After he was hypnotized by Cheng Lao, what he saw was golden, and when Cheng Lao was angry, he was gray.

What the hell is this gray yellow?

Cheng Lao is also here, but why did he let Chen Lightyear in?

"Huh?" he heard Chen Lightyear's astonished voice coming from somewhere gray and yellow, "What's the matter, what about this guy's memory?"

"His memory is gone, how is it possible?" Chen Lightyear seemed to say to himself, a hint of horror in his voice, "Could it be that he has become an idiot?"

Of course, breaking the cocoon did not become an idiot, he only knew that these must be some kind of means used by Cheng Lao.

Chen: Lightyear can't detect the memories of the cocoon, and there is no way to find anything in the cocoon's mind before hypnosis.

He looked at the broken cocoon that was still sleeping, and sneered: "It is worthy of being a great magician, and it really has some means." ”

Seeing his gloomy face, the bald head hurriedly asked, "Uncle, what's wrong, didn't you see the person behind him?"

Chen Lightyear snorted and said, "That person has already done things in his head, knowing that I will hypnotize him, and when I hypnotize this person, the hands and feet that person does will be stimulated, making him an idiot, so that he can't see anything." ”

"It's just that I don't know what that man did to be so powerful. Chen Light-Year let out a breath and stood up, without looking back, his voice getting cold, "Bury him." ”

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The wind, very gentle, did not blow the stretching white clouds.

The clouds did not move, but they tumbled like boiling water, which was very strange.

In the pond, there is dark green water. Dark green, is deep, very deep!

The water is calm and there is not a single ripple in sight. If there are no ripples, it does not mean that there is real peace. The more so, the more I felt the horror of this pond.

The ducks in the pond are still the same ducks, and the ducks paddle back and forth on the dark green water, without making a splash or a ripple.

Hundreds of ducks, swimming silently in the pond, silent, silent. On the shore, there were two people standing in the mist, the same blur.

"How?" said a voice. The sound is good, but as long as you listen to it, it will make people feel cold without emotion.

"Being unintentionally pressured by the people below stimulates the potential in the body. The other replied, "Look at ......."

The cold voice snorted and said, "Since it's already in advance, you can start at any time." ”

"It's just...... He may be a little dangerous, but he is afraid that he will not be able to save his life. ”

"Since it's a chess game, it's a big deal to turn over this game and start over. Hmph, if he can only go this far, it will be providential. The cold voice paused slightly, the voice was even colder, and there was a hint of annoyance, "I can't control the will of heaven." ”

The wind is steep and swift, blowing a pool of autumn water.

Everywhere the wind blows, the water turns into ice.

The ducks in the pool spread their wings and wanted to fly away, but no matter how fast they were, how could they be so fast as the wind?

The ducks have risen or are rising, in a thousand postures, frozen in the pond, like ice sculptures!

The lingering clouds also bubbled and boiled even more.

Only the giant tree remained motionless.

"Providence, of course, cannot be violated. But if the pieces fall too quickly, they may ...... A slight remark. ”

"So what? All the chess pieces are up to me, if you are afraid, you will not fight with the deity, you will admit defeat. In the cold voice, the vague figure turned around and looked at the frozen ducks, "For thousands of years, there have been winners and losers, so why care about whether the chess game is long or short." ”

"But...... But ......" the other one seemed to know how to deal with it.

"Do you want to say that this time the chess piece fell, and the deity won't be martial?" The voice was even colder, like a thousand-year-old cold iron, and he brushed his sleeves and said: "Besides, how do you think they won't protect him once?"

This man looked up at the sky and said coldly: "If the chess pieces die early, what does it matter to me? If they have more branches, and the deity destroys a game of chess, then what's the matter?"

The voice was cold, but with a sense of king, extremely domineering.

"Now that it has been stimulated, no matter how well the pieces are prepared, according to the rules of the game, we can make a move. One by one, stimulate the other dark chess pieces and make a move. ”

"Yes!"

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The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it was raining in the middle of the night. Moderate rain, with cold Siberian air, temperatures plummet.

The rain beats the already crumbling sycamore leaves, and the leaves are like rain. In the dim light of the rain, the streets were once again covered with a thick layer of sycamore leaves, either moving with the rain or being alluvial.

Dense raindrops knocking on the sycamore leaves on the street, making an equally dense "empty" sound, in the dim light, in the night, it looks particularly harsh.

The sound pierced through the rain curtain and through the window into the dark room.

When he woke up, his ears were filled with that strange sound.

He found himself lying on his bed, surrounded by pitch black, except for the dim light that filtered through the glass.

Looking at the familiar shadows and listening to the unique sound of the rain, he knew that he was already at home.

He didn't know how he came back, but he vaguely remembered that he was hypnotized by Chen Lightyear again yesterday afternoon, as if he had seen the bald people beating each other, and he seemed to have dreamed of something again.

These fragments were very fragmented, and he couldn't stick together, as if a part of his memory was missing.

Turn on the lamp next to the bed and nothing has changed in the house.

"Could it be that Cheng Lao sent me back?" Seeing that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes, he reached out and touched his pocket, and the electronic dog was still there.

"It's not me who sent you back, it's they who let you travel back. The electronic dog "ran" out of his pocket, a beam of light shot out of the "dog's mouth", and Cheng Lao appeared next to his bed.

"Bald Head Qiang send me back?" Broken Cocoon was a little confused, he seemed to have a bit of an impression, Chen Lightyear didn't want to let Bald Head Qiang bury himself?How could he send himself back? "Did you cast an illusion on him?"

Cheng Lao said lightly: "You were really stupid by Chen Lightyear? I said that you traveled back!"

"Crossing?" Breaking the cocoon looked at the room that he had been familiar with for a few years, and he hadn't gone to other dynasties or strange places.

"They wanted to bury you, they saved you. Cheng Lao looked confused and a little angry when he saw that he was breaking the cocoon, so he made his words a little clearer.

After such a reminder from the process, I realized that I had broken the cocoon.

The bald head is strong and they want to bury themselves alive, and the "they" above beat them away and "crossed" themselves back, no, this should be considered "teleportation".

"Hey, didn't you say they couldn't come down, weren't we their pawns?" Breaking the cocoon sat up sharply, "how could they save me?"

"You're a pig. The light in the dog's mouth was a little unstable, because of the shaking of the light, Cheng Lao's body was sometimes slightly blurred and sometimes clear, "Have you ever seen a person playing chess? They can let the people below chase you, but they can't let the people below save you?"