After Awakening, I Conquered The Whole World

There was darkness.

No

No.

To be more precise, Joe felt that she had no human body.

She is like duckweed, or other things, the whole person is like a loose state, floating in this deep, endless space.

Darkness, depression, coldness.

It's the hue here.

It's not what Joe imagined.

She crossed the entrance to the space and nothing painful happened.

Luochajie and she imagined is also very different.

Here, there is no ghost that she imagined to cover the sky and the sun. It's quiet here.

There is no color around, only a pure black, like cover in the thick fog, only occasionally across some different shadows.

Joe felt like she was not human now. She could see everything around her, but she didn't seem to see herself.

She doesn't know what she's in right now.

She felt that as she entered the realm of Luocha, when she stayed here, there would always be some broken fragments in her mind.

Fragmentary memories, as if they are slowly pieced together.

She didn't know how long she had drifted away in this silent and dark world. If it was someone else, she would feel suffocating and even panic within a few minutes. She just took some confusion.

There is no breath on the body, even the phagocytosis is gone.

She didn't know where she was going. Although the scenery around her was constant, she felt that she was moving.

She kept moving forward.

She did not know how long before she felt a low roar around her, which seemed to be the ferocious roar of demons. She looked up, and a huge demon body glided over her without seeing her.

If it was not for this demon, she would not even feel any breath and color in this world.

And the devil didn't seem to see her.

There is a worse situation, that is, Joe has no body, she is just a consciousness.

Her consciousness came to the realm of Luocha.

"You..."

A faint sigh came from a distant place, bringing emptiness.

Quiet, cold, as if separated by thousands of years of hoarseness.

Joe's mind moved, and he felt that his sight suddenly widened, and a man suddenly appeared in front of him.

To be exact, it is a figure of a person. When the figure reaches out to herself, she feels that she has a body. She subconsciously reaches out her hand and really sees her hand.

In the dark environment, she seems to be gathered by the starlight, and her whole body exudes the moving brilliance, and appears a little bit.

In such a dark world, her appearance is abrupt and unreasonable.

The bright color can almost destroy the darkness around.

In the rolling fog, a hand was stretched out. The hand seemed to be full of white bones, which was frightening. However, in the moment of contact with Qiao today, it gradually recovered the color that used to be. The fingers were long and the green was as white as jade, and the joints were clear.

That's song Yanqing's hand.

He emerged from the fog. His original figure was not real, but when he came into contact with Joe, he was restored to his former appearance.

He looked at her, as if separated by ten thousand years of attachment, full of eyes only on her body.

He sighed slightly, and there was a kind of hoarse missing: "you still come."

In do not know how long, long to his concept of time are vague, she still appeared.