Seeing that the two rows were moving up and down, ready to eat their metal components at any time, getting closer and bigger, Xin Wu felt the "dangerous" breath, and his calm mind was just now, and instinctively wanted to avoid it.

It's about to slide in!

Xin Wu struggled desperately, reaching horizontally anything he could reach, moving his body beyond the width of this "assembly line".

A tingling feeling was transmitted from the elbows and ankles. Xin Wu knew that the skin was rubbed by intense movements, and blood flowed out, flowing downstream along the production line, forming strange-shaped patterns, like blood-red cactus growing out of spikes, dyeing murderous aura towards the bottom.

His efforts were not wasted. Finally, in the last second before the metal cutting knife that was cut up and down, he successfully reversed the downward trend. He used the three-point fixing method to make his body tightly stuck at the edge and no longer slide with the decline.

While Xin Wu was trying to explore further out and wanted to completely get rid of this terrible production line, he felt someone grabbing his arm, and he lifted it up. In the sky was a huge space where soft cloth was hung with hanging on it. He was lifted up, and his whole body was wiped clean while wandering and shuttled.

Xin Wu wanted to struggle, but he couldn't get it away at all. He saw the hand that tightly clamped his arm, like the hand of a middle-aged man, very firm and powerful.

"Who are you? Where are you going to take me? Where is this?"

Xin Wu kept asking questions while he was rising passively.

The other party said nothing. In addition to seeing the cuffs as black fabric with sleeves and closed mouths, there were endless variety of fabrics of various colors that seemed to be coming to his face, either hard or soft, which brought different strengths of "stroking" to his face.

The legs seemed useless, and the strength of the whole body was carried by the arm and rose upwards.

Xin Wu felt strange that the gravity here seemed to be abnormal, and he did not feel that his body had sunk and weight. The more he rose, the more relaxed he felt, as if the gravity was constantly being reduced; and it was as if the feeling of ease that the lifting force from the big hand gradually failed, and became just gently trapped, without completely letting go.

“Have you arrived?”

Xin Wu's hand began to feel freely loose in the ring, so he wanted to hold it back in the reverse direction, and asked questions constantly.

However, the hand could not be held back. When he wanted to turn his wrist and turn his wrist to shake his big hand, the big hand suddenly disappeared.

Without the pull of this big hand, the movement that had been rising up stopped, and Xin Wu's body began to float in the middle, this place that was neither up nor up.

These cloths, which were just layered, suddenly shaking violently together, as if they were blown by a powerful force, and each side was blown into almost a straight line.

These countless straight lines, colors and qualities, form a group of hard lines that look down from bottom to bottom, with countless hard lines brushed in the same direction, separated by a uniform space, like those broken glass windows in medieval Europe, each gap is reconciled into a special color block, complex, bright, orderly in chaos, exuding a unique visual beauty.

Xin Wu tried to step on several of the "intersecting straight lines groups" formed by the intersection of straight lines. These fabrics were not deformed by stepping and could completely support his body.

Xin Wu squatted down and touched the cloth heads that were shaking violently with his hands. When he touched the "patterned" pattern, all these colorful cloth curtains lost their color and became transparent!

Moreover, these "cloth"-like textures have also changed into ice-like materials, and pieces have re-formed the appearance of countless snowflakes.

The nameless "wind" turned these "ice curtains" into the thickness of snowflakes, turning them into crystal clear snowflakes.

As soon as the snowflakes opened, a coolness came from Xin Wu's feet, freezing all the broken and bleeding spots of the skin that had just been scratched by the scratch. With blood clots, no blood seeped out.

Gently, these snowflakes entrusted Xin Wu to send him away, floating, floating, floating, and when the floating clouds below disperse, Xin Wu saw that there was a small town covered with ice and snow below.

Soon, the snowflakes' formation group sent Xin Wu steadily and safely to the ground.

"Land" to such a small town. For Xin Wu, who just saw the whole picture of the town from the above perspective, he knew very well that he was "placed" and was located in the southeast corner of the town. Quan and he drew a map for this town in his mind according to the earth practice of "up to north and south, left west and right east":

He remembered it very clearly: this town looks a bit like the Antarctic on Earth, and it is also a shape similar to the head of a "Mickey Mouse". In this southeast corner, the middle of the depression between the two round ears of the head of this "Mickey Mouse" is the midpoint.

The surroundings are covered with white snow fields, and all the buildings form the shape of this huge "Mickey Mouse" head.

He saw that the tallest building in the town was located on the center line of the eyes of "Mickey Mouse". He walked over from the "landing" point and expected to take about 30 kilometers.

It was very cold. Xin Wu saw his bare feet and could hardly stay in this "ice and snow".

"I need a pair of shoes!"

Xinwu began to look around, looking for something that could serve as shoes.

Just as he was jumping, shrank his whole body, and tiptoed towards the center of the town, he found a little thing that was also "tearing" and following his pace "step by step".

This thing is behind him; he can hear the movement.

But whenever he turned around, the "little thing" disappeared.

Turn around and walk back, and you can hear it again; turn around and disappear again, as if you are playing hide-and-seek with him.

"Hmm? I don't believe it anymore, I can't see you!"

He took two steps and turned around suddenly——it was gone;

Take two more steps, turn around suddenly—and still can’t see it;

After taking a few more steps, he suddenly turned his head—it was still empty, and only two lines of deep and shallow footprints of his own were left on the snow.

After struggling for a few times, Xin Wu was not convinced, so he made up his mind that he would have an unexpected attack!

He first pretended to walk, and he was moving very slowly. Then, he suddenly leaned over and buried his head between his legs, turned up and down, and looked back...


Chapter completed!