God of Fishing

Han Fei looked at it all the way, and didn't stay too long in front of every fantasy.

Look, Han Fei's face is getting weird. At this moment, he stands in front of a ball. That's right, this is a ball, a leather ball, with a graffiti crab on it.

And in front of the ball, a bunch of fishermen are watching.

South Africa would have liked to leave, because this level of vision was of no use to him.

I don't know why, he was a little sudden, he saw something on the ball that didn't know a hand appeared... extremely illusory and blinking disappeared.

I'm hallucinating?

Han couldn't help but wonder: “Hello, is anyone pausing? I said, how's your vision working? ”

Someone frowned and looked back from the thought and drank: “No sound. ”

Nobody cares about Han Fei except for a word he said.

Han Fei wondered: One, it's quite cold, isn't it?

Han Fei can feel a little spiritual fluctuation from the crab pattern. However, the fluctuations in this intensity are indeed low. For him and for Korea and Africa, it was nothing.

Is that how many people think about it?

Han Fei made another sound: “Who can squeak? ”

“Shut your mouth. ”

Or the teenager just now, staring angrily at Han Fei: “We're practicing. ”

Han Fei barged his mouth: he was not strong, he had a big temper! Think about it. What can you do?

I only saw Han Fei lift his feet.

“Boom!”

With one foot kicked out, the ball turned into a perfect parabola and flew to the sky, disappearing over this vast grass.

“Mmm! Feels good. ”

At that moment, a lot of people were closing their eyes. But a few people suddenly opened their eyes and set their eyes on it: hey, where's the fantasy?

The teenager, angry with Han Fei, said, "What are you doing? ”

Han Fei chuckled: “What am I doing? I play soccer! Who told you to ignore me? ”

The teenager said, "We're practicing. Didn't you see that? ”

Han Fei shrugged: “At that level of ideology, is it worth practicing? Isn't that something you can see from the bottom? That's a fucking toy. ”

Han Fei is pretty sure: That's really a toy. Probably some kid graffiti stuff.

He once wondered: Is it something that, after a long time, becomes an object of vision?

Just to surprise Han, if it was really just a ball, it would have been lost if it had been here for so long! It's impossible to even have enough air...

And he laughed, “You think you can kick the fantasy? You underestimate sky meditation gardens. ”

These teenagers probably can tell: Korea and Africa are strong. But in the sky meditation garden, they're not really afraid. Never heard of anyone being beaten here.

Han is not confused: “What do you mean? ”

The next moment, Han Fei glared at him, and he saw the leather ball that had just been kicked out of his foot. He appeared quietly, slowly in the void, and reappeared in front of Han Fei.

“Fog grass! ”

Han Fei suddenly startled: What is the point?

Han Fei is going to get the ball right away.

And then a teenager said, "What's wrong with you? What do you think you're doing? ”

Han Fei's eyes swept cold. At one time, a group of teenagers were scared backwards and backwards.

The talking teenager, pale face: What kind of look is this? Why so fierce?

Han Fei reached out, picked up the ball on the ground, weighed it a little, and said to the people: “Take your vision and find another place. Besides, I'm telling you, this idea is very low-level, so don't be silly here. One ball. What can you think of? ”

There was a girl, frightened: “You can't take it! You can't get out. Once you put it down, it disappears. ”

“You can't even swallow it," said the teenager. "That's the rule. ”

Han Fei grinned: “I'll play with it. ”

Speaking, Han Fei turned his hand, one finger against the leather ball, and started spinning wildly.

In this scene, these teenagers have no words: What is this man up to?

Han Fei slipped away after robbing someone's leather ball.

How can such shameless people be in this world when these teenagers are silent?

Han Fei turned the ball and hummed a little song, but he hummed and found his fingertips lightening.

“Hmm? Gone? ”

I wonder if it was Han Fei's illusion that, at the moment the ball became lighter, he seemed to see an illusory figure in the void.

“Here we go! ”

“What's that sound? ”

Han Fei's face suddenly changed, his perception seemed to be a bit wrong, as if he saw a small child flashing in the void and snatching the leather ball from his hand.

Yes, the ball isn't disappearing, it's being stolen.

This is not what Han did not see, but what he perceived naturally triggered and perceived. Very brief, very illusory.

And Han Fei is pretty sure that it's a little girl.

“What the hell am I? ”

Han Fei took a deep breath: This is a big joke! He was just trying to get the idea out of here. What happens?

Han Fei thought: After a distance, the fantasy will automatically disappear and return to its original place.

But it never occurred to me that this idea disappeared in this way.

“No, there must be something strange here. ”

Han Fei had to go faster and find another idea to see if something like that would happen again?

About a hundred miles later, Han Fei found these trees in a forest, not tall, with colorful little bells hanging on them.

I wonder if it's an illusion. At that moment, Han Fei sees a tiny white figure running through the woods.

Han Fei hastily chased the past. Unfortunately, nothing was found.

“Tingling bells...”

Because these bells are so smooth, no one sees them as fantasies. Therefore, there is no second person here but Han Fei.

Han Fei looked up and frowned at the bells. I don't know why, he always felt weird, he seemed to be watched.

Suddenly, Han Fei felt a hand pushed against his thigh. It wasn't that powerful, but it was pushed. How could Han Fei not know about this?

Han Fei immediately turned around and felt a white shadow passing by him, eventually disappearing.

“Goo doo! ”

Han Fei swallowed the mouth spit. Of course he wasn't scared, he just felt a little creepy.

Others are fine with this view, and from the moment they see the first stone tablet, they find something wrong. This frequent white shadow, and that just now, I wonder if it's a girl's fiction?

This is weird, okay?

Han Fei reached over the bell, and a crisp sound rang in the woods.

After a moment of waiting, Han Fei gave up looking at the woods.

Continue to the depths of the garden of vision.

Day one.

Han Fei saw hundreds of fantasies, more than 30, more or less, and saw that strange white shadow.

This made Han Fei completely believe Wang San Tie's words: This idea garden is really weird, and it is very weird.

The next day.

Korea and Africa look at more than 50 vistas, of which about 10 are of relatively high rating, enough to be viewed by a strong diver.

However, Han Fei is no longer looking for an object, he is looking for the white shadow.

Day three.

Day four.

Han Fei was searching for traces of white shadow appearance and had been searching for seven days.

In those seven days, he identified something: what kind of garden of ideas is this? It's really just a garden. Most of that stuff, in Korea and Africa's view, is toys, toys for kids.

Of course, if you don't see the white phantom, you might think that the Garden of Ideas is just a low-level practice for fishermen and fishermen.

But now he won't think so.

For example, he sees a piece of sand, which he writes on his own, twisted.

For example, he saw bird sculptures somewhere. That bird's neck, it's like a slide.

For example, he's in a tiny ground hole, like a rat hole. After Han Fei went in, his head popped out and he was knocked out.

All sorts, no one else can see, only themselves.

Han Fei attributed this situation to the fact that the power of his soul was too high. After all, my 9999 mental strength, my perceived range is over 300 miles.

In fact, Wang Santie's speculation has a certain depth. Because of his low mental strength, he could not perceive the white shadow in the nothingness.

And most people, how many can reach 9,999 points of mental strength in the early days of law enforcement?

Wang Santie said that 300 miles of perception is a basic criterion, as well as luck, so there is a certain chance to go to the divine soul without emptiness.

Does this mean that this white shadow can only be perceived if it reaches a certain spiritual strength, a certain spiritual strength?

At this moment.

South Africa lies on a jellyfish lap. Just like the wheat field circle, because there is no ideal value here, no one comes.

This strangely pressed figure, like a giant jellyfish. Umbrella-shaped jellyfish head with a circular intercept in the middle with six twisted tentacles on either side, absolutely a jellyfish.

Han Fei was lying in the middle of the ring because he was just here and saw the white shadow again.

In Han Fei's eyes, it's that illusory mist. This mist wraps the sky's meditation garden.

Lying there, Han Fei found that the fog was moving. Unfortunately, they cannot be clustered like clouds and occasionally form a few strange graphics.

“Brother! ”

Suddenly, in Han Fei's ear, a tender voice sounded.

As soon as the voice appeared, Han Fei suddenly shivered. But instead of climbing up, he turned his head and looked aside.

At that moment, Han non-eyelid jumped. Because he saw a little girl, only three or four years old, squatting on the ground and looking at him curiously.