Chapter 687 (2/2)

He felt that he should keep a low profile, slowly understand the situation, and consolidate the relevant laws of quantum magic just obtained.

Is Schrodinger's cat related to this black cat? Ivy didn't dare to ask. He could only hide this doubt in his heart. He was a little afraid. He did not know why there might be some unknown existence to spy on his own sea of knowledge?

A lot of things have become strange. He doesn't dare to make some clues clear. He can only muddle along like playing chess. He seems to have intentionally or unintentionally. When the enemy understands, the general situation has become irreparable, which is the best.

Now, if I sleep, will I go back to the original story, or will I go to ”deep sleep” and never wake up? So from this point of view, it is no different from ”dead”. Maybe this is the sequel of nightmare.

He is afraid of his efforts in vain, just like the devil director said to himself in his dream, welcome back, brave man, now, you can die peacefully.

Then, I was still sitting in the middle of the town, desperate to see the heat and death boundary hit me

Ivy yawned. He sorted out his current thinking and ”thought through” the things in the nightmare to make sure he knew that what was just a nightmare.

After all this, the drowsiness was not obvious, but he decided to go to bed first instead of deep feeling with a beautiful girl who had some thoughts on himself.

”Big brother, shall we sleep together?” But Wendy, seeing that he was a little sleepy, cared in advance.”Good night.”

”Good night.” Black cat in the night, showing a strange smile, as well as his own several sharp white teeth. He licked his nose with his prickly tongue. And claws.

Boy, do you need a vigil? I'm very good at catching mice, and the charge is not expensive. However, I'm just a cat, and I can't communicate with you. I hate it.

The long night, in the dreamless sleep is particularly short, when Ivy opened his eyes, the sky has been bright.

Wendy was still snoring and sleeping quietly and smartly. But it was the cat named ”Xiaoxiao”. The sleeping appearance was enough for 15 mice to watch for half a month.

”Good morning, big brother. Did I sleep long?”

It's OK. What do you do so early? The girl in bed is not a good girl. The most important thing is, don't affect my beauty sense. My soul is light. Little boy turned over, bar haw, fell under the bed, this what doze all ran.

Damn it, I wish I didn't work so hard last night. It's cruel exploitation and oppression to say that no matter the black cat or the white cat, catching the mouse is a good cat and fooling the cat. Let go of the cat. Go and have a dog, so that I can point at you and say, ”dog, man, woman.”.

Black cat wrinkled its nose, almost Cosplay into Garfield. Have you seen Garfield with wings?