It’s not the ordinary pain, but the kind of splitting headache. It’s like a hangover, or it’s like drinking fake wine, and it hurts to a little nausea.
Immediately afterwards, countless broken and mottled memories began to return.
Just a few hours ago, he stubbornly identified himself as an ancient god, opened his arms to the sky and said that I am the king of the world, contemptuously said to the leader of the sect that you are an ant, and used a majestic and familiar tone to one. The heretic **** called him affectionately, and he didn’t even notice it when he died, stubbornly thinking that he would return to the sealed body.
Weston: “…”
For a moment, he really wanted to buy the station ticket overnight and escape the planet with the train.
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