The seven treasures lie on the water mirror made by the master of the patriarch, and the blood flowing out of the wound, with a little fishy smell, constantly spread in the transparent and clear water.

The wind gradually blew up, straight to this calm and waveless water surface, blowing out the ripples.

The water is like a mirror, reflecting the shining stars in the sky.

Seven treasures are lying so motionless, half-open eyes looking at the sky, the smoke in the mouth has burned out, the smoke in the air has dissipated for the most part, only the more and more heavy blood smell poured into our nasal cavity.

The old man trembling on the side, his eyes red looking at the seven treasures, the turbid old tears constantly turning in the eyes, that silent sadness makes people look even more sad.

Changlong elephant and seven treasure feelings are as deep as I, after leaving Sichuan, he has always stayed with the seven treasures, even if the face of the seven treasures is smaller than him, the Changlong elephant will also say that he treasure brother.

When the breath of the seven treasures completely dissipated, the long dragon elephant can no longer control the mood, as if lost the balance, sitting directly on the water, a face of pain crying loudly.

I collapsed in front of the body of the seven treasures, trying to open the mouth, trying to comfort the grandfather and the Changlong elephant, but I don't know what it is, I seem to have lost the ability to speak, the voice is blocked in the voice, and I can't make a sound.

“This is the suffering of the people of the future, and I will not bear it.”

From the fact that the teacher sighed in a false pattern and pretended to be sympathetic to me, but in the end, he yawned in an untimely manner.

I looked at the seven treasures that had lost my breath and soul, and looked at the knife that fell beside me, and without thinking much, I picked up the knife and held it in my hand.

Without waiting for anyone to react, I have been holding a knife and running straight to the free master, and the speed of the shot is the ultimate I can show.

Anger had completely taken over my brain, looking at the smiling teacher, and I could think of anything else but killing people.

Seven treasures to meet with me, from a young to big, even if I went to school did not separate, when I was brought into the line by the grandfather, he could not bear to be lonely, followed me into this line...

I have experienced life and death with the seven treasures, it is a change of life...

We once talked about the future, said that he later married to buy a house, must buy in front of my house, after the child, the children will be like us...

Growing up together, mature together, able to do a lot for each other, but also to each other can become each other's dependence...

It is difficult to have such a brother in this world, and it is rare not to be so difficult... this is how it is... this is how it is to die...

“I fucking killed you!”

With my growling, the expression on the teacher's face also changed a little, as if he saw something incredible, and his eyes vaguely became flustered.

He simply could not dodge, the knife cut into his neck from the side, but unfortunately, his cervical vertebrae were too hard, not like the construction of a skeleton, like a steel barn, the blade could not continue to go in, only to turn the direction vertically chopped down.

From the neck down, the knife was not hindered along the way, on the contrary, the blade gave me feedback feeling unusually smooth, straight to the free teacher's abdomen to stop.

He leaned on the celiac of Dantian, did not know what, felt like an iron stone, the blade could not be cut, only to pull out.

“What happened to your body?”

The teacher looked at me with trembling, his eyes full of incredulous meaning, and he looked down at the open abdominal chest, and the voice of his voice was trembling: “Your body can’t carry such a powerful force... how do you do it?”

His last words almost shouted out, in the midst of that doubt, full of unpleasant smells.

I don't know why, he revealed to me that the feeling is unwilling, is angry, like I did something sorry for him, that kind of aggressive feeling makes me very uncomfortable.

Without explaining more with him, I raised my hand and chopped up a knife, but this time he didd away, and did not fight with me hard.

“I thought you weren’t afraid...”

I said, the expression on my face is getting colder, and the desire to destroy almost everything is spreading in my heart.

When I see the body of the seven treasures, I will feel sad, I will want to cry, and I want to make a lot of human reactions.

But under the anger, my reactions were gone, my mood was unusually calm, and my eyes became like a dead water, and I couldn’t bear to ripple.

Perhaps affected by my emotions, the ancient atmosphere of crazy operation in my body has gradually calmed down, no longer random collision, but also conform to my meridian flesh and blood, with a speed never seen before, the cycle of rapid operation.

More and more dark green mucus flowed out of my pores, but these liquids evaporate extremely fast, and within two seconds of coming out, they will quickly atomize after contact with the air.

These misted, dark green mucus, is more thicker than the general mist, and they are much more real than the general mist, and when they touch them with their hands, they can feel that strange... like cotton.

These liquefied mist, like a protective cover, is tightly attached to the outside of my skin, forming a layer of fog clothing about ten centimeters thick.

When I took my head and looked down, I could only see that in the reflection of the water, my appearance was more monstrous than ever.

Because the fog covered my body, including the face, all the five senses were blocked, but there were some uneven ups and downs on the surface of the fog, which should be the outline of my five senses.

In the position of the eyes, I can no longer see my own naked eye, in the outline of the eyelids made of fog, everything seems so unreal, only two clumps of floating green fire in it.

The mouth had cracked, the mist had formed the outline of many animal teeth, and that sharp elongated teeth were not supposed to be human.

“You... how can you... how can your body change on its own?” the Master shouted, as if he had been stimulated, and his face was full of unwillingness: “My body has paid a great price for this...You were not like that before... how did you do it?”

I did not take care of him, looked down at the appearance of the monster in the reflection of the water, I don't know why, it was not as exclusive as before.

Why did I not have the teacher before?

Is it because the air in the body is not strong enough?Or is it better than the self-infactment, and the body is too much to lose him?

It's not.

There is only one answer, my life level is lower than he is, and his current monster appearance is the intuitive embodiment of his life level.

The more powerful and the more beyond the limits of human beings, the more the body naturally changes, and becomes farther and farther away from the category of “man”.

For me before, this is not a good thing, I will be very exclusive of such changes.

Because I don't want to be a monster, I just want to be good when a person is.

But now... it doesn’t matter all... it’s all on this bone...it’s all on this side...there’s a chance to be strong and thankful, how can it be rejected as it was?

“The body becomes like a monster, and the soul will change malformed...” I muttered to myself, “Even the most basic human passions and six desires of man seem to have been abandoned by such changes, which is a backward biological psychological response that will only bring negative effects to the creature...”

I spoke in a low voice, and I couldn’t even hear myself, not to mention a free teacher ten meters away from me.

“What do you say?”The self-infused teacher frowned and asked me, “What negative effects?”

“Nothing.”

I said, raise the free left hand, put it in the heart, and carefully feel the heartbeat.

Calm, very calm.

The anger seemed to disappear, and it disappeared very thoroughly and without a trace.

I slowly lifted the knife, looked at the free teacher with no expression, and the tone was calm.

Looking at him did not look like an enemy, but rather at a stranger.

"Come on, let's go on."