His head was hit by a pebble, and the little monkey bared his teeth at Li Liang.
"What are you eating? Eat," Li Liang made gestures of eating and drinking, "Drink, what do you want to drink."
The little monkey was stunned for a moment, and then ran towards the jungle.
Li Liang didn't have the energy to keep up, so he found a large, flat rock. He took off his half-dry pants and sweatshirt and spread them on the rock.
After thinking about it, the monkey looked like a male, so he took off his boxers.
The moist sea breeze blows on my face, which is a bit cool.
Li Liang looked far into the distance. The sea was boundless, and there was no sign of anyone there.
In the sky, the sun seemed to set very slowly, its position unchanged from before.
Li Liang sat on the stone, stroking the rings on the index and middle fingers of his right hand with his left hand.
There was no other sound except the sound of waves, and Li Liang slowly recalled the experiences that occurred during this period.
From being arrested by the agents, to the southern death row, to the Free Trade Defender, the journey was quite hasty. He was completely pushed forward by fate.
In other words, he had no choice at all.
Under the circumstances, he had no time to think.
For example, Xian.
Obviously, there is a strict hierarchy within Xi'an Company, and his level is extremely high, so high that it has surpassed the "Hall of Valor" and reached the "Panthenic Temple". Just from the name, the level of the Pantheon is much higher than that of the Valhalla. .
In Western mythology, the Hall of Valor represents the warriors chosen by God in the human battlefield. After all, they are still human beings, while the Pantheon of Gods sounds like the kingdom of God.
This level is so high that it cannot even be queried on low-level devices.
This is easy to understand.
In order to maintain secrecy, real executives must not want employees or colleagues to know their information and movements on any device.
What's more, Xi'an's top brass never really showed up to the world.
Even Ling Ye, the sergeant major of Zhenjie Fort, only communicates with similar customer service personnel through remote communication.
Of course, Li Liang also knows that the entire Xi'an management model must be quite complicated to ensure that the "mortals" below can implement the will of the "gods".
Perhaps, faith is a key factor.
On the other hand, what Li Liang told Tam was that his memory, which had been lost for 90 years, was still stuck in his throat.
If this is true, then his involvement with Xi'an must be deeper than imagined.
The moment someone tampered with his memory, where was the younger brother? Where is the family?
There is no reason for him to be alive, but his brother...
Could it be that his younger brother is also related to Xi'an?
Everything was speculation. Li Liang had countless thoughts in his mind, but he always felt that all the speculations seemed incredible.
This is Xian.
The entire human civilization can be said to be Xi'an's private property.
The protagonist owns the whole world. This is a plot that only appeared in Internet novels a thousand years ago. It is too long for Long Aotian. Just thinking about it, Li Liang feels a bit out of place.
Moreover, from the moment you step into the spiritual world.
Xian, and even human civilization... seem to have become a bubble in another world.
spirit.
Li Liang closed his eyes again.
There are only colorful patches in front of me.
It seemed that the ability of the "Heaven Spirit" had failed, and he could no longer see the flow of spirits.
Opening his eyes sluggishly, Li Liang remembered that the strange creature that created illusions in the Chawu Realm vaguely shouted: "Nine Songs Haotian". If he heard correctly, this Haotian might be the same as the Emperor Haotian in Tamu's book. It has something to do with it.
This makes sense, the mysterious emperor is Emperor Haotian?
Emperor Haotian was in Yujing. It sounded like he was far away from the Dark Spirit Sea. How could he come to pay attention to a human like him?
Just because of Tianling?
It would be nice if Tam's book was still there. Li Liang shook his head.
Focus again on the ring and tattoo.
From falling to waking up, what happened in between?
First, he saw the back of "myself", and then... two more things appeared.
No matter how you look at it, there should be some connection.
But Li Liang searched his mind and couldn't remember the functions of rings and tattoos.
And this island.
Absolutely not normal.
However, Li Liang also realized that this abnormality was the most normal.
He couldn't have fallen back to the earth. The air on the earth is now full of dust and radiation. This is not the case at all. This must still be a spiritual world.
So, space is discrete, not continuous?
Allen's words echoed in his mind, and Li Liang suddenly realized.
Maybe there is an exit to this island, but he just can't find the door.
Fate was like a strong hand, pushing him into the whirlpool.
He had always been muddling along and originally just wanted to rescue Messi and return to ordinary life. However, one person after another interacted with him, and one mystery after another surrounded him.
It wasn't until the fog surrounded him that Li Liang discovered that he had never really taken the initiative to understand and take control of the situation.
He was driven step by step to this desperate situation.
Smiling self-deprecatingly, Li Liang thought that if his experience were written into a novel, readers would definitely jump and scold him, and the protagonist would know nothing about it for a long time.
If he could get out... Li Liang took a deep breath, he must figure out the special plot.
But, can you really go out?
Li Liang is quite pessimistic.
Fortunately, Maisay should be safe, the earth, and humans are also safe. Allen and the Smurfs decisively abandoned them and ran away, which is definitely safe. The Royal Nest and the others can only hope for their own blessings, but it is safer than staying with him.
Looking at it this way, if he is sacrificed, thousands of families will be happy.
It turns out this wave is about showing love.
"It's so great," Li Liang smiled bitterly.
Gulu~
There was a cramp in my stomach.
So hungry.
It seems that the place that gave him the ring and tattoo doesn't care.
Li Liang rubbed his belly and looked towards the jungle.
Why hasn’t Wukong returned from alms?
Monkeys are really unreliable.
Just when he was about to go out and explore the forest with his naked body, the bushes shook, and the little monkey ran out, holding a handful of fruits in his arms, and dropped them as he ran.
squeak squeak.
The little monkey was very happy, and Li Liang was equally happy.
Okay, at least I won’t starve to death.
Li Liang was stunned as he took a piece of fruit from his furry little hand.
This thing looks... like an orange in bloom.
Standard spherical shape, orange, smooth surface.
"Where did you find the billiard balls?" Li Liang weighed the balls and asked in confusion.
The little monkey didn't know whether he understood it or not. He squeaked twice, stuffed a fruit into his mouth, and chewed it expressionlessly. The juice gushed out from the chewing, staining the gray down on his chest red.
Li Liang watched blankly as the little monkey ate the third one before he brought the fruit up to his nose and smelled it.
Smells like oranges.
Then he took a bite.
The next moment, Li Liang's facial features were distorted, they were squeezed together, and his whole body was shaking.
acid.
Too sour.
A hundred times more sour than the most sour lemon.
The little monkey spit out the fruit suddenly, his little face was also distorted, but he did not forget to point at Li Liang and laugh loudly, spitting and rolling on the ground.
Too bad.
Waves of sourness exploded in his mouth. Li Liang lost control of his sour expression and could only open one eye.
However, soon, he froze.
The sour taste in his mouth disappeared, and Li Liang still closed one eye, dazed.
The little monkey slowly stopped laughing, tilted his head and looked at Li Liang, then scratched his head, seeming to sense some danger, and slowly backed away.
