The moment this thought crossed Zhuo Xuan's mind like lightning, the surrounding scene suddenly and eerily still.

A few wisps of blood splashed into the air froze, like a few deserters in the green silk dancing with the girl's gentle steps. Alice's eyes were still sad as she stared at her; Deng Dong, who was slowly approaching the girl, seemed to be frozen in the photo, his face was hideous, and in his hand was the tricky dagger "magic spear" that had never been mastered by Zhuo Xuan!

In an instant, everything became a blur.

First of all, there were a few sparse points, which made Zhuo Xuan almost mistakenly think that this was an illusion; Immediately afterwards, dense and cold raindrops continued to hit his face, causing his rapid breathing to suffocate suddenly, and his chaotic consciousness dissipated, and the scene in front of him suddenly became clear-

The dim light reflected the pale face of a middle-aged man, and within the rough skin of his cheeks, it seemed as if a thumb-long worm was wriggling wildly. Every exercise made Xu Hao's face even paler.

Xu Hao's miserable appearance made Zhuo Xuan slightly distracted, and then he heard the man's cry for help: "Help me!" Help me! Help me—"

In front of him, a sharp, flickering dagger lay quietly in the rain, letting it wash over its body, emitting a chill.

Life and death are in the palm of a thought.

Zhuo Xuan pursed his lips, as if he felt the reality of the scene in front of him. He paced slowly, approaching the middle-aged man who thought that everything was still in the plan, and a trace of pity suddenly rose in his heart.

Zhuo Xuan bent down and picked up the extremely strange dagger. He didn't see that the corners of Xu Hao's mouth, who had been tortured, outlined a cruel smile.

When Zhuo Xuan looked condescendingly at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground with an indifferent gaze again, the other party was still constantly begging for mercy.

"Help me, it's yours! ……”

Poof!

Zhuo Xuan held the dagger spear in his hand and placed it on his chest with a cold expression. That streamer-like blade popped out at the speed of light, piercing Xu Hao's throat almost in the blink of an eye!

"For ...... Miscellaneous...... ......"

The middle-aged man wanted to ask such a question, but when he tried to make a sound, blood foamed down his throat, and a terrible wound splattered with a large pool of blood.

The blood mixed with the rain and spread around Zhuo Xuan's body.

The cold stagnant water reflected his quiet figure, bathed in the rain, like a lifeless sculpture in the street park.

Countless doubts frantically poured into Zhuo Xuan's heart, he was as breathless as a drowning man, and countless thoughts repeatedly surfaced in his mind, trying to unfold an unfathomable riddle for him.

This is not the first time that it has failed.

If there really is any protagonist aura in this world, Zhuo Xuan will definitely not think that he is the patron of this aura.

In the cruel world of the Chosen One, whether it is facing the treacherous and terrifying beasts in the containment mission or the Chosen One who can't look directly into their hearts, the only way to failure is "death".

The first time the mission failed, it was probably in the mission that went deep into the fifth layer of dreams. Because he misjudged the carrier of the beast, Zhuo Xuan, who was only a few meters away, lost the courage to continue his actions and was completely devoured by the beast.

But when Zhuo Xuan woke up in a trance, the task came to an end strangely.

Maybe someone else did it.

Unable to rule out this possibility, Zhuo Xuan couldn't take into account more scenarios, so he completely left it behind.

However, in this mission, he died one after another, but he could still rewrite history unharmed, appear in front of the slim life again and again, and hold on tightly.

If it was really his long-missing father, then why didn't he come out to see him?

In fact, as time went on, Zhuo Xuan became more aware of the unreality of this expectation.

If it weren't for Dad, then who had escaped death several times and carved a way out of the end of death, who was secretly helping him?

With such a question, Zhuo Xuan was horrified to find that his body was becoming blurry little by little, like snow melting after the rain, bit by bit, melting and disappearing......

……

"As you can see. My name is Deng Dong. ”

"Surprised? This is my 'trick', doppelganger! ”

“…… You are so poor and lonely, why don't you die early? ”

Everything is playing out again.

Like the screeching noise of the elevated light rail passing through Zhuo Xuan's ears, he opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely.

The darkness in front of him dissipated, and only a young man with black-rimmed glasses who looked embarrassed and had a gloomy face was hugging his shoulder tightly with one hand, as if he had suffered some kind of irreversible damage.

He stared at Zhuo Xuan as if he were looking at a terrifying monster.

"You, who the hell is ......" Deng Dong's lips cracked and blackened, "You decisively killed my doppelganger from the beginning...... With such judgment and combat power, you can never be a nobody......"

Time and space have been reversed!

Zhuo Xuan's breathing became rapid, and he looked at Alice who was intact beside him: the girl's face was ruddy, frowning slightly, and the pajamas on her body were messy and tattered. She seemed to notice Zhuo Xuan's gaze, and suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhuo Xuan.

"What are you waiting for, don't you want to kill him?" Alice raised her chin and motioned for Zhuo Xuan to hurry up.

It's weird.

Just moments later, a battle that was supposed to end came to an end, and it ended in a resounding victory. Zhuo Xuan didn't know what kind of method he had adopted in the process of reversing time and space, but at this moment, one of his hearts was pounding, almost jumping out of his throat!

It's time to make a choice.

Zhuo Xuan is no longer the simple-minded person who will trust others for no reason. Becoming what it is now, for Zhuo Xuan, there is nothing to regret. He knew that if he didn't reverse the ending, then it would be himself and Alice who would die here.

That being the case.

Zhuo Xuan's gaze was calm, and he looked at Deng Dong, who had lost his ability to fight, and approached this scheming young man step by step. As if he had anticipated his death, the other party showed a miserable smile, and wisps of blood oozed from his mouth.

Zhuo Xuan suddenly stopped and stood in front of Deng Dong. He stretched out his right hand in lightning and clamped it to his neck!!

It doesn't feel like it's touching the skin.

On Zhuo Xuan's right hand, a crimson glove covered his rough skin and hard bones, the texture of human skin was suffocating, and the extremely real touch surprised Zhuo Xuan.

Tricksters: Gloves of Trickery!