Chapter 1955

Ning Shu can't figure out what's going on now. Has she always been in a dreamland, in a dream, or in a dream?

These people can be reborn infinitely, just like the NPC in the game. You kill her this time. Next time, you come again, she is still alive, but the scene and event are different.

Ning Shu's brain is full of paste, which makes him feel confused in time and space.

The body is very tired. I feel that I have been staying up late for half a month to cultivate immortals, and I don't sleep any longer. I want to run away.

The brain hurts.

It's as if it's going to die.

Shit!

Ning Shu took out water from his bag, Gulu Gulu drank half a bottle, and his heart was about to jump out.

"Shimei, you look blue. What's the matter with you?" Asked Ning Shu in the song and Mo dynasties.

Ning Shu said, "it's OK, but I haven't had a good rest."

Thinking of the dream, song Mo was sucked into a skin by a giant mosquito, which made him very thrilled. Now, seeing that song Mo is good, wearing a clean white sweater, fresh and warm, Ning Shu can't help but feel trance.

I always feel like I'm floating around. It's really hard for NIMA.

Ning Shu braved a group of fire in his heart, which was deliberately tormenting people.

Such a long-lasting thrill of panic is too much for a person.

Ning Shu took the essence of essential balm and smelled it at the tip of his nose. The cool smell made Ning Shu's brain a little more comfortable.

Dizzy, Ning Shu feels heatstroke!

In a word, Ning Shu feels that his body can't endure any longer.

Ning Shu is very hungry now. He didn't eat breakfast. When he got up, he came to class. It seems that song Mo gave her a hamburger, but there seems to be maggots in that hamburger.

Dream or real.

Ning Shu is not sure.

Ning Shu stealthily turns out the biscuits from the bag. When chewing the biscuits, Ning Shu feels that the biscuits have no taste, the taste is dull, too tired, and the taste is dull without appetite.

Ning Shu doesn't want to eat it, but he's hungry. When he eats it, his stomach hurts.

Ning Shu feels that the whole person is not very good!

It's a tough problem for her. It seems that the client is trapped in this kind of consciousness, repeating all kinds of exciting and unexpected things over and over again. It's a bloody stimulus, which will drive people crazy.

Ning Shu looks at his hand. His skin is blue, his blood vessels are obvious, and his fingers are thin.

She must be thin. Girls want to be thin. But I didn't want to be so thin.

Especially there will be a shadow in my heart.

When the biscuits are eaten, Ning Shu's stomach is very painful. I think it's too hungry. I can't stand it after eating.

In the end, he couldn't stand it. Ning Shu raised his hand and said to the professor, "I want to go to the toilet."

The professor was interrupted. He didn't look good, but Ning Shu didn't look good. He could only agree.

Ning Shu's face was so ugly with pain that he went to the toilet.

When I got to the toilet cubicle, I squatted down and pulled out the blood, which was thick, black, red, black and red.

Ning Shu picked up his eyebrows and wiped them with paper. Ouch, I'm pulling blood.

There must be something wrong with her organs. Is it because of too much mental pressure? Now there is something wrong with her body.

But where does she come from now.

She is now, at best, my conscious body.

It must be aunt.

But it's like a prolapse, and even a piece of intestines is coming out.

Ning Shu:

Lying trough ah ah ah ah ah!!!

It's harder and harder!

Ning Shu feels that his consciousness is beginning to blur, so it's a dream again?

Ning Shu pinched his arm and broke it. As a result, the body water mixed with black and red blood came out with a stink of microbial corruption.

Ning Shu:

So this body is a corpse?

She's dead?

Ah ha ha ha?!

Ning Shu can't help but pull the corners of his mouth. The sense of time and space confusion is more obvious.

This body is dead. I dream that I am dead. My body is corrupt?!

Before tired feeling is because the body function has stopped working?

It's interesting to see what's next.

Ning Shu wipes, lifts his pants and washes his hands.

If there is no smell of corpse around the tip of the nose, Ning Shu picked up his collar and smelled it. It really smells like corpse.

Ning Shu looked at his face in the mirror. His face was pale and pale. Some of them were blue. His lips had no color at all. Isn't that what a corpse looks like?

Although I don't know what the reason is, Ning Shu doesn't want to be treated as a monster. She is a walking corpse.Ning Shu took out the powder, and made a pat on the face, then smeared a bit of lipstick, and bare the outer skin, such as hands and arms, smeared with powder and blush. It looked ruddy and a little better.

I am a corpse, which is quite a frightening thing.

Ning Shu touched his heart, but his heart didn't beat. He couldn't feel his heart beating like thunder any more.

Instead of going to class, Ning Shu went back to the dormitory, closed the door, scanned his body with mental power, and his internal organs began to corrupt. Ning Shu put his hands in front of his mouth, took a breath, smelled, and smelled corruption.

In a short time, her sense of smell will disappear.

After class, several roommates opened the door and smelled a bad smell. They quickly covered their noses. "What is this?"

"Shimei, what did you do that stinks?" A roommate said to Ning Shu.

Ning Shu: "..."

Is it so smelly?

Sure enough, her olfactory function has disappeared a lot. She just smelt a little, but her roommate's unbearable appearance should be very smelly.

"Yes, I have always thought of the smell in the dormitory. It's very smelly today." Another roommate said, looking at Ning Shu, "Shimei, you're not playing a prank. It stinks."

Ning Shu opened the window and let the taste dissipate. All three roommates were dissatisfied.

Ning Shu climbed up to his bed and covered his body with a quilt, hoping that the odor could be covered.

In fact, there is no use for eggs at all. The body is covered by the quilt, but it corrupts quickly.

Ning Shu grabbed his head and scratched a handful of hair. When the hair was pulled off, he still wore his scalp, which was wet and smelly.

Ning Shu tucked her hair into the quilt, took out her mobile phone, searched for the contact person in it, and was ready to make a phone call to her parents.

Ning Shu can only expand his dream now. He has been in school all the time. If there are more people in such a big place, the dreamers will have more difficulty and have to figure out the parents of the body.