Han Feng was angry, and planned to split the magnifying glass. However, it may be because it is well fixed and the magnifying glass is not loose. On the contrary, Han Feng was annoyed, and his palm swept across the thin aluminum alloy window lattice, and a trace of blood suddenly gushed out, invading the frame and mirror, and even the handle of the magnifying glass was stained.

"Holy! People are moldy, pickled girls are all shemales! I'm! Han Feng was angry, and he was not in the line of fire with minor injuries, and he was determined to pay for his blood debts. I took off the magnifying glass by all means, and threw it out of the window with all my strength in a standard posture of throwing a grenade!

"Dang!"

"Ouch! Depend on!!! ”

Han Feng children's shoes hated the cold window lattice with endless resentment, and was gorgeously stunned by his own small magnifying glass, and fell into a "big" word on the ground......

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At this moment, the invisible moonlight poured like mercury, through the window, straight to the ground.

The magnifying glass gradually glowed a faint green in the moonlight. When it became intense, it was as green as a peerless jade. Slowly, a touch of bright red came out of the green light, which was actually the blood left on it. The red light is getting stronger, and Han Feng's blood is also flowing slowly, and when the magnifying glass is dyed red as a whole, the room is already full of red light.

The blood had stopped, but the red glow was still there. If you look closely, even Han Feng's body is glowing red, and the light often flashes sharply......

Finally, as soon as the hour passed, the red light quickly dimmed. In addition to the moonlight, the room is still like water, and the cool breeze is gradual, and there is no weirdness at all.

…………

Han Feng had a dream.

The old man who died during the day took a magnifying glass and smashed his head desperately...... It hurts...... The head smashed open, and the old man grabbed the boss with a handful of chili noodles and sprinkled them into his head, unable to struggle! What does that taste like...... 555555555555, why is Lao Tzu so unlucky?!

The old man slowly sprinkled the chili noodles, clapped his hands, and Shi Shiran left.

Han Feng still has a splitting headache, and he always feels that there is something more in his head, is it chili noodles? Lao Tzu never eats boiled fish again!

Han Feng, who woke up in pain, was blinded by the sunlight as soon as he opened his eyes, and when his conditioned reflex died, he immediately reached out and touched his head. Fortunately, it was very round and very complete, and there was no sign of being opened, it seemed that it was just a dream.

The magnifying glass of sin was still beside him, clean and clean, without a trace of blood, as if last night's qiē was a dream.

Are you sure? Well, now that my head doesn't hurt and there are no scars on my hands, it must have been a dream! Han Feng can only think like this.

But I still feel that I have something extra in my head, weird......

Han Feng shook his head like a dog, and when he found his mobile phone, he found that the battery was out, which made Han Feng, who had planned to call Liu Shuai and the thief, very unhappy. Charge it up and see if there's anything to eat – fortunately, I took the last 300 oceans at ICBC yesterday and won't starve to death for the time being.

After two bags of chicken feet and two bottles of beer, Han Feng lay down with a full burp. It's so cool to not go to work! Wowha!

This guy smiled wickedly, and turned on his mobile phone while touching his stomach - Liu Shuai, where to run?!

Liu Shuai in the office just sneezed a few times and didn't find the reason, and the crazy brother's phone chased him to the door! In a word:

"If you don't bring some good food and drink to my house at night, you will die in the future! I'll go to your mom right away and file a complaint! ”

After threatening Liu Shuai Xiao Zhengtai, Han Feng opened the phone book and began to harass like carpet bombing: "Hey~~~ Xiaoli, I'm Liu Shuai......" The ending is always a sentence "Crazy people die!" ”

Throwing away the phone, he rolled the sheets a few times alone, and when he was bored, Han Feng aimed at the magnifying glass on the ground.

Well? My head seems to hurt a little again. Could it be that this bad luck is still haunting him?

No way! Han Feng jumped out of bed, grabbed the magnifying glass and prepared to throw it again. 0.01 seconds later, I remembered last night's "dream" past - forget it, it's not safe! Let's break it!

It's a pity that after exhausting all his strength, Han Feng was still defeated. This little thing, the mirror is only the size of a compass, and the handle is as long as a lighter, why can't the master handle it?

The crazy brother fell into a deep depression......

Have you ever seen a puppy and a hedgehog flirting with each other......

Half a minute later, Han Feng grabbed the source of the evil again—uh, a magnifying glass. He grinned and looked at it viciously.

Of course, the frame is still round, but it seems to be a little uneven, and it doesn't seem to be made of plastic, and there is a faint metallic luster.

I can't tell if it's cyan or brown, and the mirror doesn't look like glass, but the light transmission is good. Han Feng suddenly discovered: the mirror surface is actually flat. In other words, it's not a magnifying glass at all! It seems that my brother has been fooled!

The "liar" old man was already dead, and the crazy brother who didn't know where to compare his middle finger had to grit his teeth and continue to look.

The handle of the magnifying glass is the same as the frame, but it also looks a little rough, but the end of the handle seems to have a word engraved on both sides. It seems to be a seal body, anyway, Han Feng doesn't know it.

In short, this is a copycat glass mirror with rough workmanship and shoddy mirror finish!

This is Han Feng's final summary.

The crazy brother fell into a deep depression again......

Shouldn't you carve the word "mold" on your own brain?!

Just when Han Feng was thinking about what font to use to engrave on the door of his head, even he didn't notice it, and unconsciously, the thumb and index finger of the right hand holding the "cottage magnifying glass" had already pinched a seal at the end of the handle, and unconsciously rubbed it. The left hand was placed on the frame, as if feeling the uneven lines, so the crazy brother urged sadly......

The two seal characters were firmly sucked into the thumb and index finger of the right hand as if they were discharged. Due to the structure of the human body, Han Feng's fingers naturally tightened, and he couldn't let go of the handle. The convulsions like electric shock were transmitted directly to his left hand, and he began to rub the lines on it according to a strange movement......

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I don't know how long it took, Han Feng suddenly saw himself with a frightened face. "He" was sitting on the edge of the bed, silent, like a wax figure.

In an instant, a suction force came, passing through the godless pupils, and the crazy brother flew into his brain "personally".

It's a gray world. There is no heaven and earth, no sun, moon and stars, but in the vast void, there is a huge white stone tablet.

And Han Feng himself involuntarily came to the stele. His right hand seemed to be holding a hammer, and his left hand seemed to be holding a drill, and he began to chisel on the stone tablet.

With the continuous rubbing of the pattern of the frame of the magnifying glass, the words on the stele were gradually chiseled.

The neat black seal is extremely profound! Just like a skilled stonemason, Han Feng, who has no self-consciousness, chiseled the front and back of the stele with words.

The weird thing is that it's all black ink seal characters that I don't even know any of them!

Just after the last stroke was completed, the stele began to slowly turn black. And those black ink-like seal characters gradually turned yellow, white, and finally turned golden, emitting a golden light, shining in the vast void.

"It's finally done!" As soon as Han Feng regained a little consciousness, he suddenly felt a flash of lightning in front of him, followed by a loud bang, in this chaotic void, like thunder!

…………

Han Feng didn't know how he had retreated from that void.

When he realized that his body was able to move, he still sat on the edge of the bed. He still clutched the small magnifying glass tightly in his hand.

Did you just have another dream?

But when he chiseled the words, the stone tablet, the handwriting, the golden light, and even the thunder and lightning were still in his eyes. It doesn't look like a dream!

What the hell is going on here?