God descends the second element

A lot of question marks suddenly appeared above his head. Who can tell him what is going on now?Why did things become like this?What did the true white like a little angel go through on weekdays?

Wang Hao now has a lot of questions and is about to make up a book of 100,000 whys. Because of the hard hit he has received, he now feels a sense of indescribable fatigue. He just sighed and lay on the bed in a daze. Looking at the ceiling.

"Zhen Bai is also growing..."

Recalling what Zhenbai said just now, Wang Hao couldn't help but sighed, and began to reflect on himself, and then he should pay attention to it, and he can no longer treat the other person as a child.

A breeze blew in from outside the window, and it lightly blew Wang Hao. He suddenly felt a lot relaxed, and suddenly there was a thought of just lying down and not wanting to move.

"No, I can't be so decadent now!"

Thinking that Zhenbai had begun to grow gradually without knowing it, he also had to continue to work harder.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao stood up resolutely, regained his spirits, and muttered to himself: "Anyway, let's reset the next arrangement first!"

Now that a lot of things are overwhelming, he is almost out of breath, and avoiding it is not a way, so the only thing to do is to rearrange these things and make plans.

As long as things are sorted out, the whole person will be much easier.

After sitting back on his office chair, Wang Hao expertly opened the computer file and found a schedule he had obtained last time, but he did not expect that the plan could not keep up with the changes. The current changes have completely disrupted his previous plans. , I had to delete it to the recycle bin, and then resume editing.

There are too many things happening these days, but they can be divided by time and importance.

Thinking in his mind, his hands didn't slow down, his hands quickly tapped the keyboard, and rows of words appeared on the screen.

A few minutes later, Wang Hao made a table of the recent arrangements, and sent the documents to his mobile phone by the way. He personally still likes this orderly arrangement.

It's like writing a novel with an outline, the next thing will be a lot easier.

Of course, some people find it troublesome and don't like to use this method.

In fact, with Wang Hao's memory, he can sort it out in his mind, but he happens to have some small obsessive-compulsive disorder in this regard, and there is no way.

Well, after all, if you are forced to go beyond the sky, you will feel uncomfortable if you don't do some things.

After sorting these out, Wang Hao began to find out many combat-related drawing skills. This one can be said to be his shortcoming, but he must fill this shortcoming in the shortest time, even absolutely To be better than other aspects!

There was very little time left for him, and he knew that he was a little impatient, but he had to.

The reason is also very simple, because Dragon Ball's next main battle line is still the battle line, and the next opponent is the Fu Jian Yi Bo. If you don't do this with the determination to die, I am afraid that even the 1% chance of winning will be lost.

Time passed quietly, and it wasn't until about two o'clock in the morning that Wang Hao stopped. I don't know how many scraps of manuscripts were on the ground, scattered all over the place.

He felt his head dizzy now, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes tiredly, knowing that he must rest now.

Although his physical fitness is better than that of ordinary people, several hours of continuous high-intensity work has consumed too much in both mental and physical strength.

The body is the capital of the revolution. Wang Hao knows this very well. Even if he still wants to continue painting now, the body protested.

"Forget it, just get up early tomorrow."

After a light sigh, Wang Hao turned and lay directly on the bed. A strong feeling of lethargy suddenly hit him. He picked up the remote control next to him and pressed it. The light in the room quietly went out, and he went directly to sleep without too much.

…………

In the unfamiliar space, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

"This is where?"

Wang Hao frowned, he didn't like this feeling very much.

However, in the next second, a little starlight suddenly lit up all around, and the entire space was suddenly filled with various lights.

Before Wang Hao was surprised, he realized that the scene in front of him had changed again, and he suddenly came to a strange world that he knew.

The predecessor of the 569th chapter debuts!!!

"Are you here again..."

Seeing this, Wang Hao already understood, and he came again to the dream that had appeared many times before.

For this world, he only knew that it should be related to the predecessor, and it could also be caused by other reasons.

He originally regarded this as a memory space, as if someone with amnesia suddenly came to a place full of his own memories. It seems that it is not always the case now.

Wang Hao could perceive the abnormality here, especially when he left here last time, he vaguely saw a smiling face, mysterious and weird.

Although he could not figure out the origin of that person, Wang Hao clearly noticed that that person was different from other people in this world. No one else in the memory space could see his existence. However, the mysterious person at that time clearly saw his existence. he!

That smile was revealed to him without a doubt, this is where the weird place lies, but I don't know if that mysterious person will appear again, maybe he can inquire into some secrets from the other's mouth.

After all, he will appear here, there must be some special reason, if he doesn't figure it out, he may always come to this memory space in the future, and may even be inseparable.

After realizing the seriousness of the problem, Wang Hao's heart became heavier.

Of course, all this may also be his own imagination.

It's a pity that it's useless to be anxious now, the more anxious it is, the easier it is to make mistakes. After Wang Hao sighed lightly, he began to calm down.

At present, he can only take one step and see one step at a time. If he guesses correctly, what will be shown to him later should be the follow-up of the last story.

Wang Hao frowned, there are too few clues.

Now he only hopes that after the story is over, the mystery of the memory space can be completely solved. This possibility is not small.

When he was thinking, the surrounding scene was distorted again, and then he came to the place where the last time ended. The scene was strangely still, everything was exactly the same as the last time.

In the next second, the prohibited screen began to move again.

Everything is as he expected.

None of the people around could see Wang Hao, so he stood quietly aside, like a movie theater audience, but his sense of substitution was stronger, but he also looked forward to the next plot.

…………

With the passage of time, the scenes that appeared in front of him kept changing, different scenes shattered and reorganized, and Wang Hao's expression also quietly changed.

This time he stayed in the memory space for a long time, and the time he had entered here several times before, added up, was not as long as this time, Wang Hao secretly noted this point.

The scene is constantly changing, and it was night when it was a clear day.

In the empty alley, a young man with a pale complexion leaned on the wall. When he saw this man's face clearly, Wang Hao's expression changed because the other party was the predecessor!

It seemed to be difficult for the front body to breathe, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and eventually he couldn't support it and fell directly to the ground.

Ten minutes later, a colorful ray of light fell from the sky and fell on the body of the predecessor.

No need to guess, this should be the process of his rebirth.