Before today, Zhao Wenbin never thought that there would be such a person in the Snow Country.

This man, low-key and mysterious, yet unfathomable.

He is not an officer, he is not a general, he is just a singer, but he cares about the people of the world.

He didn't like the imperial government, Dong Qun, or Xiaotian, but he adhered to his patriotic principles and wanted to do his part for the country.

Perhaps, he was waiting for someone, someone who deserved his genuine willingness to devote himself wholeheartedly to assistance.

"Leng Jing, I thank you for letting me go, but what about my subordinates, my 50,000 guards."

"They're in the Labyrinth Realm, I'll take you to see it." After Leng Jing finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the endless wilderness gradually disappeared, turning into a metropolis full of high-rise buildings.

But this is no ordinary metropolis, there are many walls that are taller than tall buildings. These walls are so strong that they cannot be destroyed by any means. The tall walls stretch all the way to the clouds, connecting heaven and earth.

Leng Jing and Zhao Wenbin stood at the top of a skyscraper, watching the strange giant wall move around. Looking down from the top, there are many soldiers running around on horseback, as if searching for a way out.

"What the hell is this place?" Zhao Wenbin asked.

"The labyrinth realm is a moving labyrinth that I made with my mind. Your 50,000 guards are navigating the labyrinth, searching for a way out. Leng Jing explained.

"How tall are those walls?" Zhao Wenbin pointed to the wall where the roof could not be seen.

"There is no height, there is no boundary. People trapped in the maze should not try to jump high or float with their abilities, because they won't reach the top. If you want to get out of the labyrinth, you have to honestly look for an exit. ”

"Are you really God? I made this kind of thing with my mind. ”

"I am the god of this mirrored world, and I can make anything with my mind, but it can only be a dead thing, not a living thing."

"It's amazing to do whatever you want." Zhao Wenbin felt that the scene in front of him was incredible.

"My original plan was to trap these soldiers for a day and a night so that my transport group could move west."

"You said before that you trapped Xiaotian for three days, why did you plan to do it for a day and a night this time?"

"Because of the numbers, it's not just your 50,000 soldiers trapped in the mirror world right now, but also many birds and beasts that have strayed into the range. In short, any creature that reaches that range will automatically enter the mirror world. I can't control this large number for a long time, so one day and one night is the limit. ”

"Cold mirror, in fact, you don't have to be sleepy. I will leave with my troops, this time I lost, I lost convincingly, so I will lead them to retreat and not disturb your westward advance. ”

Zhao Wenbin finished speaking, but Leng Jing suddenly fell silent, and he didn't reply.

Zhao Wenbin, who felt strange, turned his head to look at Leng Jing and found that Leng Jing was stunned with a strange expression.

"Leng Jing, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, Leng Jing's abdomen suddenly began to ooze blood, and the blood gradually stained Leng Jing's clothes red.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Wenbin was shocked.

"Someone, someone in front of me." Leng Jing's eyes widened.

"Who?"

"I'll disarm the ability first."

Suddenly, the whole body of the cold mirror glowed, and then disappeared. Not only that, but the entire city, all the walls, the soldiers underneath, and Zhao Wenbin's body all turned into glowing particles and finally disappeared.

"Boom!"

As soon as the picture turned, Zhao Wenbin opened his eyes, and he found himself on a 50-meter-wide avenue, and the guards behind him were also there.

The soldiers looked left and right, and all of them began to talk nonsense.

"Where is this?"

"Where did we just go?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Wow, how can there be a truck that explodes here?"

"Who did this? Good thing I'm wearing armor. ”

Zhao Wenbin looked around, he was looking for someone, Leng Jing.

"What about people? Where is he? ”

On the other side, more than 500 meters away, there is a corner of an iron tower. Leng Jing covered his abdomen and looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

In front of the cold mirror, there stood a woman with a bloody dagger in her hand.

"You...... Who are you? Leng Jing asked.

"No...... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stab you, I'm just a little curious. Lias replied.

"Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you are the caster, and your eyes are always on the army in the distance. Within a certain range of the Guards, all of them have fallen into super illusions, and any living creature will be hit by it, I guessed right. ”

"Which force are you from?" Leng Jing glared at Lias.

Lias felt the cold mirror gradually increase in strength, and quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, really don't get me wrong. I'm not malicious, I don't belong to any party, I'm just here to watch the show, don't be nervous. ”

"If you don't say it, I can only force you to say it." Leng Jing instantly drew his saber and stabbed at Lias.

Lias was prepared, and before she could unsheath her sword, she threw a characteristic smoke grenade.

"Bang!" Smoke grenades explode and smoke bursts out.

Fearing danger, Leng Jing immediately jumped and flew into the air, away from the range of the smoke bomb.

By the time the mirror landed on the ground, the woman was already gone.

Leng Jing wondered very much: Who is that person? It looks like it's from the European continent.

"Boom, boom, boom......" There was a faint sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

"Cold Mirror!" Zhao Wenbin shouted as he ran towards the cold mirror.

In less than a minute, Zhao Wenbin rode in front of Leng Jing.

"My probe just sensed the change in your combat power and let me know your location, are you okay?" Zhao Wenbin looked at Leng Jing's abdomen.

"It's not a big deal, it's not a fatal injury, and the wound isn't deep."

"Who the hell hurt you?"

"It's a Caucasian woman, and it's supposed to be from Europe."

"How did people from the continent come here? How could she come and stab you? Zhao Wenbin was puzzled.

"I don't know."

"I have some herbs that can quickly stop the bleeding and relieve the injury." Zhao Wenbin got off the horse and took out a plastic bag from his saddle backpack.

The plastic bag contained a green herb that Leng Jing recognized as having the effect of stopping bleeding and relieving injuries.

Zhao Wenbin handed the herb to Leng Jing, but Leng Jing hesitated slightly.

"Trust me, it's really a medicinal herb." Zhao Wenbin plucked a small leaf and put it on the wound on his injured arm.

"I didn't disbelieve you. I just feel like your attitude has become overly enthusiastic, and I feel a little weird. Leng Jing said as he applied the herb to his abdomen.

"You're the first to convince me, and I really don't want us to be enemies if you can."

"I don't want to, either, but now the situation is forcing it."

"Let's talk about it later, I plan to take the guards back to the base camp of Baoding City, you can rest assured that you will go west." Zhao Wenbin smiled.

"Aren't you afraid that Wei Chi will blame you for doing this?"

"I'm thankful you can let me go. I'll tell Wei Chi all the truth and let him decide. Blame it or not, let's talk about it, I don't care anyway. ”

"Okay, then we'll see a while." Leng Jing also smiled.

In the end, Zhao Wenbin gave Leng Jing a horse and asked him to rush back to the large army of the transport regiment.

Zhao Wenbin looked at the cold mirror under the blue sky and rode away, thinking: Leng Jing, you are likely to be a person who can influence the fate of the times.

Say one thing.

April 2018.

It's been a long time since I've had a double shift.

This month, I've been working on double shifts, 5,000 words a day, and spending 4 to 5 hours a day writing. Every day was in a hurry, super rushed.

5,000 words a day, persist for a month, and you will get a full attendance award of 500 yuan for the manuscript fee of Zongheng Chinese. But at the beginning of the month, I failed for a day.

However, the site allows for a day of surprises.

So after that, I kept sticking to it, 5,000 words a day, until April 24th.

On the evening of April 24, at 23:59, I finished writing 5,000 words. I hurriedly posted it, and as a result, sensitive words appeared. It took me dozens of seconds to change this sensitive word.

Finally, it was 0:00:02 on April 25 when it was updated.

Just like that, I lost 500 yuan, just 2 seconds short.

500 yuan, accounting for more than half of my total manuscript fee, I am still quite heartbroken.

After all, my subscription was far from ideal, and very few people paid to support the genuine version, and very few people were willing to pay to read it.

I stared at the screen in a daze for several minutes, about five minutes, but my mood was still not completely calm.

After that, I clicked on the tip record list, this month's tip record list.

After reading the transcript, my mood quickly recovered.

Moved, gradually replacing the original loss.

I really, really, really, sincerely thank you and everyone who gave me tips.

I can get to know you people, and fate is too.

Thank you very much, Leng Jing, Tianpeng, Absolute City, Breaking the Sky, Killing God, Mo Condolence, Lin, Zhao Wenbin, etc., etc......

There are so many names that I can't list them all, but they are all recorded in the book.

This month, no matter how much I write, there will be no full attendance. But I'll continue to update, so let's make a tentative update for now. I'll take a moment for a while, because I'm in a hurry every day, and I want to take a break and save some manuscripts.

Because, next month, I'll have a double change.

That is, after 5 days, I will continue to double watch.

This one, like a bus, keeps moving. During this period, a lot of people came up, but also a lot of people went down. Some people's enthusiasm will dissipate over time, but there are still a small number of people who persevere.

What am I writing about? Perhaps, it's just you.

I hope you will continue to persevere...... Don't forget...... This bus needs you to keep going.

As the saying goes, those who have money contribute money, and those who have power contribute. People who don't want to give tips and don't want to pay to see the genuine version, please help me publicize it, introduce it to classmates and friends, and let more people know about it.

Let more people know about Leng Jing, Tianpeng, Jeecheng, Breaking the Sky, Killing God, Mo Cong, Lin, Zhao Wenbin, etc.

I don't know exactly how long this bus will run, but it will reach the end. Moreover, the car is accelerating, the plot is accelerating.

At the end of the station, I will announce all the people who have given tips. (I'm recording people who have added groups, and I suggest that tippers can add a group: 615196771.) ）

(Special thanks to this month's right-hand supporter, Leng Jing.) ）

Finally, thank you all again!

This is the third diary entry of the writing period, recorded on April 25, 2018.

When I'm old, when I look back on this, I will definitely have mixed feelings.