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Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a wry smile: "You really know everything." ”

Qiming shrugged his shoulders and did not answer, and the two fell into an awkward silence until ......

"Just now, it consumed a lot, right?" Zhang Heng asked.

"And then!" Before Qiming could reply, he threw over a small blue medicine bottle.

Qiming took it, put it in his hand and looked at it.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the cap and took a sip.

He is not afraid of the material inside, he is now in someone else's territory, and the other party has a hundred ways to kill him, there is no need to use such a 1o method.

As soon as he drank it, Qiming felt a sense of relief from the inside out permeate his whole body.

"A potion to restore mental power, the main god sells a B-level side plot, 5ooo points reward points. "Zhang Heng" explained.

"No wonder. "Qiming said secretly. He is the spiritual power controller, and he also knows a lot about the props that can restore mental power in the main god space, but he has never seen the one he just drunk.

However, as soon as Zhang Heng explained, he understood that such a high price was only used to restore spiritual power, and no matter how many reward points he had, he would not spend it like this.

The effect of the potion was long-lasting, and Qiming felt that his spirit was like a sponge soaked in water, gradually becoming fuller.

After a moment, he exhaled heavily.

Comfortable......

Looking at the empty bottle in his hand, it was no wonder that the main god sold it so expensive, and it was the first time he had seen it with such a good effect of spiritual power recovery elixir.

After thinking for a moment in his heart, Qiming looked at "Zhang Heng" and asked, "Excuse me, Lord Author, what are you doing?"

Glancing at Qiming deeply, "Zhang Heng" asked, "Author, do you really think that I am the author?"

Qiming's heart moved, but without waiting for him to say anything, "Zhang Heng" said: "My ability is to let the world I write derive on its own, and the stories derived from it are not under my control......"

"But it's ...... feeling to see the world I've created growing fuller and fuller day by day."

Zhang Heng's eyes showed a look of intoxication, "To be honest, it's as fascinating as drugs......"

"For a long time, I thought that this world was created by me, and I was the creator god of this world, until one day I ......"

Zhang Heng smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm now, I'm just a mouthpiece." ”

......

In a spacious conference room, Carlos, Claire, and Alice sat in the corner, speechless.

In the original plot of "Resident Evil 3", a group of survivors led by Carlos and Claire gathered around a circular conference table, sitting or lying, bored.

Among these survivors were many men and women, as well as teenagers and children. Due to the large number of people, the originally large conference table was extremely crowded.

However, despite the large number of people, the room was extremely quiet, and everyone did not speak, and everyone was waiting for the three people in the corner to discuss the result.

However, the three of them had stopped discussing for a while.

I don't know what Alice said to them, Carlos and Claire both had incredible looks in their eyes.

At the conference table, seeing that the three of them were just sitting there for a long time without speaking, a black man in the team couldn't help but stand up, walked up to the three of them, and asked, "Hey, I said, what are you discussing? That Qiming is really that important, what is he ...... Oh yes, I remembered!"

1.J. pats his head and says, "I remember! We spent some time with them before we escaped from Raccoon City, and then they seemed to be ...... Only...... Oh yes! Oh my God! I remembered! Looks like that guy and the rest of them are like Corleone, the ones who are capable?"

Carlos glanced at him, then cast an inquiring look at Alice, who nodded.

Carlos then looked up at the black man and said, "1.J. Do you remember what happened when we were about to escape from Raccoon City?"

Black man 1.J. pulled a chair and sat down next to the three of them, and then said exaggeratedly: "Hey, of course I remember! How could I forget? I still shudder when I think about that earth-shattering scene, and if it weren't for Alice, we wouldn't have escaped!"

Carlos nodded and continued, "Then do you know how that earth-shattering scene came about?"

1.J. wondered, "Are you supposed to tell him that his gang was responsible for everything at that time? Could it be that they were terrorists who detonated a nuclear bomb?"

"yes. Carlos nodded, glanced at Alice, and said, "They were indeed responsible for that scene." ”

"But not with nuclear bombs, but with their own hands. ”

"I know!" 1.j. cursed in a cynical tone peculiar to blacks, "those guys are a bunch of lunatics!"

Immediately afterward, 1.J. seems to come to his senses, with a hellish expression, and looks at Carlos, then at Alice and Claire.

"Wait!? What do you mean by 'hands'?"

The team led by Carlos and Claire was rescued by the Reincarnation Alliance led by Corleone, and as one of the survivors, 1.j. has also seen Corleone and others use their abilities. Carlos's emphatic explanation immediately reminded him of this direction.

1.J. said incredulously, "You're saying that everything in Raccoon City is caused by their 'abilities'?"

"To be precise, the damage they caused when they fought with another group. Alice began.

"Holy!" 1.J. stood up in shock.

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