Heatham felt as if his body had disappeared into something, and gradually he could not feel his presence, and even the light and shadow in front of him instantly dissipated and changed. www.biquge.info But it only lasted for a moment, and the next moment, her eyes were back to their original state.

It's still the middle of the night, it's still the faint moonlight.

But everything is different.

Because in front of her, it was no longer the battlefield before, but a high platform.

and, a woman dressed in black.

Heatham felt as if her heart had stopped, and she stared blankly at the woman in front of her, remembering the scene she had seen before.

This man is a fallacy, an enemy of Sangzhefeng, a guy who can confuse her mind.

Heatham felt that he was very sad now--why it was not good, but he came here, isn't it going to die......

It's just a first-level trumpet who accidentally came to the front of the full-level boss! What the hell is going on?

Heatham only felt as if she was trembling a little, her thighs were trembling slightly, and her throat was inexplicably dry, as if she had been stuck.

"That'...... The ......" Heatham laughed dryly, then swallowed and said with some nervousness, "That...... You...... Hello ......"

The girl over there looked at her and smiled slightly.

"Now, you know what?" Fallacy said lightly, her voice was very illusory and ethereal, as if it was beyond the world.

Heatham stared at her a little blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly, her figure vanished in place, and Heatham's pupils constricted. The next moment, the fallacy appeared in front of Heatham out of thin air.

Heatham stared blankly at the fallacy.

"You know...... The essence of oneself? ”

Fallacy looked at Heatham and spoke.

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"Damn, damn it, damn it!"

Sang Zhefeng's face was hideous, and he shouted this word three times in a row, and in his eyes, the bright red light had become very unstable.

He kept wielding the dagger in his hand, harvesting the lives of all kinds of zombies around him, and his mouth was saying all kinds of unclean words, and his breath was very unstable.

Now it seems that it is obvious that the mentality is almost with an explosion.

"What's wrong? Tetsufeng, what the hell is going on? ”

Joan of Arc was obviously still a little dazed, and although she was there constantly fighting off the enemy, she still looked puzzled.

She had no idea why so many undead had suddenly appeared, nor did she know why Sang Zhefeng had suddenly fallen into a rage, let alone what had gone wrong to make things the way they were.

"That damn guy actually came to lie to me with a game of chess!" Sang Zhefeng's eyes were still glowing bright red, and he muttered something about it, "Her purpose has always been 'movement outside the chessboard,' not this game - now all the undead should have gathered with me to stall for time." ”

"Out of chess?" Joan of Arc waved down an undead who looked like five big and three thick on the flagpole, and said, "I asked before, what the hell is that?" ”

"......" Sang Zhefeng gritted his teeth, then quickly turned the dagger in his hand, dismembered an undead in front of him, and said, "That is Heatham." ”

"Huh? What happened to Heatham? ”

Sang Zhefeng didn't reply this time, but the light and shadow in his hand trembled even more.

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"What are you? Do you exist? The fallacy floated in the air with a mocking face, looked at Heatham below, and said lightly: "Your question that day is really interesting." ”

"That's not all you!"

Heatham retreated vigilantly as he looked at the strange black woman in the sky, his face full of vigilance.

"Oh? According to what you say, you don't have the same trouble as before~"

Fallacy's eyes narrowed, and the smile on his face grew bigger.

"Your expression is exactly the same as his." Heatham snorted, then looked up at the fallacy, and said, "Listen, of course that thing is ......."

She paused at this point, but she picked it up at once.

"Of course it can't exist," Heatham said, gritting his teeth, "of course I can't be because of this...... It can't be because of this...... It's impossible to get Sanzhe in the wind because of this incident! ”

The fallacy tilted his head slightly and said, "Really? ”

She smiled and said.

Heatham felt a beat in her heart, and she wanted to argue something, but all that was left of her throat was babbling.

Yes...... Myself...... Is that really just a fallacy?

"I was just trying to bring out the darkness in you, but I didn't expect you to think like that......"

With a mocking smile on his face, Fallacy said, "I still clearly remember what was going on in your head at that time. ”

Heatham looked at the fallacy and was about to shout out, but the fallacy disappeared in front of her eyes in an instant. The next moment, her voice suddenly appeared in Heathment Modd's ears.

"You're thinking, 'I'm not a substitute for her.'"

It was like a demonic whisper that lingered in Heatham's ears.

"Shut ...... up"

Heatham said in a low voice with his eyes half-closed.

"Ahh

"It's a pity that this is the truth~" The fallacy is seen in the following Heatham, said.

"Shut up."

Heatham stared at the fallacy, and a hoarse and angry voice came out of his mouth.

"Do you exist? You don't exist. What the hell are you? You're nothing. ”

The fallacy kept spinning on top of Heatham's head, and then stopped on top of Heatham's head, looked at her with a terrifying smile, and said, "You are nothing more than a by-product of the thinking logic of that false god." You don't exist...... Well...... Wrong...... You can't exist. ”

"Shut up! I told you to shut up! ”

Heatham finally roared angrily, and she looked at the fallacy in the sky.

"But ......"

The fallacy was still out of place, and Heatham only felt her voice coming from behind her again, a little faint.

"You're still thinking like that, aren't you? So, why is that? ”

The fallacy whispered like a devil. (To be continued.) )