The knife in his hand quickly came out of his hand, and soon, it was about to fly out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In his mind, he had calculated everything, such as the direction and speed of the wind, the shape of the knife and the flow of air, etc., almost everything, everything that could affect the knife, he had already calculated it.

Not the slightest omission, at least that's what he thought.

In this extremely short period of time, perhaps only a second or two, he had almost everything done without missing anything.

"Missed, missed!" he thought to himself, at this time, he already felt that something was very wrong, as if he was thinking that something was interfering with him, so that his attack must not be hit!

"No, how could I think that......" he shook his head decisively, as if he wanted to shake all this bad thought out of his head. "No, it shouldn't be like this! Since my knife is already in my hand, it means that the arrow has to be fired on the string, and it must be hit! Only the hit, not lost!"

He thought to himself, and even forcibly hypnotized himself, wanting to make himself like he imagined, to be able to have an absolute hit rate.

Under the attack of these two ideas, he did not play a little abnormally, but played as usual.

At the moment when the knife was struck, it seemed that everything had entered into an empty and silent everything, as if there was nothing, no sound, no object, no one in sight, only something called the target.

Maybe it was silence, maybe it was a loud voice, but in short, he barely heard anything.

Except for the sound of the blade whistling in the air, it must have been nothing!

"Medium, medium!" he thought to himself, in his eyes, almost everything was slow, very, very slow, slow motion like bullet time, which made him feel not only very focused, but so focused that even the object was slowed down into slow motion.

As long as you want, you can see every movement of the blade.

and ripples as they cut through the air, as well as other marks, such as those that break through the air as they slash through the air.

"Medium, medium, medium!" he thought to himself, looking at the traces of the blade's movement, he felt that it must be a sure hit!

According to his experience, the trajectory of the blade is predicted, and the subsequent trajectory is calculated through the calculation of the existing orbit, so that the place of the hit can be known.

Experience is really a very amazing thing, he has almost figured out all the orbital data in this short period of time, in this very short time, about one to two seconds, like a super computer, in a short period of time, has calculated all the data.

And these calculated data, all of this is telling him, it will definitely be hit!

"That's right!" he thought to himself, the uneasiness in his heart that he hadn't been hit, and his eyes were staring at the flying knife moving in the air, almost popping out.

However, the closer this knife got to the target, his experience told him that it was sure to hit, and the closer he got to it, the more likely it was for his reason to tell him to hit!

But, at the same time, there was another voice in his heart, a voice that was not so harmonious.

This voice does not give him the answer he wants, on the contrary, this answer is what he does not want, which makes him feel uneasy.

However, this answer was instinctive, which made him feel very uneasy.

"It must hit!" Seeing that the blade was almost a little bit of a needle tip away, his heart had been pushed to the limit, almost the height of his throat.

And that, it only takes a little distance for him to see how this knife pierces that woman in the heart!

At this moment, he suddenly showed an unbelievable look.

"What's going on? This, this, this is unreasonable! It's not reasonable at all! How can it be missed? This obviously can't be missed! It's impossible!" His heart was almost crazy.

I want crazy revenge for this unreasonable phenomenon.

Why? Perhaps what could be more frustrating for a marksman than a sure blow and not hitting?

Of course not!

However, what is even more sad is that he has just reached a new level, that is, he is beginning to be able to see this world with his mind, especially when he is concentrated, extremely concentrated, he can have the same effect as bullet time slow motion!

This is undoubtedly a leap for a marksman like him, who can be 360 degrees without dead ends, and freely adjust this perspective.

If you can hit, then it is the beginning of entering a new world!

But it's all ruined! It's all ruined!

Because, the knife was not hit, that's all, but for him, the blow was already big enough.

All these new feelings and new experiences have come to an abrupt end, all of them have disappeared.

It's all gone! It's hard for him to be a blow that can't be accepted at all!

Because, what does this mean? This feeling means that he can see things again, that he can see the light again! So that he, a blind man, can realize his dream, although it is not the same feeling as he imagined, but it is more beautiful, more wonderful.

And yet, all this was ruined, all destroyed!

It brought him back to that dark world, a dark one who couldn't see his fingers, and even worse than that, because he couldn't see anything, it had always been like this. After a long time like this, it is simply torture for a person!

After seeing hope, his heart almost fell into ecstasy, but it was not long before this hope, this hope that relieved him, was destroyed alive in front of him!

How can this not make people go crazy, not despair, not make people suffer?

He was going crazy.

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