Waterdrop Survival: I can see the prompt

In the black crack that traversed the sky, a weak white figure fell rapidly. He waved his limbs helplessly, trying to hook the air in front of him, but there was no point of force, and all his efforts were in vain.

In the young man's eyes, on the rock wall that rose rapidly, the jagged protrusions made him observe clearly that the rock formation turned from shocking red to waveless black.

The bright white at the end of the line of sight is getting thinner and thinner, and a huge force from nowhere elongates it, tending to zero.

He seems to have been falling... The bright white completely dissipated, and the surroundings turned into blackness that could not be stretched out.

He gradually got used to it, no longer struggling, just staring forward obsessively, there is the direction where the bright white disappears, there is a emptiness in his heart for no reason, different from the darkness in his vision, even if he closes his eyes, the blackness is still entangled He devoured the lighthouse in the boy's heart.

The memory of running under the bright sun was broken. He was caught by stones or tree stumps and fell to the ground. The clouds on the green grass became dark to the naked eye, and the downpour was pattering with pain. Hitting on the boy's body, the falling raindrops and muddy tears were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish.

The warm sun shivered in a small corner, facing the darkness as sticky as oil, constantly shrinking its territory, and finally dissipated with a short mournful cry.

The darkness put its attention on the knee-hugging boy at the side, and the cold strange tentacles touched the boy's slightly trembling shoulders, and gradually covered the boy's entire body, as if covered with a cloth made of thousands of years of ice. The iron armor kept pulling away the heat from the young man's body until there was no more warmth left.

There is no difference between him and the outside world, just as cold and silent.

There is no difference between opening his eyes and not opening his eyes... He seems to have escaped into a boundless black field, no matter whether he stretches out his hands or bends his elbows, there is no sense of barriers in front of him, and his limbs and bones become an illusory space in his mind. noun……

He seems to have become a point, only able to think, unable to move.

There was something nested somewhere, and that thing seemed to be irritable because it didn't feel the attention. Its stern roar echoed in the silent darkness, and its manic force was fighting against the nothingness in front of it. Wordless spasms.

In the suffocating silence played music that tended to be violent - the drumbeat of the heart.

Something was torn, something approached, something sharp pierced his head, which was pulsating with fright!

Huh—huh—" The clear sunlight shone on the young man's face, sprinkled on the golden haystack seven or eight meters high, beside the haystack, the body of a thin figure could not stop heaving, soothing the fright caused by the nightmare .

Fang Bai panted, feeling the fresh air flowing into his lungs, smoothing out the abnormalities there, then slowly got up and stretched.

It's the second day.

Counting the night when Fang Bai finished the test, one day has passed, and today is the second day.

Yesterday and the evening of the day before yesterday, he was walking aimlessly on the street, and he saw no difference between the children running and playing lively, the young people in a hurry, and the old people trembling.

It's all because after that day, he "grew up", and the peculiar youthful vigor in his pupils disappeared, replaced by Gujing Wubo.

What gave birth to all this was the difference in the world that night, the world's warm and cold... Indifference or sarcasm, or Wang Ruoyun trying to comfort him with his bruised nose and swollen face, he just waved his hand.

"I am fine, thank you."

The dozens of words Wang Ruoyun had prepared were not blocked by his indifferent attitude.

"There must be something wrong with their Dao Yuanzhu, let's go, let's talk to him."

"my question."

"It's not your problem, it's..."

"my question."

"..."

"my question."

"...Even if you really have a bad dao source, what can you decide? Aren't you all defying the sky with your spiritual power, elemental affinity, and strength? You can walk a path that suits you and prove it to short-sighted people like them."

"History has proved that it's useless. I'm not the only genius. There must have been people with talents better than mine in the past. Then don't these people have thoughts like yours, and they will always submit to you. Fate, don't fight, willing to be drowsy for the rest of your life..." Fang Bai looked at Wang Ruoyun with bloodshot eyes.

"The fact is that they have fought hard and practiced 'my fate is up to me'. Is it useful... How many years have not improved, how many ambitions have been turned into ashes, and none of them have succeeded. Similarly, I do not... "

"Fang Bai!" Wang Ruoyun stared at Fang Bai with bruised and swollen eyes, more seriously than ever before.

"Are you willing to say such a thing, willing to be inferior to others, willing to..."

"Thank you, Wang Ruoyun." After Fang Bai said this, he didn't stop, although he scolded Wang Ruoyun in his heart for not being a person in the scene, not understanding people's difficulties, and casually expressing his willingness... Sorry, that kind of speech touches people's emotions Words are powerless in the face of despair.

Living with his grandfather for so many years, Fang Bai didn't learn anything from him, except he learned to observe micro-expressions.

Micro-expression is not deceiving, it is more sincere than human speech and action, and it is involuntary from the heart.

In the past, he relied on this keen observation ability. Many times when grandpa was about to "brake" completely explosively, without touching the bottom line, there were also many times when he just rightly followed and lured grandpa to agree. Under rational circumstances, he would not agree. things.

Tian Mingcheng's eyes can be assumed to be acting, because this bad old man is very bad, and he doesn't know when he will behave strangely.

But Pang Yuyun, Ji Yaowu, Xie Wenqi, and Mao Huibo also felt such regret in the eyes of the four teachers.

Can't lie, can't act, and the teachers didn't even whisper to each other after seeing his situation, Qiqi showed that kind of look... put an end to the last chance of his luck, he just didn't pass the Daoyuan, and he was very poor.

Not reconciled, what's the use of that, although grandpa agreed to help him dig out the eggs, but the eggs did not hatch in the end, and the stinky ones had to be cleaned up, and even brought him and grandpa to eat a few meals for free in those few days Feast. (Sent by Bird Parents)

Being reconciled to the facts is just a joke, a complete joke, if you are not reconciled, the moat that rises in front of you will not change a little because of this.

The fact is that, his fairy road was broken, and he fell into an unfathomable swamp before he even started.

He knew that when Wang Ruoyun looked at his slowly moving back, what came to his mind must be his own weakness.

That was unfortunate, he guessed right.Then the consciousness was blurred again.