thespaceconsciousness，farmworkers...importbutthepitlikedust.

    Thisarrowcanhavewhateffect，alwaysimpossibletocommitsuicide，itsuddenlyoccurredtomethatisjustmythinking，ratherthanendlessfall，felldeadordyingmaybearelief.

    Scaredmebyyourthisidea，Ialsobeforethissothanklifeandhaveourhumanbody，andatthemoment，butIwanttocommitsuicide!

    AnywayIwillcomeoutfromthedark，mostbebackthereagain，orevenbackinninety，afterhisownawakeningcouldmakehisreturntothelightagain.

    Thiscasereallyisagreatterror，mindhadgoneto，likeyoursubjectIrememberatthetimeofYangplasticcity，peonytoldmethatthosewhodieinthedreamtodielikethis，thosewhodreamresinriver，formeditsownindependentspaceandhowdeepisthisform?

    Butnomatterwhat，aslongasitisdamagingarethinking，yourconsciousnessyoutakenthelifeofthesoul，besuretokeeptheconsciousnessofwaitingforthechance!

    Willeventuallyslipinhisrightfootatthesametime，loy.

    Myhandstightlyholdingthewindbows，waitingtoappearinthesquareblock，atthetimeofthegroundandtestingbefore，orsummonedthesquarepiece，nowitisnotinthepool，thereshouldbenoproblem...

    Don'tcomeout...

    Headofgreenhairinstantlydisappearedintothehorizon，therealitythereIneverskiptheparachute，mainlydarenot，hehasjustabovethepoolintheabsenceofanyprotectivemeasures，jumpedabungeejumping，andnowisunprotectedfallabyss!

    MayonlybeafewsecondsIthoughtconsciousnessbegantofuzzy，thepitisnotIthoughtlikeacliff，falloffthebodywiththewind，keptfallinguntilthebottomfelldead.

    Fallinthepittodeathislikelytobeintheprocessofconsciousness，handsandfeetintheaircan'tfocusonthebowstringdon'topen，keepyourlastbitofconsciousness，andthewindmeshbowechoafterhisreturntothesenseofspace.

    Whenhereturnedtoconsciousnessafterthespace，thereisoneItotallyunexpectedsituation，oneselfinthespaceconsciousnessinweightlessness，fallintheabyssofyourbody，mymindjustlikeinspaceshuttle，inthespaceconsciousnessinweightlessness，Ihavenoexperienceindealingwiththissituation.

    Backandforthinthesightofhisownconsciousnessandbigjiutreesupsidedown，asifhisbodyisashiparefallingintheuniverse，andsoon...

    Fall...

    Justthen，athingsuddenlyhitmeonthechin，besidemeabitingtongue，Ihandascoopputthatthingcaught.

    Turnedouttobethetreebeforethedeadtreeconsciousnessintolongsticks，thislongrodisveryheavy，oneonthebodyisnotlikejustuncontrolledroilingintheair.

    ThekeyisIholditabrake，fromthehandsofasurginggasintothesoulofthebody!

    Thissoulairenterthebodyout
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