"Whoo!" Suddenly, Xiao Ze suddenly opened his eyes and his heart beat violently. The sick suit was soaked with frightened sweat.

"grass, that's the image!" Xiao Ze scolded. When he was in the second year of senior high school, he was hit by a shooting star. In the moment of his coma, it seemed that there was a dark and cold picture in his mind, but the picture passed out in a flash, and Xiao Ze didn't see it clearly. Just now in the dream, Xiao Ze clearly felt that it was the image. That is, from this time on, I have a mysterious black-and-white birthmark, which is becoming stronger...