Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Boom!

Li Yao's head seemed to have a kaleidoscope blown up suddenly, countless brilliant and speckled images flooded like a tidal wave. He seemed to see a tall, honey-colored skin, big mouth and ears, not too nice but full of angry girls, big grinning towards him, they cried, laughed, yelled, hugged...

He also saw two king dragons rolling unmanned over the ancient wilderness; two bizarre trees entangling each other for thousands of years; a pair of jackal tiger leopards grinding their ears on a hot afternoon to resist the entanglement; and he even saw two planets - two shooting stars of electric lightning stone fire - whirl, and the breath of life spread throughout the universe.

“What's going on? ”

Li Yao scratched his crotch and muttered to himself, “Why do you suddenly have a soft waist and sour leg, very empty and lonely feeling, like a thief going to the sky, the whole person is exhausted and tasteless - not much for two days! ”

Li Yao fixed his mind and kept looking.

Soon he was attracted to Dingbell, a seemingly different female character.

According to the general novel, this fierce punch can kill a cow's older sister, unlikely to be the lead actress.

But for some reason, Li Yao's mind was hidden in the vibrant image of Ding Zheng, like a flaming flower, which sparkled in every brain cell, making him want to watch, know everything about this girl, and what really happened with her and “repair Li Yao”.

“This chapter is too short. The author is really good at water. There is nothing at all about it. This chapter doesn't count. Read another chapter.

“Hey, kill a thousand knives of broken dogs, so you can't die just stuck at the key point of the plot, is that too shameful? Still letting people sleep? Otherwise, finish watching this magic island plot and, um, go to sleep!

“It turns out that this" Shuuzhen Li Yao "is still very old-fashioned and comatose, weak, embarrassed and treated as a waste, but what is this situation, he won't really get along with that muscle woman Ding Jing? If he did find that muscle girl, I wouldn't look, I wouldn't look dead!

“I don't know, I've been watching almost 100 chapters, or I'll put it together, and I'll sleep when I see 100 chapters, I swear!

“A hundred chapters arrived, um, um, um, it's 11: 57 in the middle of the night, and it's kind of" today, "and the last three minutes, watch another chapter, go to bed on time at 12: 00, with a new face, to usher in a new tomorrow!

“What the fuck! What the hell is going on here? Why was it only 11: 57, and it was 2: 00 in the middle of the night after watching a short chapter? What, not a chapter, have I seen chapter 182? Impossible, damn it!

“Well, now that it's 2: 02, get it together again, try to see 200 chapters at 2: 30, then delete the book completely, even the reading software unloaded, stripped and boned again!

“Three, three o'clock? Why, my God, the earth, what is this?

“3: 30? Why is it 3: 30? Fallen, how have I fallen to such a point? Is it true that writing a thesis recently is too stressful to find a job and urgently needs a channel to soothe my nerves? Also, the necessary rest and entertainment is still needed, a relaxed, literary way, don't get too confused about the essay and the work, the body is the revolutionary capital, drilled the horn tip, and the brain is broken is not good - the author really can't write emotional theater, hahahaha, I think you're a brother, but you want to fuck me, you haven't seen this kind of male and female owner, hahahaha, what's going on, I feel the legs are getting soft, my lower body is hidden pain, like being crushed back and forth by a train - should really reduce the frequency a bit in the future.

“No, you must go to sleep. Read the last chapter. You must go to sleep, I swear...”

Li Yao was confused and faint. He rubbed his stomach and quickly drew his phone.

Wonderful, too - the novel "Forty Thousand Years of Refurbishment", apart from the stunt of Refurbishment Plus Technology, is really flat, novel, nothing too personal, like a standardized commodity on and off the big industrial pipeline, can be seen or not.

The hot, bloody bridge section of what wilderness train can't get rid of the author's forced bloodbath, but he asked the reader to look at the suspected goose bumps.

But……

Why the more Li Yao sees and feels familiar, most of the scenes and images are as hazy as the memory of a hundred years ago. The more he sees and wants to see, the more anxious he is to know what happened to "Shuuzhen Li Yao” and his friends.

“Zhao Kai didn't lie." 40,000 Years of Fixing "is really nice! ”

Li Yao made a mistake. "Go pee. After peeing, you must go to sleep. Not sleeping is not human! ”

Li Yao fell asleep.

Or he thinks he's asleep.

Because he had countless other strange dreams.

Today, strange dreams are hundreds of times clearer than in the past, so clear that he can't tell whether he is dreaming or sitting at a desk under a bunk bed, gathering together to read an online novel called "Forty Thousand Years of Fixing".

He saw the Lipstick Dragon again.

But this time, there was a barbarian queen sitting behind the dragon.

With sharp eyes, straight nosebumps, honey-colored lips and wheat-colored skin, I am the only person in the novel, "Dingling Bell”.

“I've been searching for you in the endless ocean of stars for so many years, starting with the fighting universe, killing through so many universes, so many worlds, so many enchanting paradises and horrible hells. ”

Ding Zheng stared at Li Yao, his voice was low and full of magnetism, pure and full of songs. "Everyone said that you were dead, that your soul and life information were completely shattered and vanished into nothingness, but I just didn't believe it, and I knew you must be alive, that you would persevere in your own way, even if the enemy was Earth, even... the whole universe!

“Remember what we said when we left?

“I told you, even if you die one day, it doesn't matter if you go down to the Yin Cao Dynasty or Jiu Huang Quan, because I will tear down the Yin Cao, bomb the Dynasty Dynasty, burn all of Jiu Huang Quan and save you!

“Li Yao, hold on.

“I'm coming! ”

Li Yao suddenly woke up again.

I feel like my ten fingers and lumbar rod have never felt this sore in my life.

It was as if someone had stabbed a burning steel needle in his ten nail covers and hit him hard on the waist with a burning iron hammer.

Though his body had awakened and his consciousness was still sinking in the swamp of his brain, he sat beside the chair for 10 minutes in horror until the bleak sun stabbed him in the eyes and found it was 9: 30 in the morning.

It's Monday, graduation class doesn't have much class, but the roommates go to the library to prepare their thesis, or go outside for internships and recruiting.

The dormitory was very quiet, making the time on the wall run out so loud and unbearable that Li Yao thought with a breath about what had happened together last night.

He seemed to see an interesting online novel in the second half of the night, and then he got out of bed and peed, and after that he came back and sat on the chair under the bunk bed and watched another chapter, another chapter, another chapter, I don't know how many chapters he saw, and when he saw the hot blood and the tide, he took out a little book of his dreams and wrote a painting, and then he fell asleep on the table confused... so that's how it should be?

“Internet novels kill people! ”

Li Yao scratched his fluttering hair like a bird's nest, his sleeping eyes blurred and thought, "Well, it went down again last night. I'll delete this book later, the software will be unloaded, and then from today noon, no, noon, let's just get back to sleep. Beginning at 10: 00 pm, we'll change bones and become human again. That's right, so happily decided!

“By the way, my back hurts so much, I can't even stand up. Wrong, my underwear is dry, it's nothing! ”

Li Yao crooked his head and struck at Hao. He tried to remember what he had done after urinating last night. In addition to reading the book, he seemed to have applied a smear on the little book and wrote a painting.

Li Yao randomly opens his most private "Dream Book”.

Then he stood still, pale as a ghost.

I saw only the dream book, the lipstick worn behind the king dragon sometime added an English-looking, hegemonic barbarian queen, eyes deep enough to pierce the notebook and desk and even the crust.

The barbarian queen reached out to him, seemingly trying to pull him out of the abyss, or an invitation to fight.

With his trembling fingertips, Li Yao mocked his painted barbarian queen, a strange current flowing from his fingertips around him, about to detonate his heart.

Pfft, Pfft, Pfft, Pfft, Pfft, Pfft!

His heart was beating faster and faster, reaching its limits, and he couldn't help but roar to suppress it for countless years.

“Did I paint this? ”

Li Yao asked himself incredibly, "When did my drawing skills become so good, and the people who drew it were so similar? ”

Turn back, there are new paintings, graffiti at will with ballpoint pens and signature pens on his desk, few of which outline a city or architecture or natural scenery.

Li Yao's pupils suddenly contracted and his heart almost grew out of his hands and feet, tearing his chest apart and jumping out.

Fungo City, Fabao Cemetery, Qixiu Erzhong, Liaoyuan, Havoc Train, Havoc War Court...

Although not labeled, Li Yao could tell at first glance that the scenes in the novel "Forty Thousand Years of Reconstruction", a ballpoint pen painting of the Great Waste Train, even clearly visible soldiers in battle, sacrificed reconstructors, screaming passengers and “ghost silver mosquitoes” with stinging ears in the distance.

Though the pen is bad, at first glance, it is called hot blood, as if it were imminent, back in the wilderness of the day, in the thunderstorm area.