The alliance was renovated a few years ago.

The minister in charge of this renovation is an out-and-out sci-fi fan. Lianmei entered and exited the door, and was waved by his big hand, and it became what it is today.

"This place requires spiritual power to open. ”

Song Chang entered a little aura into the button on the right, and the elevator door opened.

The elevator is clean, there are no buttons on the four walls of the elevator, and all of them are equipped with smooth mirrors on the whole surface, even the bottom and the top of the head.

The three of them walked in, and as soon as the elevator door closed, the entire elevator was filled with the images of the three of them.

"You also need to use spiritual power inside to make the elevator move. ”

Song Chang's right palm slapped on the mirror, conveying aura to the mirror.

With Song Chang's right palm as the center, the red spiritual power rippled around the mirror like ripples.

The elevator runs, not going up, but slowly going down.

Song Changyou raised his eyebrows at Wen Yun, and smiled a little uneasily, "Yun'er, do you want to compete with Ah Duan to try the instantaneous output of spiritual power?"

"How do you compare?"

"This mirror is quite interesting, it can sense the amount of your spiritual power. Look at this ripple," Song Chang increased the output of spiritual power on the right, and the ripples rippled more and more tightly.

"The more rapid the ripples, the greater your spiritual power output. ”

Wen Yun instantly had zero interest, and the spiritual power was in the palm of his hand, slapping the mirror on the left, and the purple spiritual power slowly swayed.

Song Changyou squeezed his eyes at Li Chidui, Li Chidui hesitated for a while, and saw that Wenyun was full of interest, propped his palm on the mirror behind him, and silver ripples appeared.

"Come, get ready, when I shout to start, let's all deliver spiritual power together. ”

"One, two, three, go!"

Song Changyou gave an order, and the three of them injected spiritual power into the mirror at the same time, and on the mirror, there were circles of ripples, constantly rippling.

The red ripples can also be seen in the gaps between the lines.

The other two purple ripples and silver ripples are almost connected, and the entire mirror is a purple and a silver.

The two are on par.

Wen Yun and Li Chiwei glanced at each other, and the other hand tacitly supported the mirror at the same time, and only silver and purple remained on the entire mirror, and the two colors still had a tendency to leave their respective mirrors and invade the next door.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the elevator shook for a moment and then suddenly stopped.

The elevator was dusty, the mirror was mottled with cracks, and the elevator door was protruding several times. The red lights on the elevator are constantly flashing, and the beeping sirens are constantly sounding.

The soles of Wen Yun's feet were numb from the violent concussion, and she held on to the mirror, stabilized her figure, and pressed down the discomfort in her chest.

Wen Yun raised his head and saw that Song Changyou was about to speak, when the elevator door slammed open a gap, and then a few round things, smoking and being thrown in.

Song Changyou looked at the round and smoking thing, and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, "Oh, it's over!"

"What the hell is this?" Wen Yun opened her mouth, and a trace of smoke rushed into her mouth and nose, causing her to cough and tears to stop flowing.

The smoke was filled, the elevator was full, and the three of them couldn't see each other's expressions.

The sound of coughing filled the space, and even the sirens outside could not suppress it.

After more than ten minutes, the elevator gradually fell silent.

The elevator door slowly opened, and a row of people holding wooden bombs and wearing gas masks stood outside, waiting for them.

Wen Yun half-squinted his eyes, burst into tears, and looked out, only to see a row of vague figures.

She took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from the space and poured it on her handkerchief, wiping her eyes, and the irritation in her eyes subsided a little.

Wen Yunqiang opened his eyes and checked the situation.

Song Changyou and Li Chidui on the side were also extremely embarrassed.

Especially Li Chidui, his eyes were squinted, and there were two lines of undried tears on his cold handsome face.

The black and white on his face were staggered, and he was embarrassed that Wen Yun had never seen before.

Wen Yun coughed, suppressing the laugh that was about to explode in his throat.

She pulled out another handkerchief, soaked it in spiritual spring liquid, and put it into Li Chidu's hand

Turning his head to see Song Changyou's tears still overflowing, Wen Yun was silent and admired for a few seconds, without the slightest intention of giving Song Changyou a handkerchief.

If it weren't for Song Changyou's proposal, they wouldn't have ended up like this.

Wen Yun knew that he was a little angry, but he still wanted Song Changyou to suffer a little, and he always felt that Song Changyou didn't have something clear just now.

Wen Gong looked out the door.

Seven or eight people blocked the outside of the elevator, and all the people at the wooden warehouse pointed at Wenyun and the three.

Wen Yun touched Li Chiwan with his elbow, "Shall we raise our hands?" was pointed at his head by so many people with a wooden warehouse, and Wen Yun was also the first to suffer.

Novelty is more than fear.

"What's going on?" Song Changyou wiped his tears, his realm was the lowest, and his resistance to these things was naturally not as strong as Wen Yun's.

His eyes were stinging, and when he opened a slight slit, tears flowed profusely.

In order to reduce tears, Song Changyou could only close his eyes tightly, unable to see the situation, and did not know that Wen Yun and Li Chiwei had already opened their eyes and returned to normal.

Li Chiwan glanced at Song Changyou coldly, then turned his eyes away and looked out of the elevator without saying a word.

Song Changyou was abandoned by the two.

Wen rolled his eyes and raised a smile, "A row of people outside pointed at our heads with wooden silos, ready to shoot at any moment. ”

Song Changyou coughed, tears flowing more fiercely, "Don't ...... Don't shoot, we're our own people,"

Wenyun: "They didn't listen, and they made gestures to make us put our hands behind our heads and lie on the ground." ”

Song Changyou was anxious when he heard this, "We are really our own people, is Song Yunfan, the leader of the fifth group of your security department, here? ”

Footsteps sounded, and the person outside the elevator left a person.

Wenyun: "Some of them went to shout, look at their gestures, or let us do what they asked, if we don't do it, they will really shoot." When the time comes, we can't wait for anyone to come. The form is stronger than the people, let's listen to them first. ”

Wen Yun squatted down, made a few laughing sounds, looked up at Song Changyou and said, "Ah You, get down, Ah Du and I are both lying down." If you don't move, your head will bloom. ”

Song Changyou listened to the voice from below, his face turned pale and black, he gritted his teeth, put his hands behind his head, and went to the ground.

I'm really going to my grandmother's house to lose face today.

The good news is that he is not alone.

It's a pity that the eyes are not good, otherwise I really want to see Li Chidu's current expression.

Outside the elevator, they silently watched Wenyun singing a one-man show: ...... (?°?°?)

They didn't have anything, they just silently ate a melon.

This girl's operation of pit teammates is too slippery.

They looked at the man lying on the ground with sympathetic looks in their eyes.