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Abandoning one's own advantage of one life and creating a partial advantage of playing more and less. The choice of nothing is a gamble. Once it fails, it may be a good situation to just lose one life. Once it encounters a worse situation, such as two When people meet under the force of time and space, they will be bound by themselves. He won the bet.

The reason for Wuyou to make this judgment is mainly because he has far more control over time than most actors. Even Pu'er himself may not be able to achieve this level. Another reason is because of this. It was in the mirror city, just as the nothing on the transport ship and the nothing in deep space were forcibly separated, the world in the mirror can also have the same effect.

Time is still passing.

As soon as Qian Cang woke up from his sleep, he opened his eyes slightly and found that he was lying halfway on the soft sofa and he was at home. The chill came from all sides and was blocked by the blankets on her body. Even the ankles that were difficult to protect were covered by the residual temperature of the heater. Ahead, a holiday party was playing on the TV, and familiar songs came to his ears. He moved his feet and wanted to sit up, but his lingering sleepiness became heavier.

What are you doing? Nothing to do again.

He shook his head and pulled the blanket with his right hand. By the way, he glanced at his back. Outside the window, heavy snow was flying, occasionally following the cold wind and hitting the window, making a slight collision. The collision sound is not harsh, more like white noise, but helps people sleep peacefully.

Lying in front of the warm heater in the cold winter, the excitement of the appropriate benefits in the TV gave him a sense of satisfaction, symbolizing that the difficult yesterday has passed and the hopeful tomorrow is about to usher in.

Drowsiness is getting worse, and snow, cold wind and windows form an unpleasant lullaby, but this is not deliberately good, but it can make people relax their vigilance.

As soon as Qiancang lay down like this, his slightly opened eyes occasionally glanced at the wall clock above the TV. Time passed every second, and he found that he could feel the passage of time. Some things were drifting past him at a very slow speed. He can catch it as long as he stretches out his hand, but he doesn't care or is interested, because this is a part of nature. No matter what he does, time will continue to go on, but there is a slight delay in the middle.

Now, he has nothing to do, no need to learn from past regrets, and no need to prepare in advance for the coming danger. His heart and God were completely relaxed at this moment, and after closing his eyes, he waited for the fall of sleepiness. He is in a state of "rest".

Before the start of the movie "The End of the Land", Qiancangyi was the only remaining actor who could face the black. Hell movies also made sufficient investments. In terms of offense, Qiancangyi provided passive skills and physical extensions to Qiancangyi. A special item with unlimited vitality in a short period of time, the heart of the sun. In terms of defense, in addition to the dream notes that can be awakened from hallucinations, it is more important to strengthen the rejection of the dead and add new effects:

When the actor dies, the soul will enter a state of "rest" for up to 1 minute. In a state of rest, the actor will be immersed in a dream and will not want to leave. At this time, the "dead" will come to wake the actor. If successfully awakened, the soul will return to the body and consume life force to repair the injury.

This is a limited "resurrection" skill.

Hey, the sound of knocking on the window came from behind, and a shout of "Cang Yi" followed.

Qian Cangyi's eyelids moved, but they didn't open, "What's the matter? You play it by yourself, I don't want to go out now." He mistakenly thought that the people outside the window were here to tell him to go out and play, so he replied in a lazy tone. One sentence.

Outside the window, Hawkeye's waist was straight, and his right hand knocked on the window again.

"You have to think of something else." The fable came from the darkness and stopped by Hawkeye. Then, he patted the glass window with both hands, and then shouted: "Wake up, Cang Yi, you are not dead yet. , Get up quickly!"

Qiancang opened his eyes, but then closed them again.

not dead? Is not this nonsensical?

"Of course I'm not dead, for the big holiday, what are you cursing me for."

He replied, his tone casual.

Outside the window, Fable turned his head to look at Hawkeye, spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

"Time is running out." Hawkeye said.

The fable re-looked into the window, his gaze fell on Qiancang I. The lazy Qiancang in front of him looked like he had never seen before. The Qiancang in his heart was an existence that even his teammates could respond to a sneak attack. "He should Tired?" For a moment, he began to feel distressed for his teammate.

"The fire is burning." The right index finger of the fable pointed to the program on the TV, and the ruthless flame overflowed from the TV screen, igniting the frame.

The out-of-control flame continued to extend along the edge, and in a flash, the whole room was enveloped in flames.

Qiancangyi was still lying halfway on the sofa, breathing smoothly, and did not smell any burnt smell.

Hawkeye clenched his right hand and slammed it against the window. The window remained motionless, not even cracked. This window separates yin and yang and opens the boundaries of life and death.

"Cang Yi." Hawkeye clenched his teeth. He looked at the wall clock burning on the wall. Even in the hot flames, the hands still moved steadily one by one, but the direction had changed and it became a countdown. "There are still people waiting for you, Qian Jiangyue, shadow play and Xiao Zuanfeng, they are still working hard, hold on for a while, and fight again..."

"Hawkeye, we should go." The fable looked back, and the darkness behind it surged like thick fog.

Hawkeye raised his fisted right hand, but did not smash it down again, but slowly loosened it, letting his right hand hang to his side. On the one hand, he knew that it was not useful, on the other hand, he also knew that Qiancang woke up. Later, the face may be more pain.

The bottomless black mist swallowed snowflakes, engulfed eagle eyes and fables, and then clung to the window, seeming to want to get in. In the room, the flame burned to the window. Under the high temperature, cracks appeared on the edge of the glass. As time passed, the cracks continued to extend to the center. After a while, the glass would shatter and black fog would invade the tranquility. s room.

However, no matter how high the temperature of the flame is, the half-lying money bin doesn't feel anything. To be precise, the flames that burn the entire room will even dissipate the chill that occasionally penetrates through the gap.

Above the TV, the countdown is about to end.

Suddenly, Qiancang opened his eyes, and there was no sleep on his face. He woke up not because of what Hawkeye said. In fact, he didn't hear those words at all, and he didn't even leave a word. What really woke him up was that he suddenly remembered something-his home is on the 5th floor. .

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Several thoughts flashed in Xiao Zuanfeng's mind, and he quickly formulated a strategy. He said to Jinggui: "Take Cang Yi and follow me."

Jing Gui frowned slightly and opened his mouth, but he didn't say much. He bent down and picked up the money bin in the pool of blood, and walked to the position of Xiao Zuanfeng.

Xiao Zufeng did not wait, but immediately turned and ran towards the mirror behind him, "I know what you are thinking and what you will say."

Jinggui grinned, as if the conspiracy was about to succeed.

The two came to the next mirrored world. During this period, Wuyou did not attack again.

"Put Cang Yi down." Xiao Zuanfeng said to the mirror ghost behind him, "put it over there." While speaking, he took out a blue and white capsule.

The mirror ghost gently put the money bin down and let it lean against the mirror wall. When it finished this, its body was stained with blood. UU reading www.uukANAnshu.com

Xiao Zuanfeng walked to Qian Cang Yi and squatted down, supported Qian Cang Yi's chin with his left hand, and then put the blue and white capsules in. However, the medicine seemed to be fixed on the tongue and did not move. In order to facilitate the entry of the medicine, he took some blood to use as the medicine water, trying to fool the mechanism of the special props. However, the medicine still could not be delivered.

This is a medicine that can treat serious injuries. It is powerful, but only if it can be taken.

Xiao Zuanfeng took out the medicine, tried to remove the sugar coating on the surface, and directly took out the inner core part. However, before he could do this, the medicine was pinched by the mirror ghost.

"I don't want you to die." Jinggui looked at Xiao Zuifeng's eyes, "Since you can't send it in, you should know what it means. Hell movies won't let you send it, just to avoid waste."

Why didn't Xiao Zuanfeng know this, "Maybe there is a miracle." He replied, but his tone was a little hesitant, and he himself didn't quite believe it.

A heavy inhalation sounded, attracting the eyes of Xiao Zuanfeng and Jinggui. Both of them looked in the direction of the sound at the same time, only Qian Cangyi was slowly raising his head, and the empty eyes were replaced by the light.