In the vast fog, a man and a woman, holding hands, in order not to be separated in the looming wreckage of the plane. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

They feel each other's presence only by the body temperature of the tips of their fingers.

They were separated by a fraction of a centimeter, but they did not see each other.

"Is this Illusory Mystery Array very powerful? Seems to be just restricting the field of vision, huh? Pusta felt the soft skin between the holy silver and asked softly, "Is there anything strange?" ”

Shengyin's eyes flashed, and he said, "Of course, this is laid down by the burial thief, but it's good to say, if it is naturally formed, it will not be good!" ”

"It's all the same maze, what's the difference?"

"It's a big difference!" Shengyin said anxiously, "If it is naturally formed, I think we will not be able to get out of it with our own strength alone." ”

"So unconfident, I'll take you out today!"

Saint Silver was speechless for a moment at Pusta.

Although Pusta said confidently, he was a little confused in his heart. Under the effect of his Heavenly Pupil, he could only see things within about five meters, and if he exceeded five meters, his eyes would still be white, and he would have no sense of direction at all.

He pulled the holy silver to shuttle quickly in the fog, fortunately the burial sea had a glance at the Pingchuan, otherwise he would really be trapped in this fog forever.

"Why hasn't this fog cleared yet!" Pusta grumbled.

"You think this maze is very simple, now it's okay, get trapped!" Saint Silver showed no mercy and mocked.

Pusta laughed dryly, and stopped to think about it.

I thought to myself, "According to the usual time, half a day has passed, and at our speed, we can go far, almost all of us can go directly to the southern end, why haven't we arrived yet?" ”

"There's a ghost in this maze!" Pusta exclaimed.

Indeed, they have been walking in the direction of the south, and if they walk in a straight line, they will deviate from the original direction?

But in addition to the formation of fog, this maze only has the phantom of the wreckage of the plane, and there is no real danger.

"Mirror!"

This word suddenly flashed through Pusta's mind!

This word, Hei Lao explained to him: "The so-called mirror image is a basic means to confuse people, in the mirror, it can be true or false, true or false is all up to oneself, once it falls into the mirror, you can only rely on yourself, because, the people around you may be fake!" ”

"Holy Silver, are you true or false?"

Holy Silver did not answer Pusta, but Pusta could clearly feel the warmth of Holy Yin's fingertips.

"Holy Silver, are you still there?" Pusta asked again.

"Yes, I've been there!" The crisp voice of the holy silver suddenly lingered in Pusta's ears.

Pusta was excited, with a solemn expression, looking for the hand of the holy silver, and slowly walked towards the holy silver.

"What are you doing?" Shengyin said in surprise, a flush brushing across his cheeks, but it disappeared immediately, only making a surprised expression.

Pusta followed the wrist of the holy silver, felt the silky and delicate skin of the arm, and walked to the holy silver.

He stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the incomparably white cheeks of the Holy Silver, and slid down the hair, all the way down, very affectionate!

And the time of the holy silver seemed to be frozen in the previous second, maintaining a surprised expression, and the entire body gradually turned into smoke and dust, dissipating into the white mist.

"Mirroring?" Pusta muttered.

"Are you still there? Holy Silver? Pusta still hooked the slender, warm fingers of the Holy Silver, but he could not see the Holy Silver or hear the Holy Silver answer to him.

Even if he had the Heavenly Pupil, he couldn't see where the holy silver was at this moment!

The strange atmosphere spread here, and Pusta tried his best to call out the name of the holy silver, if it was normal, I am afraid that his voice would be heard by the entire burial sea, but at this time, there was nothing but a white sea of fog.

"Ready!" Pusta shouted, hoping that he would summon the Holy Silver to his side in this way.

"Hammer now! Basket now! "Pusta kept calling......

But in Pusta's hand, there was only the finger that was full of the body temperature of the holy silver, and the knife did not appear in the palm of his hand.

Pusta panicked, he could only feel the finger, but he could no longer feel the presence of the holy silver.

It is estimated that Shengyin is in the same situation as him now, without any senses, and can only feel the existence of the other party by a finger hooked with each other.

The white mist became thicker and thicker, and in the direction where the holy silver was, the white mist gradually thinned, and gradually the figure of the holy silver faintly appeared in front of Pusta's eyes, and the holy silver tried to open his mouth to speak, but Pusta couldn't hear her voice.

"What are you talking about? Holy Silver! Pusta shouted loudly, and it seemed that Shengyin was still safe at this time, and was not lost in the maze.

Pusta's voice did not spread, it was all absorbed by the white mist, and even Pusta's own ears did not hear it.

Pusta became more and more panicked, not knowing what to do.

This white fog restricts the vision of the Huitian pupil, and also restricts the transmission of sound, it is difficult not to get lost in this maze, plus the burial sea has a glance at the Pingchuan, there are almost no mountains and rivers that can block the view, it is really difficult to get out of the maze.

"General ...... Tower, I ...... You don't have to ......! ”

The voice of the holy silver suddenly and intermittently reached Pusta's ears, making Pusta feel a burst of excitement.

"Can you hear me?"

After half a ring, no one answered.

Pusta's heart fell silent again, and it was difficult for him to tell if it was a mirror image just now.

The mirror image is both true and false, which makes people unable to grasp it.

"Pusta ......"

Holy Silver's voice sounded again, but this time it was unusually clear, as if it was calling.

"Pusta ......"

The aftermath surrounded Pusta and could not be dispersed for a long time.

As the voice gradually became clearer, Shengyin's figure actually began to become clear, delicate as water, like an illusion.

"Is this a mirror image, or is it real?" Pusta asked himself.

"Pusta ......"

With this call, Saint Silver's fingers slipped down and fell silently, not even paying attention to Pusta for a moment.

Their hands had separated, but the warmth of Pusta's fingertips still made him mistakenly believe that the Holy Silver was still following him.

As the figure faded away, Pusta realized that they had separated.

"What to do! What to do! Pusta's mind grew more and more flustered.

He has no sense of security, he can't lose the Holy Silver, he has to be with the Holy Silver!

Pusta's voice in his head told him, come with her! You can't afford to lose her, at least for now, she's your only one.

He walked with the pace of the Holy Silver, as if to the south, and then to the north, and the Holy Silver changed direction, and he also changed direction.

He kept calling for the Holy Silver, but the Holy Silver just walked on his own and ignored him.

I don't know how long it took, Shengyin stopped, his eyes were empty, as if he had no attachment, and looked at Pusta blankly.

Pusta couldn't help but ask, "Holy Silver, what's wrong with you?" ”

There was no answer, only an echo echoed back into Pusta's ears.

"Holy Yin, what's wrong with you?" Pusta raised his voice and asked loudly.

Still didn't answer, Sheng Yin still looked at Pusta blankly, his face expressionless.

"Holy Silver, what's wrong with you!" Pusta shouted, slightly angry.

The white mist greeted him again, and the figure of the holy silver slowly disappeared, covered by the white mist, and here, only the lonely Pusta was left.

"Is it a mirror image again?" Pusta muttered.

"Look at me if I don't demolish this place!" Pusta was furious, condensed the power of the magic pattern into his fist, and slammed it into the land of the burial sea.

"Boom!"

A deep pit appeared, and the rubble scattered, sinking into the white mist, and disappeared.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

The crater was soon covered in white mist, and its true face was not visible.

"Boom!"

Pusta tried his best, constantly bombarding the earth, but he still couldn't break through the maze.

"Is this natural?" Pusta asked himself, "Impossible! ”

Pusta told himself in his heart that it was artificial, so that he could have a chance to break through the maze!

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The land of the burial sea was in turmoil, and the land that was originally unobstructed now has dozens of deep pits!

"I'm running out of mana!" Pusta inducted.

His branches were nearly depleted, like the dry riverbed, and the lake was still a dark whirlpool.

"Are you really going to be trapped here?" Pusta laughed to himself.

"I have been trapped in the plane for nearly eight epochs, and now I am born, but I am lost in the maze of the burial sea, hehe!"

Pusta stood at the bottom of the pit, with endless sadness and helplessness, and let out bursts of emotion.

"Pusta ......"

Silver's voice rang out again, and the voice called to Pusta toward her.

Pusta was startled, her eyes flashing, and she felt the sound and walked slowly in that direction.

"Is it still a mirror?" Pusta muttered.

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