My first instinct was to flip the table.

Obviously, this world is not real at all.

It's a fantasy.

And it's a very powerful illusion.

It's about the same as Ben and Really, I don't even know when I got into it.

If you are a person with a sharp brain, it is estimated that you will not be able to find it even when you are old.

What the hell.

It's worse than seeing hell in the daytime... Incredible.

You must know that I am now in Tianjing, which way of demons and monsters dare to go to Tianjing to engage in illusions.

Unless I'm still in Jiuli Prison now, everything that happened before is an illusion?

I shook my head and pushed the thought out of my head.

I'm not so sluggish.

I kicked the table over, exclaimed, "Who? ”

My voice pierced far away, but I didn't hear an echo.

I gritted my teeth and decided to break this shrawl thing in the simplest and crudest way possible.

I remember hearing people say before... Well, I forgot who I heard from me. Anyway, the gist of it is that the illusion and the things in the illusion are all constructed in the mind of the people in the realm, and as long as everything in the illusion mirror is smashed, you can get out. The people of the cloth are almost fools.

Of course, I don't have to be so extreme, as long as I smash some things, the unnamed brother should compromise.

After all, no matter what you want to do, you have to do it without becoming a fool.

Of course, my heart is still kind, and I decided to give this benevolent brother one last chance. I shouted: "You hidden head and tail rat, you rebellious, reckless ### (unbearable automatic shielding), in short, in short. If you don't get out of here, you'll smash it. ”

It was still quiet, not a hint of wind. A willow tree on the side is automatically windless and gently swaying.

I rolled up my sleeves, Marry.

Just when I'm going to smash it. I suddenly got up from the table.

It felt a little dazed.

I don't know if that trip was a fantasy or a dream.

I scratched my scalp.

It feels a little annoying.

It suddenly occurred to me that dreams are also a kind of illusion, but the people in the dreams are also cloth people.

I smacked my head again.

What do you think? What about philosophy?

I put my mind on it, and the first thing I needed was to see if I was still in the illusion.

Suddenly, I felt someone behind me tap me on the shoulder: "What do you want?" ”

I looked back and saw that it was the rain master who was rolling his eyes at me with disgust.

…… That's right this time, as long as it is not a person with a particularly clear brain circuit, he would not have thought that the famous rain master would be like this in private.

I stuffed the pile of scrolls handed to me by the young man before and the summary that I didn't add at all into the rain master's arms: "Come on, work hard." ”

The rain master looked at the scroll as high as a mountain in his arms, and twitched: "Still not a brother?" ”

I simply said neatly: "My mother only gave birth to me." ”

………

We were relatively speechless, and he was about to leave with this mess in his arms, when I suddenly realized something...

"Wait, wait, wait." I hurriedly stopped the rain and said almost incoherently, "Wait a minute, let me take another look." ”

"What's wrong again." The rain master said helplessly.

"Wait a minute, show me," I hurried