Chapter 2175 The Little Witch’s Needle

The bedding beneath him was still the bed of Captain Azera. The fabric was also very soft and comfortable, with a vague and charming fragrance that should be the smell left by Azerla.

Ye Lin carefully inspected the small but warm boudoir. His clothes were indeed gone, and only a pair of shark-style cotton slippers remained beside the bed.

Although Xiaoyu complained that the soul is separated from the body and the body is empty, and there is a high probability that it will not be hardened, but who can say this kind of thing 100% accurately, after all, no one has experimented.

His flesh and blood are still active, his heartbeat is stable, and his nerves are not damaged. He is just like a vegetative person and may have instinctive and normal reactions to external stimuli.

Ye Lin raised his hand, intending to look back on the past few days to see who was secretly using him~ But the side effects of living in the underworld for a long time suddenly hit him.

His heartbeat began to weaken, his strands of hair quickly turned gray from the roots, and his vigorous blood gradually became low, as if he was decaying and entering his old age.

In a daze, Ye Lin lay back down dizzy again. His vitality was extremely low, as if a candle the size of a soybean was blown out by the wings of a moth.

"Sure enough, the feeling of alienation mentioned by Nian Nianyan has arisen..."

When a person wants to raise his hand or move around, the thought that arises is only for a moment, and the body starts to move accordingly. Sometimes the person is not aware of his own subjective consciousness.

For example, when you are going to pour a glass of water to drink, your conscious mind is thinking about pouring the water, while your body movements are more incidental and an unconscious behavior.

Ye Lin now has a mismatch between his consciousness and his body. When he wants to make the action of raising his hand, it often echoes in his mind for two or three seconds before his body makes the corresponding action.

He then had a strange feeling, that is, flesh and blood was no longer a useless burden, but a prison that imprisoned his soul. He should completely abandon it, get rid of the bondage, and gain new life and freedom.

This kind of feeling is unacceptable. If you let your soul be unrestrained, who knows what will happen to it.

It's not like he has never seen it in the underworld, where the undead are wreaking havoc, transforming from humans into demons, and then no longer look like humans at all.

"The real world and the spiritual world, life and death..."

If the underworld is a place full of death, then Arad is undoubtedly full of life now.

Even though it is already the chilling season of winter, the vitality hidden under the earth is accumulating under the ice and snow.

However, from another perspective, the undead souls in the underworld that have not yet been annihilated are considered another kind of "life". The withered flowers and plants and frozen beasts in this world are also a kind of death.

Life and death, light and darkness, seem to be diametrically opposed opposites, but they coincide with the cycle of unity.

Just as believers believe that Remedios and Usil are at odds with each other, but they are best friends who cheat on each other and have a very good relationship in private.

Ye Lin was in a state of half asleep, half awake, half alive and half dead. His gray hair was black and bright again, his heartbeat was strong, and his blood was strong.

The reality of the world is what he found.

In other words, it is a concept called "existence", which is the basis of "creation". The Sword of the Beginning flashes and disappears into the void, and the power of chaos flows slowly, emitting mysterious ripples.

"Could it be that..." Ye Lin thought for a moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Chaos can repair those incomplete powers, which is also a kind of creation."

Next door, Qianying, who was immersed in training, suddenly opened her eyes. Her two weapons, White Fang and Obsidian, were competing with each other and spinning at extremely fast speeds until they were indistinguishable to the naked eye, forming a pattern of yin and yang fish.

"It's strange that today's practice has yielded more results than usual in a month." Qianying murmured. In her personal perception, the world seemed a little "clearer".

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The door to the room was suddenly opened. Ye Lin, who had slowly recovered, closed his eyes and pretended to be dead for a moment. He was very skillful and really pretended to be dead.

Everyone still didn't know that his consciousness had returned and thought that he was still wandering in the underworld.

The person who poked his head at the door turned out to be the little witch Yimi Wu. When he saw that there was no one in the room except Ye Lin, who was still lying dead, he quietly entered the room, went straight to the bed, and lifted the quilt off his body.

Could it be that the little witch was secretly using him? Ye Lin held back his surprise, controlled the expression on his face, and waited for Yimi Wu's next move.

I never expected that the shady and weird Yimi Wu, the little witch who likes evil smiles, is actually a little filthy girl at heart.

When the slippery little witch crawls into bed by herself, she will be given a surprise that will grow quickly!

Yimi Wu directly opened a corner of the quilt on his body, and instead of getting in, he muttered: "It's strange, where is my sewing needle? I remember leaving it here after I made the doll with everyone, why can't I find it?

arrive."

Needles are also useful. She had been using that needle for a long time and was reluctant to part with it. She just forgot about it after using it.

Is there a needle in the bed?

Ye Lin, who was pretending to be dead, had a series of questions in his mind, why would such a thing exist?

Moreover, the little witch had no intention of taking care of him at all. She searched carefully on the bed, lifting the quilt in various ways on the way, and all the heat in the bed that she had managed to save was lost.

"Found it."

Yimiwu was happy. He picked up a sparkling sewing needle from the bed. The tip of the needle glowed with a cold light. The unique cold and stinging feeling of metal, although it did not hit the body, still made Ye Lin feel a headache.

black line.

Fortunately, the little witch still had the last trace of conscience, so she covered him with a quilt before leaving and skipped away.

About ten minutes after Yimi Wu left, the next person to open the door was Mo Mei. Seeing that he was not alive yet, she tucked the corner of the quilt and went out.

After lying in silence for about half an hour, Ye Lin completely regained control of his body, his body and mind became unified, and his understanding of the world became clearer.

The eldest lady and the others were basically practicing. Mo Mei happened to finish a period of meditation. Just when Ye Lin was staring at the ceiling in a daze, preparing to come back to life, the owner of the room came back.

Aizela brought a basin of hot water and a towel, first poured a little unknown liquid into the water, mixed it and gently wiped the strange colorful patterns on his face.

When she first woke up, she saw Ye Lin sleeping next to her. She didn't come back to her senses for a long time, mistakenly thinking that she was still dreaming.

The graffiti pen used by the little witch is anti-fading, and can only be washed away slowly with special solvents. Ye Lin was lying dead for seven weeks. After she woke up, she and Siatt and others helped wipe her face twice a day, but nothing could be done.

Wipe away the brilliant colors.

In fact, in the past few days, it was confirmed that Ye Lin could still react normally, but the reason why no one used it secretly was because when he saw Ye Lin's colorful face, he immediately lost his interest and just wanted to laugh.

Originally he was lying upright like a corpse, unable to move, and now his face is stained. Why should he be used with a pillow over his head? He might as well grind tofu.

"I slept for about half a month. Under the influence of the magic of the Tower of Despair, it was okay not to eat or drink. When I woke up, I unexpectedly lost two pounds."

There was no one around, and while Aizela was gently wiping his body, she was chatting about some trivial things, losing weight, which was the top priority that most girls talked about.

Including Siatt, Mo Mei, and even Xiao Su, Yimi Wu... From childhood to childhood, Yujie Loli, whether she is really fat or fake, has been clamoring to lose weight.

Especially for Sai Fu Po, who has been chanting the slogan of losing weight for several years, but her figure is becoming more and more plump and plump.

It doesn't matter if Sophie and Mailu don't shout, the fat and flesh will grow where they should anyway.

Aizela put down the towel, played with his limbs with a pair of warm and comfortable hands, started moving, and supported his "corpse" to do a few sit-ups.

She heard that Ye Lin was "dead" now, no different from a vegetative state, so she was worried that his muscles and bones would quickly lose activity and become rigid because he had no soul.

Doing some physical exercises can help maintain a healthy state.

A big man's weight is quite substantial. Captain Azera is gentle and delicate, and it would be quite tiring for him alone.

Just when Aizela sat down and was about to rest for a while, his eyes suddenly froze, and then he quickly covered him with the quilt, and a touch of rosiness appeared on his pretty face.

Unexpectedly, his body was partially rigidified!

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