That ceiling

Liu Zewei didn't hear the sarcasm in Su Yun's words at all. His mind was filled with whirlpools.

Like the bacteria under the microscope, the turbulence in the river visible to the naked eye, and the bright spiral arm of the Galaxy seen through an astronomical telescope, from extremely small to extremely large, they finally converged into the arterial blood he was familiar with.

The current rushed forward, with countless turbulences, and the waves hit the walls of the blood vessel. There were reefs in the sky, and they were the spots that had hardened the blood vessels.

A guide wire, like a dragon Boat, appeared in the small river, facing the reefs, dangerous beaches, turbulent currents ...

Countless numbers appeared in Liu Zewei's mind. Just thinking about it made him feel drunk and dizzy.

"What's wrong with old Liu?" Zheng Ren saw that Liu Zewei's expression was a little strange and asked.