(MTL) The Wordless Golden Book of the Last Days

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Chapter 6

Xia Meng's eyes went dark, and then opened his eyes, the whole body was already resting on a high platform made of blue-gray boulders. Beyond the high platform, the sky is white, the vastness is boundless, and there is nothing. Like the nothingness of the beginning of the world, but also the silence of the cessation of the Quartet.

There were a few things on the high platform, but they were all a distance away from her. They were very vague and indistinguishable. She tried to walk towards them, but no matter how hard she tried, she seemed to be stepping in place, unable to move forward half a step.

She was not surprised. Because she has already experienced this in her previous life.

Xia Meng waited. Dressed in red, with bright eyes and white teeth, the little man with porcelain-white skin stood on the high platform. Quiet and peaceful, like a Taoist boy in front of the Buddha, with a calm look, but looking carefully in his eyes, there is a bit of naughty cunning. She stood there, obviously just a small body, but at first glance she felt a little bit upright.

Xia Meng didn't realize how her mood had changed after the torture of the previous life and the experience of rebirth.

She only focused her attention on her eyes. But within a few seconds, a dark shadow appeared.

This black shadow has the shape of a human, and his figure resembles that of Xia Meng. It bowed slightly, then raised its hands, raised its right arm and extended its left arm forward. Xia Meng didn't hesitate, and immediately moved with the shadow. She does what it does.

These movements are quite simple at first, just stretch the arms and legs, bend the waist and so on. Xia Meng did not neglect a single point, carefully following the movements of the shadow, stretching each time, opening and closing the palms, and even whether the toes were tight or not.

However, as the movements gradually became more complicated and the requirements for body flexibility, flexibility and coordination became higher, Xia Meng began to feel strenuous. Crystal beads of sweat gradually ooze from her forehead, sliding down from the snow-white forehead. Her limbs also felt sore, even painful. The pressure and squeezing force in her internal organs from an unknown place made Xia Meng a little bit intolerable, and her persistence seemed to slowly lose, and her whole body seemed to be strong. Exhausted, a mist of water rose in his eyes, and his vision became dim.

Then, Sombra stopped.

Xia Meng still didn't dare to relax and neglect, and followed the black shadow's motion to stop, and then sat down with the black shadow cross-legged. Everything after that, as if by convention, was driven by nature, her arm sank down, and her palms fell on her knees, palms facing the sky. His eyelids were heavily covered, his eyes closed tightly, but his expression was serene.

Xia Meng didn't deliberately watch the black shadow's movements, nor adjusted his posture. She dimly knew that she had entered a state of ghost, everything came from her heart. Especially the position under the chest and abdomen is refreshing and comfortable. Without deliberately driving, it felt like a stream of clear brook, traveling through the body with the meridians, instantly dispelling the intolerable soreness in the body.