Gu Xingmiao has transmigrated, waking up four thousand years later in an era where magic and technology coexist.
The divine system is shattered, and people four thousand years later do not be...
This heart is dangerous!
Gu Xingmiao's sixth sense gave him a very strong warning, but just when he was about to leave the room, the door was locked tightly.
“Tick…”
The sticky liquid fell from the ceiling bit by bit, which brought a great shock to Gu Xingmiao, and most importantly, it was really disgusting.
The liquid was as thick and stringy as saliva.
"What on earth is that?" she couldn't help but ask.
The next second, eyes grew out of those lines, and countless eyes stared at the person on the ground.
The pupils of each pair of eyes are pure black, and the surrounding whites are almost invisible.
Nausea, horror, and vomiting.
After seeing those densely packed eyes, Gu Xingmiao felt his scalp tingling and his body could no longer bear it.
So ugly, so horrible.
If people see these things every day, it's no wonder that people in the future are in a bad mental state. I just glanced at them a few times and I feel a splitting headache.
Even his own physical condition, which was as immune to pollution as a golden finger, could not bear it anymore.
Looking down, I saw that the pollution level that I had finally lowered was rising rapidly!
95%, 96%, 97%...
Gu Xingmiao: "..." Is this going to give people a chance to live?!
So many eyes...
These eyes were staring at him coldly.
Gu Xingmiao's fingers trembled slightly, and she didn't even realize that she had picked up other old things.
It was clearly a brush.
The wolf-hair brush that Gu Xingmiao had used once before in a copy.