He took the cigarette and looked at me with a look of confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why I wasn't going to put it on anymore.

He would be right if he thought so, because a few of the "judges" here didn't know anything about the Monkey Temple, and I could make up a plausible story.

Who can go back and find out?

Who has the ability to take out the stories I made up and peel back the cocoons word by word?

Since they are trying to distinguish the difference between the two of us through this way of inquiry, it must mean that we are no longer able to distinguish between the two of us at the physiological or biological level.

Essentially, we're all real.

But I'm a little annoyed.

He is me and I am him, so he should also understand our character in each other.

I'm not a good person, but I still have a little blood in my chest, and it is this blood that supports me to disdain to lie, to quibble, and to make up stories.

I think a lot of things are more important than death.

That's why I went on adventures because of a colleague who worked with me.

For the sake of my sister's classmates, I can take my brother to accompany her to that goddamn turtle cave, and fight with a large group of aquatic products that I will never see again for the second time in my life.

Because I think friendship is more important than life.

The same goes for honesty.

So I gave up my resistance, lay flat, and sat on the board and waited for them to be slaughtered.

After smoking the cigarette in his hand, the "real thing" threw another one over and said, "We really don't have room to discuss, Brother Zhong Yi, we won't hurt anyone, you all know what the real Wu Yan looks like, why do you have to do things so absolutely?" ”

Zhong Yi opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, and the "real thing" continued: "I secretly observed him, he is exactly the same as me, smoking the same cigarettes, ordering the same takeout, he is me, what you say is harmful, I'm sorry, I can't understand it." ”

He's right, I'm the same person as him.

And now the key core of the matter is no longer true or false, but whether to deal with the fake Wu Yan in an extreme way, that is, me.

Zhong Yi didn't seem to answer the meaning of Zhen Wu Yan, but took out the firewood knife I handed over earlier from his waist.

I finally understood what it means to make people happy.

This trip was originally a journey to accompany Xiao Yao, but in the end, he was completely lost with Xiao Yao.

And Qin Huan, who has been going to kill me, is the one I want to leave with the most in the end.

And these fellow disciples who fought side by side with me were all going to kill me in the end.

I closed my eyes and sat up straight, intending to meet death.

After a while, I heard Zhong Yi take a light breath, he should be gathering strength to make a move, and I gritted my teeth and straightened my waist when I died, intending to interpret this death a little more heroically.

"Uhh!!h

Suddenly, a scream erupted!

I shuddered, but the excruciating pain I imagined didn't come.

Immediately afterward, there was a sudden agitation in my ears.

I quickly opened it and took a look, only to see that the firewood knife was embedded in the bridge of Zhen Wu Yan's nose at the moment.

Why kill him?!

Zhen Wu Yan kicked Zhong Yi away, and the five-inch nail in his hand was also fiercely pierced on the shoulder of Hua Cheng beside him, and then the whole person turned back and drilled out of the King Kong Temple.

"Chase! Don't let him run! As soon as Zhong Yi waved his hand, Huacheng Yan Feitang chased him out.

I sat on the ground dumbfounded.

Didn't understand even the slightest hint of what was happening in front of me.

What the hell is going on, isn't it killing me, why do you want to cut the real Wu Yan!

At this moment, everyone chased out, and listening to the voice, they shouldn't have caught the real Wu Yan, and they were constantly complaining about each other, saying that three people couldn't catch one person.

I crawled out like a puppet, my knees covered with the blood that flowed from Zhen Wu Yan's face, and my mind went blank.

Out of the King Kong Temple, several pillars of light searched everywhere in the corner, but they never found the figure of Wu Yan.

"Why did you run away for him! You two can't help either! Zhong Yi roared furiously.

Hua Cheng was injured, and he could be heard in his tone that he was also very angry, "What are you shouting!" You see how quickly he reacts to hold your hand, you can tell that he realizes it at a glance, otherwise it would be impossible to hold the five-inch nail in his hand! ”

It turned out that Zhong Yi's knife was realized by that Wu Yan, so he stretched out his hand to block Zhong Yi's wrist.

Otherwise, that knife would never be as simple as being embedded in his face.

With Zhong Yi's strength, it is not difficult to cut a human head in half with a firewood knife.

It turned out that this was the case, that Wu Yan actually realized that it was not me who they wanted to kill, but himself, so he took measures in time to block the fatal blow and also injured Hua Cheng.

At this moment, a pillar of light swept towards me, and then quickly moved to my face, presumably to see if there was a knife wound on my face.

"Hurry up and find it!" Zhong Yi shouted, and then I heard a muffled "dong".

It is estimated that Zhong Yi kicked on the stone pillar in anger.

Now I am completely stupid, I have no idea how my position should be placed, whether I should run away or stay here.

The flashlight moved away from me, and I continued to search for that Wu Yan.

It seems that they are not interested in me.

At that moment, a hand slapped on the back of my thigh, and I was terrified.

When I turned around, I saw a man with his face covered, squatting on the ground and trembling in pain, he stretched out a finger and put it on the side of his blood-covered lips, and said in a trembling voice, "It's me... Wu Yan... Come with me..."

I don't know if it's because I'm the same person as him, but I didn't hesitate to bend down and follow him into the corner.

Fortunately, everyone was concentrated on the other side of Erlang Temple at this time, so we were not found at all.

When I came to the corner of Erlang Temple, under his guidance, I found a hole, which was only about one meter in diameter, but I could barely get into it.

He was the first to get in, and I wiped the blood from the sand with my palm.

The cave is very narrow and twists and turns, and what disturbs me the most is that it is not a passage to the surface, but a slow and continuous underground at an angle of about 15 degrees.

After about five or six minutes of climbing, he finally fell to the ground after being in front of me.

I hurried over to help him up, but I felt blood on my hands.

"How are you!" I laboriously reached forward and touched his nose.

Fortunately, there was still a faint snort.