There were only five or six people left in the four-story tower, some of whom were reading, some were tasting wine, and some were writing. It's as if you've never been in prison. Floating Wish was very surprised, because what had happened every day for years was death, attack, defense, and blood. Once upon a time, such a leisurely time is no longer a long time ago. In such a murderous atmosphere, I didn't know what to do, and I was a little at a loss. When he was stunned, a wine glass suddenly flew towards the front door, and he dodged with a wish. Immediately after that, a pen came like a sharp sword, and he hurriedly grabbed it. From time to time, something of one kind or another attacked Fuyuan, dodging again and again until he ran out of breath. Finally smashed on the forehead by an inkstone.

"It turned out to be telekinesis. "Floating wishes are secretly paid in my heart. I have the ability to be agile and have strong internal strength, but how to grasp the idea of this thing? Maybe these people find it boring, so they are busy with themselves. It's just that they attack each other from time to time. Fu Yuan looked at the brush in front of him and tried to control it. Until his eyes were red, swollen and sore, the brush still lay there quietly.

Stubborn like her, she tries day after day, but never succeeds. The people in the four-story tower seem to have forgotten her existence and are still leisurely and happy. Until one day, suddenly the wine in the cup flew up like a fountain, and then turned into countless sharp swords and flew out. Everyone was shocked, and the balance that had been mutually contained had been broken, and they hurriedly dodged and tried to attack. It's just that the sword made of the wine follows like a shadow, and it never dies. I don't know how long it took, but there was only one person left in the tower leisurely sipping a glass of wine. After drinking, you have to get up and kick up the five-story tower. Fu Yuan instantly beat out an internal force in an attempt to stop the other party, but he didn't think that this internal force would disperse before it touched the opponent's body.

The man turned around and looked at Fu Yuan with some surprise, perhaps he didn't expect that a person who couldn't even control the brush would try to stop him. Seeing that the other party stopped, Fu Yuan hurriedly slapped the ground with one hand and jumped over, at this time she had only one thought, never let this person climb the four-story tower, otherwise she would definitely die. It's a pity that the other party is too strong, and his body suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The man seemed to be a little impatient, his head turned slightly sideways, and the brush on the ground went straight to Fuyuan's eyes.

I closed my eyes reflexively, and I only listened to the sound of Gaba, and the brush was split in two. The man seemed to be a little surprised, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned to look at the wine glass on the table, and in an instant, tens of thousands of sharp swords roared out again. With the experience just now, Fu Yuan tried to blink, and sure enough, the sharp sword turned into the wine was instantly sealed, and then turned into a puddle of water and fell to the ground.

Just when the other party was surprised, Fu Yuan hurriedly concentrated his mind and melted it in his eyes, and then his eyelashes fluttered, and the man was covered with cracks like a broken sculpture, and then fell apart. Fu Yuan picked up the wine glass, poured it full of wine, drank it all, and turned around and stepped up to the five-story tower.

Compared with the leisurely comfort of the four-story tower, the five-story tower is like being in a fairyland on earth. Between the strings, it seems that the spring breeze is blowing and the light rain is drenching. The killing, death, and gore in my heart are gone, and the aftermath of the song is lingering. Then the melodious and long flute sound lingers, making people feel holy, and the whole body is bathed in the quiet moonlight. I just want to immerse myself in it at the moment, desperately throwing away all the things that have been, even if it sinks. Everything is full of vitality in front of me, all beasts are multiplying, the galaxy is not lonely, and people are not crying. All this is so beautiful, so desirable, but it is washed and shocked by a deep and mournful voice.

"Brother, don't go, I'm so scared....." Floating Wish Demon grabbed something randomly, in front of him was thousands of living beings begging and begging, the sky was full of snow to cover up the vitality, the sky collapsed miserably, and the rushing river was frantically devouring. Just as his heart was about to collapse, a tear slowly fell from the moist eyes of a sika deer covered with scars. I only feel that my heart is like a knife but there is no way to follow, and the pain is squeezing the atrium and there is no way to vent. The healing voice sounded softly in the ears: "Cry, cry out, all this will pass, the pain is not there, the sorrow is not there....." It's just that no matter how hard Fu Yuan tries, his eyes are still dry. It wasn't until he slowly opened his eyes that the sound in the tower stopped abruptly.

People looked at Fu Yuan in amazement, as if they were incredulous at her sobriety. The mood slowly calmed down, and the coldness covered his eyes again. It turns out that the five-story tower is to peek into people's state of mind and then manipulate it, making people sometimes happy and sometimes sad, until their hearts can't bear the bombardment and collapses.

After thinking about it, Fu Yuan protected his mind, hid far away, and picked up a musical instrument and plucked it twice. He was abandoned at birth, and he was fatherless and motherless since he was a child. Not to mention musical instruments, how can I play music that controls people's minds? Inadvertently, my eyes swept over a mirror, and after many years, my appearance was already blurred. I don't know if I can recognize it when I meet my brother again. His fingers trembled slightly, and he picked up the mirror after a moment. The self in front of him is so strange, Xu has lived in the dark tower for many years, and his palm-sized face is white without a trace of blood. The smooth forehead and the tail of the eyebrows are slightly raised, the clear and cold eyes are like winter lake water, the long and dense eyelashes tremble slightly from time to time, the small and straight nose is slightly upturned, and the lips are closed like petals. It's just that the hair is messy, and although it looks like black ink, it has no luster. Fu Yuan picked up a comb and simply pulled up his hair.