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A world in total darkness.

The picture in front of him distorted, and the blood-drenched images of Camelsky and Xuanxuan distorted and surrounded them.

Parisio opened his eyes.

It was an eerie black world, pitch black, and after adapting to the brightness of the day, the outlines of objects could be faintly discerned, it was a huge forest, the trees had no leaves, and their branches were twisted and stretched out against the sky.

The sky is also black, is it night? There are no clouds, no moon, no stars, no light sources.

It's a pitch black woods with nothing.

Hydroacoustics.

In the darkness, their ears were propped up, carefully and carefully discerning all the information that could be heard.

There is the sound of running water.

Walking in the direction of the sound of running water, there are thick leaves under your feet that you don't know how long they have been piled up, and when you step on them, you will make a rustling sound of the leaves being squeezed.

Parisio tried to take his feet as lightly as possible, where is this? I don't know, but it's better than that bloody picture.

Is this a dream? It strokes its cheeks, has a sense of touch, and can be denied.

When I walked to the place closest to the sound of the water, I saw that it was still this dead wood, and on the other side of the river, a small river, which split the woods and flowed murmuringly.

Perhaps, by walking along the river, you can get out of this wood. Just as it was thinking this, it noticed that there seemed to be a person sitting by the river.

The man was dressed in black clothes, black trousers, black shoes, and a black hat around his neck.

Parisio stared at the man for a moment, not sure what to say, but he felt that he should say something, at the very least, to ask what was going on in the woods: "You... Hello. It made a timid sound.

No response.

"Hello?" Parisio walked over a little, then gently stroked his hand on the man's shoulder.

The man slowly turned his head, the man's face was covered by a scarf, only the eyes and half of the nose were exposed, there seemed to be heavy dark circles in the eyes, and the two panda eyes made the whites of the eyes look particularly white.

Parisio calmed down for a moment, then kicked the man into the river.

"Falk !!" The man threw himself in the river and climbed ashore for a long time: "What are you doing! ”

"Don't think that if you write this place so black around your neck, I won't recognize you as the author! You're messing around with your own work again! ”

The poignant background music sounded: "I still remember, it was the end of 2014 AD, and I unfortunately entered the legendary bottleneck period... Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain break, asking how much sorrow you can have, just like a bottle of Wahaha falling into the dung pit... ”

“。。。 Your analogy is weird... Although it rhymes, but I don't understand its meaning... ”

"It's okay to rhyme, it's good to rhyme... Wait a minute, this doesn't rhyme at all! ”

"Look, it's really a bit of a brainstorm, alas." Parisio stroked the author's head with a love look.

"I feel that the bottleneck period has passed, why is it still so stateless? Why is the collection still falling? Why can't I make up for it? Why? What the hell is going on with all this?! ”

Parisio hugged the author tightly: "I thought we could reach the Hartz Mountain safely, I thought we could spend each day happily, I thought that someone else would let us go if we handed over the scroll, but why?" Why is there no good in killing people or is someone trying to kill someone? Why can't we have a happy ending? Why? What the hell is going on with all this?! ”

The author simply hugged Parisio: "Because, because we are so weak, so weak that every time we have an extra collection, we feel sad every time we disappoint a reader's expectations and make him abandon the book, and every time we have an extra ticket, we will be happy, all because we are too weak." ”

"yes." Parisio said with deep sympathy: "It's too weak, your fate is decided by the readers, but my fate is decided by you, I kill you here today, and my fate can return to my own hands." ”

"Stop, stop, stop, stop killing the author or something, it's absolutely not allowed!"

"It's okay, anyway, this collection is more than not, it's all falling off soon, and soon no one will read it, right, what's the point of you as an author? If you hang up, at least our fate can be returned to our own hands! Yes! Author! You will sacrifice your life for the happiness of the Continent! ”

"Ya Butterfly! Let's not make a fuss, we can't use it for jokes! ”

"Really? Then you will return my father's life, my brother Dajinmen's life, Huosky's life, and Xuanxuan's life! ”

"Wait for your father, your brother, I'm sorry, but for the sake of the plot development! Camelsky and Xuanxuan aren't dead yet! ”

"! I'm dead when I see it! All so badly injured! ”

"I'll contact the god of the masters, and give Huosky a super special skill to believe in the Xinchun Brother Technique, isn't it okay!"

"It's going to be shot to death!!" Parisio pinched the author's neck tightly: "I'll pinch you to death now, and then I'll kill that half-moon and write it with plants, and then resurrect all the people I love and those who love me!" ”

"Wait, wait, that's not half moon! As an author, the most distressing thing is that your book is dead, and your character is dead! The setting is a little similar... ”

"Anyway, I'll strangle you to death first!"

"No, no, absolutely not! Fake, I'll give you enough strength to rival that guy! ”

"You said something human." Parisio threw the author to the ground: "Don't be more tired to die or live, you should think about what the bottleneck period is going on, otherwise your efforts will be in vain." ”

“。。。 Thank you for your teachings, I'll talk to Ji Xueba later. ”

“。。。 The person you are looking for is not reliable. ”

"Where? There is no more reliable person than Ji Xueba! ”

"Don't talk about that yet! Strength! I need strength! It's the bloody power that the protagonist will definitely become stronger when difficulties occur! Give me the strength to save Camelsky and Xuanxuan! ”

"Good! Draw your sword! Listen carefully to its muffled whispers! ”

In a burst of light, Parisio drew his sword, pressed his hand on it, and closed his eyes.

Well, I felt the power surging up, and the power came out of the knife and gradually overflowed throughout the body.

Large. Root, my sword, please obey the name of the author, give me strength, give me, the power to save the precious people, I don't want to see them die in front of me, I don't want to see my precious things turn into a corpse, a pile of dust again.

Please.

Parisio closed his eyes and intently felt the flow of power within his body!

Ahh

Parisio opened his eyes slightly, only to see the author kick it into the river!

"Poof, hahaha, stupid, you really believe it!!"

Nima was pitted by the author!!

Parisio slowly fell into the river and spit out four words: "Fuck, you, big, master." ”

It looks like it broke something, but it's not the river, it's covered in something, yes, it's vines.

Parisio opened his eyes, in front of him, there was still the wall of thorny spears, Xuanxuan was covered in blood and was strung on it, and Hussky was still being swept by the vines and kept patting, the woman, the damn woman, had forgotten that she was in the cesspool, holding the scroll of Senior Kiguro and watching.

All over my body, a strange strange power surged up!

Body, suffocating.

"Ahh!!!!!h Parisio suddenly screamed! The huge vine that wrapped around it shattered in that instant! A light source appeared in its place like the sun!

I could only hear a sonorous voice coming from there!

"Solve !!"

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