After being played by Sun Suhe several times, Zhuang Fengyu finally made up his mind not to say a word again. She was like a statue without speaking, not moving, not even blinking her eyes, in this chaotic world, she stared at Sun Suhe so viciously.

Sun Suhe had no choice but to continue to fight against the upside-down confusion of time and space alone. He calmed down and re-entered his mental space.

The confusion of time and space not only does not disappear in the mental space, but more strongly and intuitively impacts the entire space.

All kinds of extreme weather appeared in the mental space one after another, Sun Suhe casually glanced at it, and saw the heavy rain and thunder roaring not far ahead, and on the left were several huge tornadoes that penetrated the sky and the earth were threatening each other, and where he was standing, a round of the big sun that occupied most of the field of vision was endlessly releasing scorching heat, almost evaporating people on the spot.

The dense forest that grew backwards in the sky had long since withered, and the small courtyard that was the same as the old home had fallen apart and plunged into a deep ravine. The most conspicuous thing between heaven and earth is a thick chain, one ring after another, composed of countless constantly beating numbers, connected to each other, extending from the depths of the earth to the infinite sky.

Sun Suhe can probably guess what these images mean, the chain is needless to say that it is Zhuang Fengyu's "Slush Feihong", the dense forest growing upside down in the sky is inherited from Alice's intuition for magic, and the small courtyard of his hometown is the starting point of his memory, and it is also the place where he has lived for the longest time, representing a sense of security and belonging, so the first thing he usually sees when he enters the mental image space is the old ordinary courtyard.

As for all kinds of extreme weather, torn skies, crumbling earth, raging seas...... These are the confusions and torments that I am experiencing, confronting, and stepping on step by step.

Sun Suhe looked up at the scorching sun that seemed to be within reach, the blazing white light could blind his eyes at any time, the terrifying heat frantically squeezed the water on his body, and his whole body was shrouded in steaming water, but his eyes were still bright.

Sun Suhe knew that as long as he kept his inner clarity, nothing could hurt him in this mental image space. But once the slightest wavering, it will immediately be swallowed up by this upside-down illusion, and the end will be a mental collapse, and there will be no recovery. Brother Mao is still the same, without any intention of interfering, he doesn't know where to hide, and he can't sleep more than arrogantly.

Sun Suhe smiled slightly, and just chatted with Zhuang Fengyu outside, which made him feel a lot more relaxed, but then he had to start this bad journey again. He collected his mood and continued to wander alone on the cracked earth.

One step, two steps...... Sun Suhe has walked far, far away, he doesn't know when it will be the end, maybe there will never be an end, but this is an opportunity, he has to keep going until he sees that person, he sees that self.

Sun Suhe walked on the dry land, and he saw that the zigzag ravines seemed to form words and symbols, spreading an incomparably huge article on the ground.

Sun Suhe trudged through the deep sea, and he saw the ceramic noodle bowl the size of a boat rising and falling, and the yellow croaker of the simmered noodles writhing in the noodle soup and writhing its fat belly exposing bone spurs.

Sun Suhe walked forward in the storm, he saw the back of the fireworks, saw the glass-colored blood, and saw the bloody killing of the sword and sword.

......

Sun Suhe has passed through one extreme danger after another, and has seen the bits and pieces of his life, including joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, his proud pride, and the ugliness he does not want to face.

Sun Suhe stepped onto the high cliff hanging in the air, the cold wind roared endlessly, and as far as the eye could see, there was unfathomable darkness below, only the misty white mist drifted thinly under the cliff.

Sun Suhe stopped, stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, he looked into the distance facing the wind, smiled at a void and shouted, "Don't get out yet?"

"I've always been by your side, you turned a blind eye to yourself, and now you blame me?" A familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded behind Sun Suhe.

Sun Suhe turned around and saw the identical self. The moment the two of them looked at each other, everything in the entire mental image space suddenly stopped. A wonderful sense of satisfaction filled my heart, a familiar feeling that made a vague memory suddenly clear.

"I've seen you. Sun Suhe said.

"Of course I've seen it, in the swamp of resentment, it was you, a guy who was in a hurry to die, who helped me wipe away the filth, but that time was a flash of inspiration at the moment of life and death, you can't remember it clearly. ”

Sun Suhe smiled confidently, "I remember." And I will never forget it again. ”

"Why are you coming to me?"

Sun Suhe looked at the other self in the eyes and said in an unquestionable tone, "Bring the sword." ”

"Sword, what sword do you want?" Another Sun Su waved his hand, and the entire cliff was suddenly densely filled with countless swords. There are long swords, there are short swords, there are sharp swords, there are blunt swords, there are rough sword embryos, and there are swords decorated with jade and gold...... All the swords that Sun Suhe could imagine appeared on the cliff.

The other Sun Suhe casually pulled out a wooden sword on the ground, swung it a few times randomly, then inserted it back into its place, and took another sword to play with.

He slashed lightly with the sword, and the wooden sword was instantly broken in two.

"The sword is strong. ”

As he spoke, he drew a silky sword from the rock wall behind him, dancing like a whip.

"The sword is soft. ”

Draw the sword, change the sword, draw the sword, change the sword...... The other Sun Suhe was constantly playing with all kinds of swords.

"The sword can be magnificent. ”

"The sword can be used in a different way. ”

......

He moved his sword, said his sword, and talked eloquently, and finally all the swords on the cliff asked in unison with him:

"What sword do you want?"

Sun Suhe replied categorically without thinking: "I only need my sword." ”

The other Sun Suhe was silent for a long time, "You are too sharp." ”

"So what, why don't you want to give it to me?" asked Sun Suhe.

The other party let out a long sigh, "You usually use rational to almost indecisive thinking and rich to the emotions of some mothers-in-law as the main axis, and use it as a sheath to hide the edge......"

"Wait a minute, why don't I think it's a good thing to say?"

"I wasn't praising you in the first place, don't you know your own problems?"

"Hey, hey. Sun Suhe smiled awkwardly, "You continued." ”