
He is not interested in things that have gone.
Therefore, when he first entered this dream, he actually had a hard time.
Eat the finest food, wear the most expensive food, and sleep on the most comfortable bed...
Strictly speaking, he is not a person who pays attention to enjoyment, but when he has a choice, why not let himself be more comfortable?
And this way, he can let him completely distinguish himself from himself in the worst situation before.
For the black-haired monster, the worst situation is not when Yefar, when he was a little monster, on the contrary, he felt that he had a good time.
For him, the worst situation... is this time in the dream...
He thought he had forgotten it.
But this dream reminded him that he had not forgotten anything. He remembered all the furnishings in the shack. He knew the taste of himself at that time, even...
He can even recite every word on the book he was watching at the time.
For the first time, he felt that it was not a good thing to be too smart and have a good memory.
The possession generally enters his body in the same year. He listens to himself as if he is obeying the script in the script. He said that the same pain was reflected in him. The pain was all reflected in him, first pierced the bone marrow, and then it hurt to numbness.
The nose also instantly inhaled the rancid smell of the day and day.
He even saw the dense vertical line on the floor.
Whenever he hurts to die, he begins to think about ways to get rid of the current situation and think about how to retaliate. He is not a person who is addicted to the past. The future is always more important than the past.
There are a total of ninety-seven vertical lines, which he counted.
Listening to the familiar conversation and looking at the familiar face, he went back to the past.
He saw himself returning to Yefar with the man who wanted to bury his hometown. He saw Rockefony Gomero when he was young, and then brought the guy to the building, although he was in his name. Years, but never a strange house.
Tear off the guy's neck, read the spell, the earth is courageous, the body full of spells is silent from the ground, when the guy's body is completely submerged under the foundation, the house rises up a Spherical protective cover.
With the pressure of black and red interweaving, the magic object has become the guardian beast of this house. Even if he is dead, he still guards the house he bears with his own body, and works hard, day and night.
Until his bones are completely corrupted.
At that time, if he remembered the house, he would put another Warcraft's body down to replace the guy's position.
After a long time, the black hair monsters can't remember their mood at the time.
However, at this moment, in this dream, he passively relived the feelings of the year.
Pain, numbness, maybe a little sad?
Very complicated emotions.
This is what he can't imagine now.
It turned out that when I was young, I was once a magical thing with a lot of emotions?
The expressionless black-haired monster thinks indifferently in his own expressionless body.
Then he felt a gaze.
Looking back fiercely, he suddenly saw the underside of the house behind him, suddenly standing with a vague shadow.
and many more--
Was there a third monster there?
When did he appear here?
Covering his lips, he carefully looked at the shadow of the group. However, the thing was always a shadow. It seemed as if a mosaic was in front of it, as if it could be integrated into the air at any time.
He can see the outline of the thing, a thin and long one, not too tall, a little black on the top of his head, and a little black in his arms.
Wait a minute...
The black-haired monster noticed that there was more than one shadow there, and the vague figure still had another small group in his arms.
Black, like a mist.
The black-haired monster saw that the mist seemed to stick out a thin claw and stretched out.
It seems to be waving to myself.
He is now more clearly seen. He even saw a tiny red hole in the black mist.
It's like a mouth.
The two movements are connected... just as he calls himself on the side, waving to himself?
The black-haired monster suddenly thought of a sentence that I didn't know in which world. It was probably a person who suddenly saw a deceased relative standing on the other side and beckoning himself. Never go, it will die in the past.
Is he dying?
Very strange.
it's wired.
The magic of the black hair did not move.
Then, the opposite of the "ghost" suddenly moved, the thin and high ghosts actually ran towards himself, he ran very fast, the next second, firmly grasped himself in the cloak The hand below.
Was it caught?
This is the first thought in the brain of the black hair monster.
However, I felt the silky touch in my hand, and I thought that my present hand had only the scary appearance of carrion. It was not like being caught, but it was like grabbing the other side.
Looking down, the black hair monster calmly opened his mouth: "Who, who?"
From the moment this sentence was exported, everything was different from the night hundreds of years ago.
That night, he was standing under the overwhelming rain curtains, and the house behind him, he did not enter, and left the next day.
Today, he was brought to the house by the "ghost" in front of him.
The "ghost" seems to say something to him, but the sound seems to have passed through a lot of space time, oh, can't hear clearly.
The black-haired monster obeyed and sat in the dry room according to the arrangement of the other party.
Strange.
It’s weird.
The look of this room looks a bit familiar and a bit strange, but it looks like -
The face is calm, the black hair monster is just watching the busy "ghost" under the orange light.
He also saw the black fog.
"Ghost" picked up something, and then the black mist appeared.
The reason why I just couldn't see the black fog was that "Ghosts" hid him.
Then, the shadow of the road went to the kitchen. He knew it was the kitchen, because he heard the sound of the ignition, then turned to somewhere, and quickly took a few towels and walked over.
The shadow put a towel on the top of the black fog, and the two tiny tentacles stretched out in the dark fog, grabbed the towel with the tentacles, and then...
It seems to be wiping - the black hair monster thinks sideways.
He suddenly had a feeling that "the black fog in front of him is a child."
Then, he saw that the shadow suddenly stood in front of him, seemingly hesitating, and finally put his hand on his cloak.
The black-haired monster looked at him quietly, and then the cloak was ripped off by the shadow.
The black-haired monster is very interested in the performance of the shadow. He knows that his honor now can scare the appearance of the evil spirit. Oh, this is the adjective of others. Now, he wants to know himself. This way can not scare the real ghost.
The answer is: no.
Then, the black-haired monster felt his head wrapped in a thick towel, but the shadow took the towel and began to wipe the wet hair.
what……
Very comfortable...
When he was in good condition, he never approached himself so intimately. However, when he became such a respectable and distant appearance, someone took the initiative to come over.
The dream was very clear. He felt the soft touch of the towel. The towel was probably the former owner. He felt that he still smelled the other side, but... what did it count?
He was attracted by a fresh taste.
The very clean taste comes from the translucent "ghost". When he is close to himself, the black hair monster feels that he can no longer smell the rancid smell in his body.
Then, the shadow passed a water glass.
On the table, the small black mist was slamming on another cup of water, carefully licking the water, like a small animal.
At this moment, he abandoned the principle of "not eating the food given by strangers" and took a sip of water.
Very sweet taste.
The throat has been dry for too long, when the honey slides down, the broken pipe seems to have been repaired for a moment, and a sweet taste instantly replaces the stench.
He sat there like this, drinking honey, and then letting the other person dry himself from head to toe.
Then he suddenly felt that he was very sleepy.
This is a dream, there is nothing to say.
Thinking about it in his heart, he took the shadow.
"I am sleepy," he said to the other.
Then the shadow stood up and walked to a room behind him.
He kept up with the other side. He saw the other party gently pushing the door and went in. Without any hesitation, he followed the past.
The bed in the room now looks particularly attractive, and he walked over immediately after entering the door.
Lying clean on the same clean bed, although a little dusty, but...
The rain outside the window is so big that I can sleep peacefully in a dry place, and it feels very good.
He had just been forced to re-experience what he thought was forgotten. He was in a bad mood, but now he decided to indulge himself and enjoy it.
The black-haired monster took off his shoes and lay on the bed.
He even picked up the quilt and covered himself.
Then, the black eyeballs were burning and suddenly aimed at the direction of the shadow.
The palm of the hand patted on the other side of the bed, and the black-haired monster calmed down: "Come here."
Then -
As if hesitated, it seemed to struggle, and the shadow came over.
And then--
At the moment when the shadow hesitated to sit on the bed, the black-haired monster turned over and then overwhelmed him.
The hands clasped the other's wrists, and at this moment, the black-haired monster finally saw the true appearance of the shadow.
It is a very young monster.
And it looks great.
Obedient, quiet, stubborn, is the look he likes.
The black hair is very straight and a bit hard, the eyes are very dark, but it is not the same as a black, but the water is spiritual, just like... like jade, the skin of the white is pressed by a red seal, and that usually The lips that are too light in color are very attractive at this moment, and the smooth red color.
"Sleep." He whispered in his mouth, and the black-haired monster suddenly smiled. He picked up the quilt and covered it on two people. He went down to the bottom.