Lin Xiaojia, the Lin Xiaojia he knows is just the side he sees, and what he knows is only what he knows.

It was the girl who wielded the red flame sword in the night, and she always looked like she was decisive and resolute.

Lao Zhang, that man is not only lazy, but also very frivolous, but he may be extremely reliable in some aspects.

How are they now, maybe they're fighting the wreckage.

Those unknown dark sides are surging wildly, and if one day they can't do it after all, will anyone set up a stone monument for them to engrave the deeds of their lives?

He thought a lot, and he himself realized that he was thinking too much.

An Yiran shook his head, trying to drive away these sideways thoughts, but it turned out to be futile. On the contrary, these imprints became more and more firmly anchored in his mind, and he was about to reach a lingering realm.

Maybe he should be decisive that day and promise Lin Xiaojia like a man?

Maybe my life will be different.

His mind could no longer focus on the game, in fact, he had been forcibly discharged through the game since he returned home that day.

The trajectory of my life has already moved towards a complicated roadmap after that day, and what I have done is only to aggravate the degree of complexity.

Maybe he can really do more, and whether his ideal life is his life or not, he can't answer, he only knows that the path in the dark is not the path created or chosen by him.

Lin Xiaojia's figure seemed to appear in front of him, she stood with her sword in her hand, her feet on the charred earth, and the endless group of corpses opposite.

The dark red tones render everything in the picture extremely tragic and tragic, and in the air not far away, the dark figures exude a palpitating aura.

In the next moment, she swung her long sword, and the swept red waves mixed with roaring scarlet flames rushed towards the army of skeletons, and soon they were enveloped in an even more intense dark red until they were gone.

The picture came to an abrupt end, and while he was amazed by his imagination, he realized that this was already the limit, and he could not convince himself to sit still in this small world.

He couldn't remember when he had changed his pajamas, put on a black short T, dark blue Levi's jeans, and put on canvas shoes.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing at the crossroads in front of the gate of the community, he swallowed a mouthful of spit, and suppressed the last trace of uneasiness, making him feel that the fly in the ointment was that he couldn't wear a coat in the current season, otherwise his back would be Brother MARK who went to the meeting with two guns.

In fact, it's not that you can't wear a trench coat, it's just a little hot, doesn't Lin Xiaojia wrap that Prada classic black trench coat every day?

Before getting into the taxi, he threw all these thoughts away, closed the door and sat in the back seat, slowly rolling down the window.

"Master, financial center. ”

Taxis merge into the traffic.

At 7 p.m., it was completely dark, and although there were many cars around, it was not crowded.

The taxi drove at a constant speed in the traffic, occasionally changing lanes, and An Yiran felt that his vision suddenly became clear and transparent, and at this moment, he felt as if it was not a bad thing to make this decision.

The landscape around him was constantly changing, and the crowds and vehicles were rapidly receding in his eyes, becoming one of the more than eight million encounters he had in his life.

He didn't make small talk with the driver, and according to the time, there were still fifteen minutes away at most.

An Yiran yawned, and then he felt as if the speed of the car had slowed down, not only their car, but also the cars around him. Was there an accident ahead? He poked out half his head and looked ahead.

Not far ahead was the entrance to the tunnel, not his delusion, all the cars were slowing down, and after a few seconds, the vehicles themselves were all coming to a halt at the same time, no longer moving forward.

This should be noisy crossing is surprisingly quiet at the moment, there is no honking, no shouting, no driver getting out of the car to observe, the world is still in front of you.

"Master, why don't you leave. ”

He turned his head to ask the driver, but he didn't get any reply, and a bad premonition came in an instant.

He leaned out of the driver's seat, the driver's movements stiffened at the moment of stepping on the accelerator, looking ahead, his expression was indifferent, but the solidified wax-like texture made him feel a chill in his heart.

He quickly pushed open the door and stepped out of the car, it was not his delusion, he stood in the middle of the road where the traffic gathered, the street lights were on, but no one was shaking.

Except for himself, the world is like a dead past in an instant.

Dozens of seconds later, the sound of footsteps came from underneath the tunnel, spreading in the middle of the completely silent road, and it was very clear.

Soon the owner of the footsteps was standing within An Yiran's visual range, and a figure in a lilac trench coat stopped in the middle of the road not far away, his face covered by a black baseball cap, and only a few strands of brown hair were pressed by the hat, clinging to his face.

"Come with us. ”

He didn't respond to the voice like a mechanical synthesized voice, just an ominous premonition welling up in his heart from the bottom of his feet.

It's such an inexplicable scene again, and it's the opening sentence that makes him confused.

The comers are not good. An Yiran could only come up with such adjectives in his mind, he thought to himself that this time was really evil, he could encounter such a strange situation anywhere, as a staunch atheist, he was very willing to believe in metaphysics at the moment.

After the person on the other side said this to him, he did not follow up or act, as if waiting for his response.

The surroundings were quiet as if they were in a vacuum, everyone and everything was frozen in the last moment of action, he could feel his heart beating faster, and an invisible sense of oppression came from him.

Run! At this moment, he made a decisive decision for some reason, although he couldn't understand the situation at all, but that guy's goal was right, then run and it would be over!

I could be the most powerful person in the world!!" He thought hatefully, but his pace didn't slow down in the slightest, after all, no one taught him how to use his powers!

He spread his legs and ran wildly in the opposite direction, either way, the farther away from the man at the tunnel entrance, the better.

He didn't bother to look back to see how the person behind him reacted, just ran forward, he was glad that he was okay with sports in high school, and it shouldn't be difficult to run a few kilometers like this.

That is, he had just run out for only 100 meters, and the ground under his feet suddenly began to tremble, and the sudden vibration made An Yiran stumble under his feet, and almost fell on the body in front of him.

He managed to stabilize himself in the violent shaking, and at the same time the sound of an object breaking through the air came from the back of his head, and before he could fully turn his head, the corner of his eye swept a giant spike towards him.

There was little chance of dodging! He was now exposed to the spikes without any cover, and if he didn't do anything, he would be nailed to the ground like a skewer!

"What power do I have!

He subconsciously reached out to the spike and blurted out into the air in front of him. With this command, the space in front of him began to distort, tearing open an irregular rift, and the top of the spike reached the rift first, then the middle and back, until the whole was engulfed by this rift.

The chasm that had completed its mission quickly closed, leaving no trace in the air.

The blow missed, and the person on the other side was not surprised, but slowly raised his hands in the air.

At this time, the surrounding vehicles that were originally fixed in place followed his movements, suspended from the ground dozens of meters high, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

With a slight clench of his hands, the hundreds of suspended cars exploded at the same time, turning into a cloudy cloud suspended in the sky.

An Yiran's heart jumped fiercely, he didn't know what kind of means the other party had, but in his eyes, the passengers in the car hadn't had time to leave!

This exploding cloudy mist is like a shattered life in An Yiran's eyes at the moment, and the reason for these broken lives may be himself.

Now, of course, he didn't know where he was, a sense of unexplained sadness came over him, and even made him forget his situation, he never thought that life could be so fragile, and in such an environment, he suddenly realized that the original power was so terrifying.

The scattered clouds did not stay in the air, and the man in the lilac trench coat was like the center point of a whirlpool, gathering all the clouds suspended around him towards his location. These clouds of fragments quickly formed behind him, turning into hundreds of spears more than a meter high.

With a wave of his hand, the spears suspended behind him all turned their heads and pointed precisely at An Yiran's location.

Seeing all this in his eyes, he forcibly pulled himself out of the negative emotions just now and fixed his eyes on the sea of guns in front of him.

The man swung at An Yiran at will, and a spear broke through the array of spears and flew towards him.

"Devour!" An Yiran commanded in the direction of the spear's travel, and the rift formed, engulfing the spear.

With another wave of his hand, this time dozens of spears rushed out of the team and attacked him, An Yiran's eyes wandered between these whistling sharp weapons, and one by one cracks opened and closed as far as his eyes could see, and the spears that came from him all shot into the void cracks he had created, and they didn't know where to go.

"Interesting. ”

Now the mysterious man spoke again, and the piercing tone pierced his brain like a magic sound, making An Yiran's heart swell with discomfort.

As the man raised his hand again, dozens of spears shot out of the array, sweeping towards An Yiran with a howling wind.

With so many targets, he seemed a little overwhelmed. He is not like Lin Xiaojia, who has a flaming sword that can burn everything, he can only passively tear open the rift again and again, resisting the attack from the opposite side.

As a novice who has just awakened his abilities, this kind of attack strength is obviously difficult for him. After fending off the first few waves of spears, the speed at which the rift spawns can no longer keep up with the ensuing attacks.

A crack formed in a slightly wrong position, and in an instant, a missing spear pierced his left shoulder, and the sharp pain of muscle tearing transmitted through the nerve to his brain, causing his movements to slow down for a moment.

Another spear followed, nailed to his right leg. Then, like a chain reaction, An Yiran slowly lost control of his ability in the blood loss and pain, but the oncoming spear continued to attack, coming from all directions, but in a few seconds, another spear stabbed his left calf.

The instantaneous pain made him weak under his feet, and he could no longer support the weight of his body, and he half-knelt down, and the sharp pain in his limbs made him clench his teeth, and he unconsciously lowered his head, he felt that he no longer had any strength to support the release of his ability.

The figure in the purple trench coat slowly stepped forward and walked towards An Yiran, who was half-kneeling, a large number of spears were suspended behind him, but they no longer took the initiative to attack, but they were still facing An Yiran, who had lost the ability to resist, and remained vigilant.

An Yiran felt the man's footsteps with his residual hearing, and the footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of him.

He looked up vigorously at the man in front of him, his face obscured by the shadow cast by the brim of his baseball cap.

This person is not very tall, it can be said that he is quite short, not much taller than An Yiran, who is half-kneeling, but it is the short figure in front of him who completely defeats him in an overwhelming way, and the whole process only takes ten minutes.

"I don't want your life, you'll join us. ”

He muttered, strange fluctuations lingering in the metallic sound of his inaudible gender.