MTL - Mixed Miners-Chapter 1770 Sparse from the ball

"Control well!" The middle-aged man told me that the girl quickly put down the paddle and grabbed the tail to gently shake it a few times. The boat slowly approached the people who fell into the water.

After the boat turned around the water for two laps, the middle-aged man confirmed that the guy who was in the water should have just fallen off, because at least it had not rotted, he should be able to rescue it, so he told the girl to control the fishing boat to stick it.

"Stabilize!" Just as the boat slid past Yangling, the middle-aged man reached out and grabbed Yang Ling's clothes and lifted it up. The boat swayed violently, and a young man with a pale face looked only seventeen or eight years old. It fell into the cabin, and several fish raised inside were scared out of the boat and fell into the sea.

The middle-aged man first tried to test Yang Ling’s breath and found that there was still gas. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, dug Yang Ling’s mouth and looked at it. Then after a sharp shot on the chest back, the father and the daughter were the only ones. Pick up the paddle and start to cross the coast.

"It’s weird!" The middle-aged man looked back and looked back. The blue sky and the blue sky were clear and clear, and there was no one in the sea. There was a living person floating in the air. There was a feeling of hitting the ghost in the daytime. The more people think about it, the more cool the back is, the faster it is.

Yang Ling woke up three days later.

Rough wooden houses, simple tables and chairs, narrow windows and doors, everything in front of you is very familiar

Paralyzed, is Laozi dreaming again?

Yang Ling was staring at the furnishings of the room. If he remembered correctly, here is the memory environment in which the Promise of the Promise, which he once plunged into when he swallowed the body of the big bell, remained in consciousness.

Did you fall into the consciousness of the Promise of the Promise?

Yang Ling opened the quilt. With the breeze rolling, he could even smell a very familiar faint girl's body fragrance, but at the same time he couldn't help but see a black, painful grin and almost fainted.

He felt like he had been smashed through the meat grinder for a number of times after being crushed by the roller, and the body was completely out of his own.

After a long period of dizziness and wheezing, Yang Ling looked inside the sea of ​​God and found that there was no problem in the spirit of God. Everything in the sea of ​​God was as old as it was. Apart from being unable to communicate with the system, it was impossible to communicate with the compass. Everything was nothing.

Yang Ling is very used to the problem that the system and the compass cannot communicate.

In addition, the power of the soul is very difficult to mobilize, and the body also shows signs of collapse, which should be crushed by the white light.

Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. After all, this experience was thousands of times more than the last time it fell to Qinlongxing. At least the soul and the gods can still be used.

"Oh yeah~"

As the narrow and rough wooden door was pushed open, a glare of white light came in, and Yang Ling couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands. After getting used to the outside light, he slowly walked out of the hut.

Still a familiar small yard, still a shelf full of fish, still three simple cottages, everything is almost exactly the same as in memory.

Yang Ling put his finger into his mouth and took a bite. A trace of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth. At the same time, there was a severe pain that made him unable to hold back.

In this situation, everything is like the reality of being there.

Is this all true or false?

Is it in a real place or is it still in the world of consciousness of the Promise of the Promise?

Yang Ling took a few deep breaths and felt that his body seemed to recover slowly. He resisted the pain and dragged his legs, pushing the fence door of the yard to the familiar beach.

This feeling is very strange, just like playing the same game over and over again, even the winding roads full of weeds and thorns seem to have not changed much.

Yang Ling is very strange. Isn't all the memory in the world of consciousness of the Promise of the Promise, and if it is, then will the people living in it be aware of it?

Or is it all from the beginning of entering the world?

Yang Ling turned his head and turned a few turns, and a vast blue sea appeared in his eyes. At the same time, the breath of the sea came in the sea breeze, with a cool and salty taste.

On the clean beach, a very old fishing boat, a middle-aged couple with a rough and dark skin and a 12-year-old girl are tidying up the nets on the beach.

Good familiar feeling?

Looking at this family, Yang Ling has once again fallen into endless chaos.

The creation of the saints once said that the world of their own life is all illusory, and the Promise of the Promise is also innocent to see the truth, and then become the Supreme, then what is the real world seen by the Promise of?

"Hey, Aber, are you awake?" The middle-aged uncle made a stunned Yang Ling, stopped his hand and smiled and said hello.

Middle-aged women and girls have also turned around to look at Yang Ling.

The woman's wrinkled face was very sweet, but the girl was cheeky and cheeked. She looked at Yang Ling and hung her head down.

"Thank you for your uncle's help!" After Yang Ling walked over, he still said thank you, whether he was in a dream or not, in the consciousness of others, life-saving is life-saving, dreams are others, but life is his own!

In the realm of Yangling~www.novelbuddy.com~ you can also get others into your own dojo. If you die inside, it will be dead. There is no relationship between time and space and environment. If you are trapped in the Promise The sacred world of consciousness is dead, and it is still dead. People outside this world know nothing and will disappear completely, from the body to the soul.

"Aberdeen, you are really a big life. Listening to your accent is not like a local, where is your hometown? How can you fall into the sea?" The middle-aged uncle is still talkative.

Yang Ling remembered a place, so he said, "Uncle, I am a native of China!"

"Zhangzhou!" The middle-aged man apparently stunned and scratched his hair and said with amazement: "I heard that the land is far away, hundreds of thousands of miles away from Shenzhou. I have been going to see it for decades. How can you fall to us? It’s too strange to come here?”

Yang Ling had to smile, the only thing he remembered was this place. I didn’t expect it to be far away from the ball. Lying everywhere was a loophole.

"Xiao Qing A Niang, you go back to Aberdeen to eat some food, and finally wake up to make up the body!" The middle-aged uncle apparently did not entangle on Yang Ling's problem, let his wife go back to cook.

And Yang Ling is full of entangled like the same group of twine, this sentence he once clearly remembered, is also in this place, but also in this environment, the word can not be the same tone tone can be exactly the same.

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