The world is unstable

Chapter 265 Twisted
Everyone is full tonight.

It’s only because Wenzhou’s technique is so exquisite, the fish fillet was sliced ​​as thin as a cicada’s wing by Wenzhou, and when it passes through the boiling water lightly, it becomes a piece of cooked meat.
Not to mention the soup, the sourness embellished by a little lemon juice makes the spicy dried chili more intense, and the aniseed that has been baptized by boiling oil is even more fragrant.

The resulting boiled fish slices are naturally extremely delicious. Su Miao, who originally had a small appetite, quietly ate two bowls of rice this night, let alone someone else.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhou Tian and Wang Youcai went to bed first. After the mission last night, they all showed different degrees of high sleepiness. Although they were a little puzzled, they only thought it was because they were not in good spirits.

And Yun Luoluo and Su Miaoke went to Su Miaoke's room to chat together.

Wenzhou also had a bit full tonight,

There is a saying about eating, the food tastes better when there are more people,

In the past, Wenzhou had to cook for himself alone. After all, one person had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry. But now, if he has friends, he will cook more carefully than before.

"The craftsmanship is still so good."

Complimenting himself in his heart, Wenzhou smiled and prepared to go upstairs and return to his room.
"If you want to see Chen Ping tomorrow, you should go early...? What's going on..., bang-"

I have informed everyone before that I am going to visit Chen Ping tomorrow, but just thinking of this, Wenzhou suddenly felt a sharp pain in the forearm of his right arm, and then he fainted instantly...

Every floor of Wenzhou’s villas is covered with carpets, so the silent impact of Wenzhou and the ground did not cause anyone in the room on the second floor to...

...In Su Miaoke's room, the two girls were sitting on the big soft bed, their legs were covered by the quilt,

"Xiao Ke, your family...isn't optimistic about your dance major?"

Playing with the ends of her hair, Yun Luoluo asked casually,
Hearing Yun Luoluo's question, Su Miaoke's expression froze, and then she sighed helplessly:

"No, they will never approve of me majoring in dance, and I have given up trying to change their opinion of me."

Shaking her head, the vague resentment came out from Su Miaoke's mouth.

Ordinary people may not be able to hear Su Miaoke's tone, but who is Yun Luoluo? She has played with Su Miaoke since she was a child. Of course she knows Su Miaoke's helpless resentment.

Since childhood, Su Miaoke's parents have been very strict with her. She is a good girl, and sometimes she is a compromise after helplessness.

Among all the compromises, the only thing Su Miaoke insisted on was her favorite dance.

However, when filling out the application form for the college entrance examination, Su Miaoke had a big fight with her family.
The reason is that the dance department of Haitian University that Su Miaoke has chosen now, Su Miaoke's parents strongly disagree with Su Miaoke's decision,

At the beginning, he even threatened that if Su Miaoke insisted on having her own way, he would never care about her again.

But Su Miaoke chose the dance major she liked in the end, and her parents, no matter how hard-spoken they were, would never ignore Su Miaoke,
But as long as Su Miaoke comes home, they will start this matter with one mouthful and one mouthful,

So Su Miaoke rarely goes home.

"Xiao Ke, even if your parents..."

Yun Luoluo wanted to do ideological work for Su Miaoke, but the next moment Su Miaoke patted her palm lightly, shook her head and said:

"Lolo, I know that my parents love me, but I don't want to make any concessions to my dreams. Let me be stubborn this time in my 19 years of life."

The eyes are unusually firm, but with infinite sincerity and a touch of open-mindedness, Su Miao doesn't need the support of her parents, but she doesn't want to increase her troubles.

Seeing this, Yun Luoluo had no choice but to poot her mouth and give up her own thoughts. Afterwards, the few of them chatted about other topics...

...and on the first floor, at the Wenzhou office lying on the ground,

"here it is……"

Wenzhou knew clearly that he had not woken up, but that his consciousness was wandering in a special environment.

Here, it is very distorted, whether it is the environment or the color,

In Wenzhou's field of vision, the colors of paint writhing randomly criss-crossed in the thick air around him, and Wenzhou's body trembled unsteadily because of the strange curvature.

The color is bright red, very bloody, but the pale pink gaps in it seem so abrupt, here, it seems to be a diffuse boundary reflected by a mirror,
"Time..., hurry up..., see..., mask..."

Suddenly, there was a hazy sound of washing towards Wenzhou from nowhere in the surrounding area. The sound was muddy but very penetrating.

Wenzhou hadn't listened carefully to this burst of nonsense that came from nowhere, and suddenly overlapped it with the sound he heard before,
"Is this the sound I dreamed about in the first place?!"

Wenzhou will never forget this special voice in his life.
In Wenzhou's mind at that time, what this voice said: "The salvation of the world in the gap... will meet", still echoed constantly,

"Whose voice is this? Who is it?!"

He loudly questioned the distorted world around him, but there was no response. Instead, he could actually feel the pain in his right arm.
Reluctantly raised his right arm, in this distorted world, Wenzhou's right arm has been rotted and withered, leaving only a dark wound that cannot be seen through at a glance,
What Wenzhou felt was actually a kind of phantom pain?
"Where is my hand? Wait a minute, no, this is where the consciousness is, calm down, calm down."

Seeing the miserable condition of his arm, Wenzhou immediately panicked, but at the next moment, he realized that his body hadn't awakened yet, and all of this was fake.

After calming down, Wenzhou closed his eyes deeply for a few seconds, and opened them after a while. However, the situation did not change.
His arm is still in a state of disappearing, and, instead of weakening, the pain has intensified,
Wenzhou Rao is a boy, and he is sweating profusely at this moment, only his tightly clenched teeth are suppressing the horrible pain from his arm,
"kindness……"

While humming, Wenzhou felt a special sense of familiarity with this strange world. He seemed to feel that his arms seemed to be being rubbed and squeezed.

But looking around, his right arm has solidly disappeared without a trace,

Where does this pain come from, and why is it so real and detailed? !
"what--!"

The more and more painful nerve reflexes made Wenzhou's rationality gradually slacken, and the gap between the dark red and pale pink surrounding him was even more contrasted.
The unbearable screams made this distorted world even more chaotic!

(End of this chapter)