hesmallpiecetoknockoutasharpsomegap，thewindismoreandmorebig，Ifrozenshiveringintoaball，tremblinghandsI'llputtherat'sheadcutoff.
Underthemousewascompletelydead，IlistentogreenMAOdisgruntledgrunted，butdidnotinterferewithme，maynotagreewithmyway.
Iusedthesharpheadalsocutawaythemouse'stail，greengrumblesbigMAO，thetailtastedelicious，thenfromnecktotailcutintheformofsurgery，thisstoneisquitesharp，nottryingtojustopenedthisbigmouseabdominalcavity.
Thismouseisreallyverybig，Ihandinthevisceragrabbedit，andpulloutwardtoabdominalcavityitemptied，thehandsareallthebloodofit，Iputitintestinesvisceraarethereinthefirst，wipedmyhandinthebody，abuttsittingontheground，thensoulfaintlightgas，withahandle，shellsurgerytoseparatebigmouseskin，atthecostoftwowoundsonyourfingers，thisonlybigmicehasbeensuccessfullyclearedout.
MidwayqingMAOexpresseddissatisfactionwithmethiskindofpracticeformanytimes，butstillletmyselfdetermineshowtoeat.
AsideImuster，willbeinthehandsofknives，thebodyhasnofoodtogenerateheat，thewetclothesisvastinthewindhasbeenoneofthefewbodytemperature，Iglancedatgreenhair，sheisfromtheviewofencouragingtocheermeon，Iclosedmyeyes...
Ibitedown...
Live，havetolive...
Lifeisprecious，andalsoisnowIcherishthemost，andfood...
Allmytearsout，butthrewonthebackofthethroatofthemeat，andswallowedin!
Althoughjustalmosteathismentalbreakdown，butabigmouseintothebelly，suddenlythebodyiswarm，themousedirectlytoeat，dozenhic...
QingMAO，youaremypeople，Iamgratefultoherandsaid，nowIwanttogotomyfamily，butthenightcangotoyoutherethenightbeforedawn，yousee，Ishakeshakestilldrippingwithwaterclothes，Ihavetofindaplacetokeepwarm.
Lookedatmywetclothes，bluehairseemedtounderstand，shejumpedbackinfrontofmegaveacry，Iambusytoatrotbegantofollowher，bellyhadthingandalsotohavethestrength，thebackboneofroyalQiGansignificantlymoresignificantlythanusual.
Bellysomethingplusabodymovement，wasalittlehot，blueMAOsawmyspeedasifwanttoandIthanalsopickedupspeed，andsheisfourlimbsrunningspeedismuchfasterthantwolegs，andsheisfamiliarwiththeenvironmentheresoonIwasfarbehindTheTimes.
GreenhairslowlyIjusthadameal，yourunsofastgetappendicitis，qingMAOalthoughcouldn'tunderstandmywordsbutsheknowsshewon，shesquintingsquattedinfrontwaitingforme.
Irantothelungarequickfry，exhaledgasped，qingMAOseemyproximityturnedandranforward，bluehair...
Okthisroadwithoutthewoodsandmuddyroad，Ialmostwentstumblingbehindheralmostanhour.
Canbebacktomygasisnotskilled，ifisjumpingorbackpowerIcancontrol，butitseemsthatthegascan'tbeusedforendurance，becausejustafterthemeetingIfeltlostmomentum，itslowly，likebeusedup，butIusethestrengthtorunaafterthemeeting，itisslowlyonthegaspointandrecovered.
Butwiththehabitofslowly，Ifoundthatitcanconsumemoreandlongtime，havecompletelydisappearedinthevalleyofthemoonabove，thedarkvalleyendogenouswindblowinglikethewildanimals，istoseriouslypeopleisironriceissteel，alongtheway，althoughtiredbutlessanxietyinhisheart，findmomtheyevenhaven'tfindfood，suchasagreenhaironkiddopassbookandfire，andIgivethembakethemeattoeatallyouareontherightway.
Suddenlystopped，qingMAOthroatthreateningvoice，Iranafewstepscametoherside，infrontofthedarkcan'tseeapieceofwhat，soulgashaloonlyrevelationinfrontofadistance，butisnottotallydark，vieworcanfeelaround，soulairaroundasiffeelingisoutspread，althoughcan'tsee，butthesoulcanreturninformationforyourself(howdoyoulikethebats，butthesoulisnotasstrongasultrasonicsignal)
QingMAO'seyesliketwogoldenlanterninthedarkness，andinherinfrontofthedarkness，toclearlyinformedaboutthesoundofthecable，qingMAObodyvislow，Istoodbesideheroutmoresoulgastofourweeks，didn'tseeanythingontheground，wherethevoicecame.
IseegreenMAO'seyesstaringattheground，what'swrongwithgreenhair?
Shedidnotrespondtome，stillstaringatthegroundstate，Itrytosoulclosetotheground，suddenlymindinductiontothegroundbelowisadon'tknowisawormorsnakemonster，Icouldfeelhowlongitis，butinmymindit'sheadisverybig，headhasamassofthingslikehair，hairbelowtherearealotofthingslikeeyes，itiscarriedheadstareatusfrombelow.
Butitsheadinundergroundinfrontofus!
Ipullupgreenhairfallsback，greenMAOstrugglingrefusedtomove，sheshouldbecanfeelthethreatfromunderground，butshecouldnotknowthatwhatisbelow，andcertainlydon'tknowisamonster，Ievenhaveasuspicionthatthisisrealityordream，howcanhavesoterriblethings!
Meisnotcold，theadrenalinesurge，IpullthegreenMAOtoretreattofast，greenhairwhileIpullhertoreacharoundmysoul，shewasexposedtosuddenlyparticularly，synchronization，andIquicklybacktoevacuate，theunderground，howcanhavesuchabigthing，theearthworm?
Howisitinthegroundthemarching?
Webothshouttakebreathraninthenight，Idon'tseeanything，anywayjustfollowedher，shedidn'tturnsohasbeenrunningforward，Ifeelthelegisalittlesoft，ifitweren'tforatetheonly...
Runaresweatingallover，don'tfeelcolddidnotknowhowlongtheran，reallycan'trun，greenhair...
InthedarkIhearheavybreathing，greenMAOalsomakeherforearmswereadmittedtolookbackatme，hesitatedfinallycomebacktome，Ipattedherhead，goodgirlishandoutspirit，doyouknowwhatisthat?
，ofcourse，Ididn'texpecthertoanswerme，asIstraightupatthatmoment，IclearlyfeelIandqingMAO，undergroundintheedgeofadon'tknowhowoldtheabyss，IandgreenMAOstoodabovetheabyss，Idon'tseewhatyoucan，likeinthesenseofspace，asifthegroundbecametransparent，Icanclearlyseethefollowingsituation.
Abottomlessabyssundertheirfeet，greenMAOhasnoknowledgeofthelimbsonthegroundcompletely，Ihaveneverbeensoclosetothefeelingsofthedeep，seeitinthemomentoftimeisslow，everythingonthegroundasifdoesnotexist，theabyssislikeabeasttoengulftheworld，it'stoobig!
Bottomlesssuchwordstodescribethedepths，likeaneedleshedescribespeaks，suddenlyalmostcan'tbreathe，asifonlyalayerofthinfilmunderyourfeet，standinginthedeephereislikeagrainofdust，can'tcontrolwanttoletyourbodyfallintotheabyss.
Consciousnessseemstohavestoppedthecannotthink，greenhairisherebutasifinacornerofthesky，Icouldnotsayaword，thefeetstepalldarenotmove，atthefootofthegroundasifmoreandmorethin，likeicemeltingisprobableatanymoment，andtheonlycandependonisyourselfalayeroftransparentgroundmaydisappearatanytime.
IwanttoandgreenMAOsaysomething，infactitseemstomethatgreenMAOcannolongerseeme，butshedidn'tseemtocareabout，iswhatweareonthegroundatease，Idon'tknowwhattodo，thisdeepbigcan'tseethemarginal，Ialsodon'tknowwheretogo!
Ifthefall?
Asthegroundbegantobecomesoft，abitlikesteppingonthetransparentballoons，shortlyaftertheballoonoutofgas，hebeganslowlyindown，andthenwrappedupslowly，Ihandtocatcharoundbutfeelcouldn'ttouchanything，onlyalayeroftherubberfeetthatsametransparentmaterialtosupportthebody.
Andmylineofsightalreadyonthegroundbelow，Icanalsoseegreenhaironmyhead，shewaslickingthearm，Igotogreatlengthstoreleasethesoultoattractherattention，butthereisnoresponseinthebody，thenunderhisleftfoot，hislostsupportonefoot，body，Iinvaintocatch，butonlyaroundtheendlessabyss...
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