Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    The wet footprints finally stopped at the door of the bar, Zuo Yan looked up.

    "Grayity" gravity.

    He had a stomach trouble here the other day, but it's still not good now.

    Following her in, seeing those people swaying through the girl's body, she couldn't bear to look.

    Around the bar, the girl seemed to be looking for something, and then suddenly walked out quickly.

    Zuo Yan only noticed her swollen face before, but didn't see that her abdomen was also empty, just didn't know which of the five girls she was.

    "What did you bring me here for?" Could it be that he was looking for four other girls.

    The girl turned her neck stiffly, rolled her eyes, and her lips stirred, but there was no sound. The expression on her face finally fluctuated. She grabbed her neck and sank her hands tightly, and dark red blood flowed out. ...

    "Don't worry, you can write if you can't speak." You can be light, and your head will fall off for a while, but you won't be able to get up.

    The girl finally let go of herself, and the blood on her hands was struggling to write on the ground.

    Zuo Yan looked at it for a long time, didn't recognize it, and was ashamed to say that you would write another one, but he could only squat on the ground and watch, with a smell lingering on the tip of his nose.

    "Jin... Yang... Attach..." Her writing posture was very laborious, and her wrist angle was not normal.     Before the

    last word came out, Zuo Yan asked: "Attach high?" The

girl nodded, and then wrote hard on the ground, "Death..." The

    current situation is that they are not far from the entrance of the bar. In the eyes of outsiders, Zuo Yan squatted on the ground alone, watching the ground and talking to the air next to him from time to time. The people around him looked at him strangely, and looked at him left and right. They always felt uncomfortable and walked around him.

    Zuo Yan was not afraid that others would treat him as a neuropathy anyway, "Are you one of the five people who died at the high school?" The girl shook her head, tapping the word "death" with her finger, a little worried.

    Zuo Yan asked: "Did you die in Fugao? A person died at Fugao, or...someone is about to die there." The

    last sentence fell, and the girl suddenly screamed in horror and disappeared in front of him the next moment.

    "Are you okay." He Bao retracted his hand, looking serious in front of him like a god. He looked at him up and down to make sure there was no lack of arms or flesh. He gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, and he came in time.

    Zuo Yan said: "It's a coincidence that you came."

    He Bao said, "Fortunately, I am here today. What are you doing here in the middle of the night? If you don't know the undead, you can tell that she is not a human being."

    Zuo Yan looked down at the ground. He wanted to say that he didn’t have enough diarrhea and then found the crime. Do you believe it? Then he told He Bao that the girl came to his house in the middle of the night.

    "Little panda, you may not accept what I will do next, but I hope you can forgive me."

    Zuo Yan was puzzled, "What are you going to do?"