Traveled to the world of Kexue

I don't know why he said that.

He suddenly bent down, a dry gagging, gradually yellow-green liquid flowed out of his mouth

, he seemed to have lost his strength, supported the wall on one side, and his standing legs were shaking.

Finally, he fell directly to the ground, gasping for breath.

I began to pity him again, he didn't seem to want to kill me just now, really sorry for him, go back and apologize for my small dried fish.

I walked slowly towards him, wanting to rub him, comfort him, accompany him.

But when I approached him, he jerked back.

"Dirty." His voice was hoarse and a little ugly, but I was a good cat and didn't dislike him.

I don't know what he was talking about or why he hid back, but I walked forward.

He trembled and moved back little by little, dragging two bloodstains on the ground with his palm.

"Dirty." He was still saying that word.

I stopped.

Hmph, dislike me, huh? Keep hiding!

I was angry too, but on second thought, maybe I scratched him, so he was afraid.

So I felt guilty again, and did not dare to approach, so I had to stand there quietly with him.

He seemed sleepy and soon lay down on the ground and slept.

He slept for a long time, for three full days.

He poured something into his mouth and stood up, but he was still trembling and majestic, and he had a little difficulty walking.

He went into that villa and took a shower.

I watched him cut off the rotten flesh from his body with a knife and pour alcohol on it, and his whole body was shaking with pain.

He bandaged all his wounds, put on a clean dress, and dragged his wheelchair outside.

Halfway through, his legs weakened, he almost fell down, and he began to vomit again while holding the wheelchair.

I really don't understand, he obviously didn't eat anything, how can he still spit out those yellow-green juices.

He ended up in a wheelchair and didn't move.

I knew he was running out of strength.

I jumped into his arms.

He didn't rush me, but he was a little hot cat.

Finally, he was found and taken away by a policeman, who said, "Mr. Sinking Valley is worried about you.

He smiled at the policeman and said, "Well, let's go see him then." "

The first time I saw him laugh.

I don't know why he's laughing, obviously he's not happy.

He didn't move along the way, just—I saw his hands trembling uncontrollably, clutching the corners of his clothes.

I heard him whisper, "The valley is busy, can't worry him." His

voice was small, smaller than his usual volume of self-speech.

So, after he saw the man called "Falling Valley", he showed a bright smile.

He said loudly, "I'm back!" "

He looked happy.

He is obviously unhappy, he is obviously very uncomfortable, he is obviously in pain....

He said a bunch of things to those people that I didn't understand.

I'm so tired, and so must he.

We went home.

When he returned home, his smile disappeared, and he collapsed on the bed and shrunk, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

His eyes were wet, he said he was cold, he said he wanted to go home.

But isn't this his home?

He rummaged the medicine out of the drawer, chewed it and swallowed it.

He closed his eyes in bed and seemed to be asleep.

But he was still shaking, muttering "It's so dark... It's so cold..."

I leaned in and burrowed into his arms, the breath coming out of his mouth was hot, how could it be said cold?

I didn't understand, but I got into his arms to warm him.

No one took care of him. He used his shadow-controlling superpowers to carry him into a wheelchair.

I don't know why he didn't let Shadow cook, resting in bed by himself, obviously his hands were shaking, and once he suddenly fell ill while cooking, and even almost overturned the pot. It wasn't until I saw his shadow getting smaller and smaller, returning to normal human size, and he had to get into a wheelchair on his own, and fell to the ground several times, that I learned that his shadow was limited.

He took medicine for a few days and finally got better.

He ran out and didn't come back for days, and I wanted to follow, after all, he scared me last time, but he kept a few days of dried fish and locked me at home.

He came back with a man who looked like him, and he said it was his brother.

He had one more hole in his body than last time - in the heart.

Since the arrival of this man called "Brother", he seems not so unhappy, but his health is getting worse day by day.

He got thinner and thinner, and finally almost lost his skin.

After going out again, he never came back.

I'll just wait in the house.

I would spend every day in my room, watching the sun rise and set, the streets full of people and traffic.

I met a lot of people, but I never saw him again.

It's okay, I'm sure he'll be back.

It's just a pity that I didn't wait.