Sure enough, the man in black who caught up also stopped and continued to keep a distance of about two meters from me. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was "embarrassed" to sneak up on me, and I didn't need to be polite to him.

I leapt forward, raised my right hand, and slammed it into his face, my feet ready to kick back. After this slap, I'm going to play dead.

This slap of mine hit my face smoothly, the sound was crisp and loud, and my hand was also a little numb from the shock.

It's just that I also got a slap in the face, and it hurt hotly.

I didn't even see him make a move, so naturally I couldn't react, and it was normal that I couldn't dodge, but why did he slap me in vain? With his slap skills, he can completely avoid my slap while hitting me.

It seems that no matter how good this guy's kung fu is, he is still a second-class guy.

No matter what it is, I still have to go according to my own plan. Fortunately, the slap was very solid, and I kicked my feet the ground, so that my body "fell" towards the dirt bag behind me in an almost horizontal direction.

The first time I played pretending to be dead, I had no experience, so I could only plagiarize the bridges in film and television works.

At the same time, I also thought about it, if the man in black dared to come over and test whether I was dead or not, I would directly take the withering ring to order him.

I hope he is really a second guy who only fights back and doesn't hit people, then we can lie here in peace.

I couldn't do it without blinking, so I had to close my eyes and pretend to be dead, relying on the ears of heaven to capture information from the outside world. What makes me depressed is that after pretending to be dead, although I did not encounter further attacks from the other party, I also did not hear the sound of him leaving.

After counting thousands of sheep in my heart, I couldn't help myself and opened my eyes.

As a result, I saw him lying next to me, and he was exactly the same as mine. Of course, his eyes were also open, opposite mine.

Now that the other party has seen through it, there is no point in pretending to be dead again. But I couldn't think of a way to get rid of this second goods on the other side for a while, so I had to continue to accompany him and lie on the ground stupidly.

His movements were silent, and the slap he had just given me was not small. I don't dare to close my eyes anymore, if he suddenly stops at some point and gives me a silent moment, then how unjust I have to die.

In any case, I have achieved the purpose of "hiding" on the battlefield. As long as the man in black on the other side continues to maintain his current state, it will not be difficult to deal with him.

I turned my mind to the others on the battlefield. My comrades-in-arms, I don't know what kind of opponent you have encountered, and whether you can have such good luck as me.

It's okay not to listen, but it scared me when I heard it. All the sounds I heard on the battlefield were from my companions, and I could not hear the heartbeat or breathing of the enemy, even though most of their opponents were short of breath and their hearts were racing.

This Inoue Kawaichi, where did you find so many masters?

The defeat was decided, so I simply stood up and wanted to take a good look at the situation on the field.

The man in black naturally stood up, but he was directly ignored by me. A tiger that doesn't know how to take the initiative to bite people, no matter how powerful it is, it is useless, and the threat it can bring is not even as good as that of a paper tiger.

On the battlefield, there are not many people fighting in pairs. The people of the new beggar gang have spontaneously formed small "teams" to join forces to fight the enemy; Their enemies, on the other hand, continue to strictly adhere to the principle of "one-to-one", each "clinging" to their own goals, so the final situation is team against team, and both sides are equal in number.

All I can see so far have been hurt. Moreover, most of them have also given up the traditional technical combat competitions and used their own spells instead, and they are all thinking about words. Flying all over the sky were stones, fireballs, flying swords, copper coins, and all kinds of rune paper......

Such a weird and spectacular scene is rare to see, should I take a photograph?

For some reason, such a heartless thought suddenly surged in my heart, and then I took out the camera that my grandmother gave me. This is a candid shooting artifact at night, without flashing, it can still be taken clearly and completely.

I took several photos in a row, and was about to open them to look at them, but I accidentally noticed that the man in black next to me was following the example of me, and seemed to be holding something similar to a camera in his hand.

Could it be that he is imitating me, doing the same?

Thinking of this, I took the camera in my hand and scratched my head. Sure enough, the guy did so.

I had another bad idea. I took something out of my arms and made a feint to throw it outward, but instead of actually making a move, I used internal force to suck it into my palm.

To my surprise, the guy wasn't deceived by me, and he only made a feint, but didn't throw out what he was holding. Moreover, the thing he was holding in his hand was exactly the same as mine, an inkstone. I don't even know when I put this thing in the library, but he actually carried it with him, and took it out at the same time as me.

Isn't that the hell?

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, so I hurriedly used the camera in my hand to take four or five shots in a row.

When I turned on my camera and found these photos, I was even more stunned. The man in the photo, the cloth that covered his face, was gone, revealing a full face. And the owner of this face is actually very similar to me, after being reborn. His two eyes, one open and one closed, were exactly what he looked like when he took the picture. But in his raised hand, there was nothing, and his camera was not captured, which was obviously an illusion.

Soon, the insects' consciousness told me that the face in the photo definitely belonged to me. Although it is not uncommon to see people who are similar in the world, it is not so easy to find a person who can make three old monsters who get along with me day and night unable to find a difference, so they told me with certainty that the person in the photo should be myself.

However, if the person in the photo, that is, the man in black opposite, is myself, what has become of this me who is thinking and moving?

I raised my camera and, without hesitation, pointed it at myself and took a picture. Maybe I didn't dare to face it, I only took one, and my hands trembled slightly when I was rummaging through the photos.

Sure enough, I wasn't in this photo.

In the photo, there is only a hanging, cold camera, exactly like the one in my hand.

Yes, it's exactly the same, the bugs have already identified it for me. (To be continued.) )