Although the results were not perfect, at least they were all approved, which was a blessing.

The remaining data has nothing to do with him.

Of course, forwarding yourself can also increase the number of likes in a few ways.

It’s just that the care obtained by this manual operation is not true love, nor is it what he wants.

Just let it go, and the sudden likes are unexpected surprises.

Thinking of this, Canglang took a shower in the public bathroom very rarely, and then returned to the dormitory and fell asleep comfortably.

In his sleep, he dreamed that he was holding a huge golden trophy.

A fat middle-aged male host enthusiastically introduced him: the best extermination of the year.

Suddenly the trophy was too heavy, Canglang could not hold it anymore, his hands slid, and the trophy was tilted and hit the host's head hard.

This time, the other party was smashed to death and turned his head and turned his back.

The female emcee next to the host not only did not yell, but calmly took out a gun from the front of the cheongsam and pressed it against Canglang's head.

The other party's face changed unpredictably in the light and shadow, and finally frozen into the form of a cat.

"Why?" he asked unwillingly.

"Because you deserve to die!" Miao Xiaomei replied lightly.

Bang ~

The gun did not fire!

Under great horror, Canglang woke up from his dream.

He found himself lying on a hospital bed, his blue and white hospital gown symbolizing his identity.

He wanted to call a doctor to check his health, but he had been on the road for almost half an hour, but he couldn't even see a cute little nurse.

“Woooooo~”

Unfortunately, this kind of sound can only be made from his mouth.

Through his half-open, ventilated mouth, it turned out that his tongue was half missing.

Canglang felt cold sweat growing on his back, and thousands of pores were wailing.

At this time, someone finally walked towards him.

He tilted his head and saw that the angel in white finally arrived.

However, she still held a huge syringe in her hand and a hot chainsaw in her other hand.

What is he going to do... He wanted to ask the other party, would he be embarrassed to wear this outfit and do such a thing?

But he couldn't ask, so he could only whine.

From the other party's eyes, Canglang saw a familiar scene.

"I'm lucky but not separated, I'll send you on my way!"

It’s still Miao Xiaomei, and her ghost is still undisturbed.

After a buzzing, Canglang's eyes became dark again.

In the endless dark world, he found half of his body trapped in a pool of stagnant water, and his feet were covered in soft mud.

He tried to pull his legs, and the huge suction force tied it tightly.

Both legs have lost their ability to move, and whether they are escaping or moving forward, it has become a luxury.

"Who is messing with me? Why choose me?"

"Don't let me find out who you are! I'll destroy you all!"

This time he can shout.

He shouted at the top of his lungs for a long time, but there was no echo in the air.

A deep feeling of despair rushed toward his head from the bottom of his heart, the cold and lonely were even more terrifying than the mud that firmly trapped in him.

Men will not shed tears easily!

Canglang chose to bite his tongue and commit suicide!

Because he already knows that he is actually in an infinite dream, and it is very likely that it is a dream in a dream and will never wake up normally.

Only death can awaken him from his dreams, and of course he may enter other dreams.

What he thought was that once he learned this method, "Inception" would be not just a movie, but a real story.

Maybe you can still get a considerable salary through this.

So in an instant, he bit off his tongue, his mouth full of blood, and he ran for a long time.

He forgot that he was dead or alive!

This time, his eyes were bright.

In the blue sky, a large cloud of marshmallows floated.

Beneath your feet is a green prairie, a group of horses galloping in the distance, with a huge momentum like a waterfall storm~

Seeing the horse, Canglang felt desperate again.

He still didn't get out of the dream.

So he rushed directly to the horse tribute and took the initiative to seek death.

In this way, Canglang experienced at least ten deaths this night.

Finally, he woke up completely from the endless nightmare when he heard the golden rooster crowing.

Although it was winter, his back was already wet.

Canglang looked at the familiar dormitory. Although his back was very cold, he felt a little relieved.

That night, he must have been plotted against.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for a person to be constantly fryed in a nightmare.

Because, under the huge stimulation, the human brain becomes dementia.

For example, Canglang at such a moment.

Although he woke up, he sat up from the bed.

But except for his eyes rolling, he had a question in his head and had no other plan to save himself.

Haha... it must be all good things Miao Xiaomei did!

People often say that cats hold their grudges the most, don’t mess with a cat when it’s okay.

But he was still nervous and teasing others.

The cycle of reincarnation in the heavenly way is unhappy!

That night, I was crying if I talk too much.

He took out his cell phone from the pillow, clicked on the traffic, and wanted to find some short video to have fun.

Before going to bed, he would habitually turn off traffic, so as not to be disturbed by those irrelevant advertisements.

At this time, several messages came to your face and kept jumping.

Some even jumped into his head.

Spiritual value 1,1,1,1...

He was too lazy to count how many pieces of information he had increased his spiritual value.

He wanted to count but couldn't count it in his head, so he had to click in and take a look. Is Doomsday Studying a year-end benefit and a small gift?

"I thought it was a big deal. Isn't it just that there were more headlines on the home page, dozens of likes, and more collections! It's not in vain that I posted three columns in a row yesterday, and almost wrote myself to death!"

This is the truth. Although he was indifferent to his words, his smile betrayed his sincerity.

Haha~ It feels really good.

After getting out of bed and changing into dry clothes, he slowly went to the bathroom to wash.

Brush your teeth and wash your face and humming songs. Once a person is in a good mood, even bad things can happen less.

He wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, hummed the last sentence "Foot", and looked in the mirror carefully.

In the mirror, he had a dark face and a dull look on his eyes. He actually had a pair of red horns on his head.

"What's this?"

He shook his head, and the pair of horns swayed gently, as if they were integrated.

Canglang quickly touched his head, but there were no horns in the same position.

But things were so suspense that he immediately activated the Tianyan Zhi skill.

In an instant, his eyes shone in the mirror, as if he had an extra skill.

However, in the black and white world, the self in the mirror does not show any extraordinary qualities.

The pair of horns did not have any spiritual power fluctuations, as if I was just wearing a fake plastic horn.

"I'm a demon? It's a false alarm, it's all hallucinations!"

Canglang put away his skills, shook his head, and walked out of the bathroom.

Click ~

A slight breaking sounded.

Canglang, whose five senses were strengthened, immediately turned back quickly.

The mirror in the bathroom shatters like a spider web, and any wind can blow away the glass fragments.

Canglang watched the mirror break silently in front of him, and it seemed that something was torn apart in his heart.
Chapter completed!