Fang Mu picked them up, pointed to his nose under the gaze of the "red full moon" and murmured: "After losing normal sight and hearing, what we have now lost is the normal sense of perfume... Can you smell the supernatural breath of God?"
when!
Outside the window, a traveling salesman could be heard shouting and banging on a triangle, and the hot sun reflected on Fan Mu's pale, zombie-like face. Fang Mu stared at the three dishes and one soup in front of him with no appetite.
``Eat as much as you can, but don't starve too much.'' A beautiful person entered his parish.
Juan Mu did not move, and his expression did not change. He moved his eyes like a grass carp waiting to be killed in the bathroom. He looked at the stone necklace around An Fan's neck and then returned his gaze to the three people in front of him. As he drank his soup, he said quietly: "Okay, but I don't have much of an appetite today."
After that, he hesitated, took a spoon from the trembling plate of food, took a spoonful of seaweed soup with egg drops, and held his breath as if taking a bitter medicine, taking it into his mouth.
It was as if my entire body was resisting and rejecting these foods from entering my body. After swallowing, Juan Mu’s eyes became red and sullen.
“Glucose, saline… these nutrients alone won’t keep you going for long.” An Fang sighed and sat down next to the square wooden bed.
At the same time, Fang Mu seemed to see his wife An Qin, who was not yet married when he was hospitalized, look at him with worried eyes and say the same thing. "what happened?"
289: Paris and God
Juan Mu slowly nodded and said, "God's law code has been resolved. You don't have to worry about him actively attacking people anymore."
Knowing that Fan Mu still didn't want to talk about the details of his experience in the cave, An Fan sighed a little regretfully, and his voice became cold. Our director.”
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