"One, two, three, four, five... It really is 12 transparent rings."

　　 Looking at the "worm of time" in his hand, the curly baboon hesitated inexplicably.

　　 The appearance of "The Worm of Time" means that Amon's clone on his body has died.

　　 But none of this makes sense.

　　 Even if Amon let go, there is no need to kill his clone.

　　 He can completely recycle "The Worm of Time".

　　 Remember that Rick Meow will have a headache for most of the day when he dies a "spirit bug", so there is no reason why Amon would be happy because of it.

　　 Unless he is really a shaker...that's another matter.

　　 But this possibility is almost zero.

　　 rubbing his chin, the curly baboon asked in doubt:

　　 "What happened when I fainted? Was it a dream?"

　　 Everything that happened today was too weird, and it made him feel that his brain was not enough for a while.

　　 The self who should have been "out of control" and turned into a monster is still the same now.

　　 Suddenly, he thought of something.

　　 quickly reached out to touch the piece of "witch" in his pocket.

　　 "Papa..."

　　 patted the empty cloak pocket, and the curly baboon showed a look of uncertainty.

　　 That "witch" extraordinary feature is gone!

　　 That is to say, everything before is not a dream or some hallucination!

　　 In other words, did you really "out of control" just now?

　　 "Uh..." He covered his forehead with some pain, Lucid felt the pain in his head like a needle stick.

　　 Did Amon really let him go?

　　Did the evil **** that descended really die? Is there any residual pollution?

　　 Did you really lose control before? If it doesn't get out of control, where does that "witch" extraordinary characteristic go?

　　All kinds of questions bothered him and made him feel like his brain is down.

　　 It seems that I can't remember some of the previous things. When I think about it, my head hurts severely.

"Ugh!"

　　 With a long sigh, the curly baboon gave up thinking.

　　 covered his forehead, his expression was a bit stubborn.

　　 He can feel that his current state is terrible, and he urgently needs adequate rest.

　　 struggled to get up from the cold floor, he only felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

　　 There was even a ghost in his field of vision, which is a very dangerous sign of "out of control" for the transcendent.

　　 pursed his lips, he looked around.

　　 17 Tulip Street, as always, has not changed much.

　　 Mr. Azik was still lying motionless on the table, showing no sign of waking up.

　　 frowned, the curly baboon climbed up to the second floor of No.17 Tulip Street with difficulty, and took a quilt from the room.

　　 It is late autumn, and it is quite cool in Jianhai County.

　　Although Azik is not an ordinary person, he is always sorry to ignore it.

　　 These are my own thighs and a savior, how can I let him just lie on the table in the cold?

　　 If it weren't for being afraid of the "weird" around Azik, he would want to move Azik back to the room, but the "weird" is too horrible. Curly baboons don't have the guts to "try the law".

　　 Forcibly resisting the feeling of dizziness, the curly baboon struggling to lift the quilt far away and put it on Azik.

　　He didn't dare to get too close to Azik, the experience of the evil little tree is still vivid.

　　 "huhuhu..."

　　 After doing this, Lucid sat down on the stairs.

　　 The sky was spinning in his field of vision, making him clenched his teeth.

　　 After a while, he felt a little relieved, so he staggered upstairs and returned to his room.

　　 As soon as the body touched the soft bed, the curly baboon fell into the most peaceful sleep.

　　……

　　 didn't know how long it took before he woke up leisurely.

　　 When he opened his eyes, the dazzling sunlight made him blink.

"Well…"

　　 This should be close to noon, exactly when the sun is most venomous.

　　 Curly-haired baboon only felt sore all over, and it took a long time to squeeze and chirp, and then escaped the terrifying seal technique called "bed" with difficulty.

　　 stretched, and even heard a crisp "click" sound.

　　 patted his face a few times, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 Now he is in a much better state, completely no longer the sluggishness of yesterday.

　　 I adjusted the cloak he was wearing, and frowned slightly.

　　 When he went to sleep last night, he wore a cloak and fell asleep, and now he found that the cloak had been compressed with many folds.

　　 Even the bed was stained a little.

　　 After a few random pats, Lucid wrapped his face and went downstairs.

　　 He has smelled the scent of food, and Mr. Azik is awake when he wants to come.

　　 As expected, when he came downstairs, he saw Azik with a bronze complexion.

　　 Seeing Lucid coming downstairs, he twitched the corner of his mouth and whispered:

　　 "Are you awake?"

　　 Lucid nodded, looking at Azik in front of him, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

　　 The two looked at each other silently, and the atmosphere became a little silent and embarrassed for a while.

　　 On the contrary, Azik took the lead in breaking this somewhat rigid and embarrassing atmosphere:

　　 "I... remember something, UU reading www.uukanshu.com must leave... I want to inquire about it... I have to go."

　　Although he had already foreseen this scene, Lucid was still a little lonely inevitably.

　　 During this short period of time, he has a very good sense of Azik.

　　 What's more, yesterday's sacrifice of life to rescue, even more convinced Lucid.

　　 Without words, he searched and thought about information that could help Azik.

　　, but sadly discovered that the existence of my own prophecy has nothing to do with it.

　　 was silent for a while, then he stumbled a little and said:

　　 "Go to Tingen...maybe you will find something."

　　 Azik was stunned, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a warm smile.

　　 nodded, he handed Lucid a brass whistle:

　　 "Blow it to summon my "messenger", I'm leaving."

　　 There were overlapping color blocks around him, resembling a static "oil painting world", and he waved his hand to Lucid, and Azik walked towards the depths of the superposition of various rich colors.

　　 But in an instant, the "oil painting world" in front of the curly baboon disappeared, leaving only the empty 17 Tulip Street.

　　 There was a steaming breakfast on the table where Azik had lay down last night, obviously for Lucid.

　　 curled his mouth, he felt a little irritable for some reason.

　　 "Ah, maybe I should leave too."

　　 Although many mysteries are still unclear, this does not hinder his next move.

　　 In this chaotic world, it is always right to become stronger.

　　 Looking further north, the curly baboon exhales a long breath.

　　 "Winter-gun, here I am!"