He turned around, faced Yin Wuya, put on his trademark smile, and said, "Your acting skills are amazing, I almost believed it." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Yin Wuya freezes in the air, without speaking, without moving, like a sculpture.

Wei Liang waved his hand tiredly, and she disappeared into ashes and returned to dust.

He turned back the way he came. After flying for dozens of miles, I saw a Taoist in Tsing Yi standing in front of him, who was the Taoist son.

Dao Gongzi's head drooped slightly as if in contemplation, and said lightly: "Why are you back again?" The matter of the seal should not be mentioned again. ”

Wei Liang said: "I have always had a wish to punch you in this beautiful face. ”

As if he had heard a joke, Dao Gongzi mocked: "It's up to you? ”

"It's up to me."

Wei Liang punched over. Full of strength and tension, on the earth, the rich and handsome man who drove a Lamborghini was killed by this punch.

Dao Gongzi's heart moved, and the majestic Dao Law came, wanting to twist this weak mage into powder.

The strange thing is that Wei Liang was unharmed, and his iron fist instantly broke through the Dao method and approached the door of the Dao Gongzi.

He was slightly startled, and his hands pinched the seal, and the huge mountain peaks descended from the nine heavens, majestic and vast, and the whole land was shrouded in shadow.

Wei Liang blew lightly, and the mountain peak drifted away.

Dao Gongzi was even more frightened, waving his two sleeves, one sleeve spewing Samadhi true fire, and the other sleeve spewing surging weak water, and the momentum was so great that the heavens and the earth were overshadowed.

Still doing useless work.

Wei Liang only had a thought flashing, and he dominated the sky, and the water and fire swept away, turning against Dao Gongzi.

Dao Gongzi was counterattacked by his own Dao Law, although it was no big deal, he was somewhat embarrassed, and asked in surprise: "Why are you so strong?" ”

Wei Liang said lightly: "In this world, I am the supreme king. ”

This is his ideological world, not to mention Gongzi, even if Ta Ling comes, he will be killed.

His fist landed on Dao Gongzi's face.

Boom.

Dao Gongzi's face collapsed, spreading ripples like water waves, and his body flew thousands of miles wildly, landing in an unknown place.

Wei Liang was extremely happy.

A door was outlined by him, looking back at the mountains and rivers, and said in a low voice: "I've been playing with you for too long, I can't waste any more time." ”

Step inside the door.

The scene changes again.

It is a claustrophobic chamber surrounded by sturdy walls covered with colorful wallpaper that depicts an eerie oil painting.

Directly in front of the wall there is a door on which there is no wallpaper, but pure white. The door was closed tightly, not knowing what was behind it.

In addition to him, there were three other adventurers. The four of them form a circle and are fixed to a chair, with a table in the middle, as if playing mahjong.

The three adventurers were asleep, sitting in their chairs, motionless.

Wei Liang recognized them, they were Shi Piaoxiang, Liu Chan and Pang Guang.

They didn't die, and the initial guessing games and cannibalism were all illusions in Wei Liang's mind. Moreover, they are not called Shi Piaoxiang, Liu Chan or Pang Guang, no parent will give their children such a funny name, that is a label that Wei Liang put in his mind, just to remember.

When I wake up from a big dream, everything is back to square one.

Wei Liang got up from the chair, slowly walked to the door, and pushed it gently.

Crunch――

The door opened.

The sight in the rear was comforting, it was the Crimson Tower.

Before leaving, Wei Liang took one last look at the paintings on the wall.

It was a man whose head cracked open and gave birth to a towering tree, its sinuous branches spreading out and producing countless flowers, each containing a strange world.

He chuckled and stepped out the door.

A roar came, and the secret room collapsed, burying Shi Piaoxiang and the three of them.

Only one person can pass through one door, the first person to leave will live, and the remaining three will die.

Wei Liang secretly rejoiced, fortunately he woke up quickly, otherwise he would have been buried here.

Ta Ling's indifferent voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Game over."

It's still the fourth level of the Crimson Tower, and it's exactly the same as the last time you walked out.

Wei Liang had a strong sense of unreality, as if he was playing a stand-alone game that kept reading files.

Is it real or fake this time?

He fell into a kind of paradox of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

I don't know if Zhuang Zhou is a butterfly's dream, or a butterfly is Zhuang Zhou's dream?

He walked deep in this fairytale world, melancholy like a poet.

Through this game, he thought a lot.

The illusion is so real that you can't even feel the difference. So could the real world, such as the Crimson Tower, be another bigger illusion? Adventurers may only be NPCs created by advanced civilizations, or they may be the shadows of the subconscious of a creature in a more majestic universe.

There is never an answer to such an inscrutable question.

Wei Liang didn't like to drill the horns, shook his head, and turned home.

His original idea was to go to Monte Chi to learn some magic and then go to the second floor to visit Tintin. But after the baptism of the labyrinth, he had an instinctive fear of women. It's not appropriate to say fear, after all, he doesn't have fear, but he really doesn't want to go to the second layer anymore.

He still remembered Yin Wuyan's gaze, cold and crazy, so clear, so profound, as if carved in his heart by a knife, and he could not forget it in this life. He fell in love with each other, but in the end they killed each other, and he didn't want that to happen.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.

"Wei Liang." A cold call came from the rear.

He turned and saw a red figure. Rub your eyes to make sure it's not a hallucination.

"Yin Wuya?"

When Wei Liang said this, he instinctively took a step back.

"It's me." Yin Wuya nodded and explained, "When I came back, I was involved in the turbulence of time and space, and it took me a lot of effort to rush back to the Crimson Tower. ”

Wei Liang wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and the gray memories continued to wash over his body, and he still hasn't warmed up.

"What's wrong with you?" Yin Wuya frowned, and said with a strange expression: "You seem to be wary of me. ”

Wei Liang shook his head and smiled reluctantly.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Am I you off?"

"Nope."

Yin Wuya asked solemnly, "Then why?" ”

Wei Liang was silent.

Yin Wuya was silent with him.

After a long time, she took Wei Liang's hand and said softly: "Don't think about it, no matter what, I will stand by your side." ”

Wei Liang looked at that soft face, and finally determined that she was the Yin Yin he was familiar with, not the mad demon with murderous intent in the illusion.

"I-" Wei Liang paused for a long time and said in a low voice, "I had a nightmare. ”

"What nightmare?"

Wei Liang didn't say anything, and asked in a low voice, "If I make an unforgivable mistake, will you forgive me?" ”

Yin Wuya thought he was joking, but his eyes were so serious and so sad. She was silent for a long time, and then said, "I will." ”

"Why?"

Yin Wuyan wanted to speak and stopped, as if he was ashamed to speak.

"Why?" Wei Liang asked again, and vowed not to give up if he didn't hear the answer.

Yin Wuya was forced to have no choice, so he had to give an answer.

"Because...... I love you. ”

The voice is small, but firm.

The sky suddenly cleared, and the sun poured down, sweeping away all the darkness and gloom.

A great wave of emotion rose in his self-defense conscience, and he opened his arms and hugged her tightly into his arms.