The Alien Species in the City

Who is asking yourself?

Where do those sounds come from? Is it yourself, is it the question you asked yourself? Is it really a question raised by yourself?

Hua Yueling couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out. Being weak in spirit, he didn't have much thinking ability, he might faint at any time.

"I am so stupid in my heart?"

He wanted to smile, but he couldn't. He laughed at the stupidity of his true self. He thought he was a somewhat different person, but now it seems that he thinks too much. He is just a fool, from beginning to end.

What does it mean to endure even if it is necessary? Doesn't it mean patience to reach the end?

I have worked hard to get here, and I am about to reach the end, why should I give up? Even if you may not be able to reach the end, what if you may not be able to complete it, your own efforts are not to give up before the end, but to reach the end!

His eyes were firmer than ever before, and his spirit was once again focused on the thing in his hand. No matter what, it was the last time I tried my best.

Whether you reach the end, or fail in the next test, depends on your final performance!

After all, no one wants to lose.

The calm and terrible "sea surface" is obviously so peaceful, the "sea surface" is calm and waveless, and the sky is so blue. Everything is proof of what peace is. But I don't know why, in this calm, I can't shake off the strong premonition of the strong rain and the wind.

Everything in front of me is false, illusory, but an illusion to trick myself into being fooled. Waiting for me after this calm is the last possible "wave of thousands of feet"...

Time is so difficult, it's not the first time Hua Yueling feels like this. In the hard-won peace after the trial began, he was more anxious and harder than ever during the trial.

Uncertainty made his mind extremely nervous, his heart beating at an unusual speed, and every second of time would add a bit of nervousness.

The attack came without warning but inevitable, struck in Hua Yueling's tension.

Without more time to think and prepare, he must take this attack, no matter what happens afterwards, whether it is the last time or not.

The highly concentrated spirit constitutes a wall. At the moment, it doesn't matter what the body is impacted into. What is important is the spirit. The slackness of the spirit represents the end of everything.

He knows this.

The impact came so swiftly that he had been expected to be caught off guard. He had predicted this a long time ago, so he was not scared.

But he was knocked down. Just a moment, there is not much strength in the body, and kneeling on one knee can't be hard to support. The supporting legs were trembling, and they might kneel to the ground at any time. When the impact came, they could no longer support them, and they just knelt to the ground.

Kneeling on the knees represents the full submission of the body, but it does not matter, the spirit is the last position he wants to hold.

It seems that endless power is coming in such a rampaging, unreasonable impact on the barrier constructed by the spirit, fear and pain are produced at the same time, under the impact of tyrannical force, the brain is like being crushed over and over again.

The pain is indescribable.

The barrier was constantly being hit, and the strength of each impact became stronger and stronger. Seeing the barrier, I couldn’t hold on to it. When Hua Yueling was about to despair, there was a light green light that was soothing. I don’t know where it came from. It keeps coming, blending into the already broken fortress, and repairing the damaged parts.

The crushing pain continued. Compared with the pain caused by mental attack, the physical pain was nothing. Even if it is crushed and torn, it is nothing in the face of mental pain, it is pain beyond imagination!

The light green rays have a high affinity for him, and he recognizes them. These rays are the rays that sting him before, but they are different at the moment. They are his allies and help him resist the impact of external forces.

His body has become their home, and they are protecting their home.

This is a rather strange thing. The breath and power from the same object are now contending with each other, attacking and defending. Hua Yueling feels puzzled. What is it doing?

The pain continues, but the barrier of spirit is guarded tenaciously. The gap that has been rushed before is refilled. Even if the shock is stronger than the wave, it is useless. The barrier is being repaired at any time. The speed does not have to be slower.

"boom!"

Just when Hua Yueling let go, the most powerful shock came.

The barrier that had been repaired and strengthened was almost destroyed in a blink of an eye. After the impact, Hua Yueling was almost turned into a fool!

Fortunately, after it survived, the barrier still remained. Although it was just that the building was not much larger than the dust particles on the ground, it remained. But he has to thank the breath of life in his body, if it weren't for them, he would undoubtedly die, and it would be a complete death.

He was lucky and survived.

It took a long time for Huayueling to recover. After the impact, his spirit was almost paralyzed. Not only was he unable to think, but his memory was almost disappeared. At that time, he was even worse than a more born baby. The baby has a few months of intelligence, but he is negative.

"Come here?" The body fell softly. He thought he would fall to the ground, but he saw Livello appear next to him somehow, holding himself in his arms in the tender depths of his hands, "Success... …Yet?"

"Successful."

"Is it..." Hua Yueling was not excited, both her tone and eyes were ordinary, and then he fainted.

The fluorescence dissipated, the circular barrier was also removed, and the room was restored to its original state. Livello hugged him, stared at his fainted face for a long time, then looked away and fell on the thing sticking to his palm.

There is no longer any fluorescent surrounding it, and its true appearance is revealed.

It is a leaf, a small and delicate leaf. It is not so much a plant but rather a rare piece of art. It is an artwork that all collectors will love and want to own.

The veins on the leaves are light, even in a slightly dim room. It is light green as a whole, and the texture is lighter green than that, and you can hardly tell the difference without looking carefully.

Hua Yueling's hand did not move, but the blade moved. Without anyone touching it, it floated into the air, slowly drifting towards Huayueling, drifting to his forehead, and pasting it.

The blade slowly merged into his body, Li Weiluo watched this scene quietly, but did not intend to stop it.

There was no sound in the room, but it was so quiet.

He really did it.