Chapter 141 (1/2)
”Sure enough, it's easier for the same kind to understand each other,” Ivey saw this time. The source of the sound was in the distant sky, er, the sea.
Pass it on through this invisible line.
It's like the crude line between microphones in junior high school physics class.
The blood oozed quickly, gurgling and flowing, and fell to the ground.
Ivy had a little worry before, imagining a big pot of pig blood pouring into the water, surrounded by bright red mixed solution, that terrible look.
If you change to human blood, or more radical to beat the enemy out of the excrement, it will be how lying trough.
It's OK. It's OK.
The ”sea water” here only hinders their own movement, and there is nothing wrong with it.
It was as fresh as the air on the land.
Ivy couldn't stop thinking.
Water and air are so similar. Fish swim in water, birds swim in air, stars swim in vacuum
Where does the universe swim?
A voice broke his imaginary wing and tried to have a barbecue over the fire.
In the sound, ivy had found the saliva that could not be hidden.
”I hope you can really understand me this time and offer me delicious food, otherwise...”
The voice, with Ivy's familiarity hidden in his memory,
”I'll have to be hungry. Poor old man.”
Hehe, that absurd feeling is more and more clear, which makes Ivey's whole body itch, extremely uncomfortable.
”Damn it, who is this? I'm really upset!”
Ivy's mood is like trampoline, rolling up and down in the trample of others, rolling disgusting.
But this man is an old, ugly and short man.
He came back and forth from the other end of the line with 12 points of indecency, landing on the ground with a brave and handsome fish jump.
”It's OK. It's OK.”
The man stroked his old face, rubbed it twice, and restored it.
”Nonsense, of course it's OK. If you fall like this, it's plastic surgery.”
Ivy was in a bad mood and didn't look good.
He was shocked again.
Let him very speechless is, this person he knows, and have a kind of, let him faint want to slap a feeling.
Smoke Ivy himself - if it's a nightmare, wake up quickly.
Why is there always something strange in my dream?
”Mirror Wang! How can I say... ”
To be fair, Wang Jingjing didn't hurt him. Instead, he helped him in many places.
But somehow, he always
He didn't understand until the smiling sausage mouth across the street.
Beauty is justice.
There is always a kind of wretched person who laughs at you. Alas, it's really worrying.
”Oh Dear ivy, I miss you so much...”
”Wait a minute, stop, step back, step back, turn around Whoa, whoa
”Speak as you speak. What do you vomit?” Wang mirror looks aggrieved.
…………
Calmed the mood, precipitated a shock.
Ivy finally let himself sober face the mysterious middle-aged greasy uncle.
”Why are you here?”
”It's fate, fate, wonderful.”
”Is that Duncan's line?”
”Well, how do you know?”