"If you want to build a tower, you still need to use bricks." The second incarnation said seriously on the side. The incarnation of the fat house said: "How about building a wall of human flesh with the corpses of Persian soldiers like Sparta did in guarding the hot springs?" I personally recommend it in good conscience. ”

It's really my own idea, and it won't come out of his mouth if it's not rancid.

Lin thought about it, but decided to follow the steps and learn the way of Gaita in reality. The first step, of course, is to cut the magic material into a suitable size and then use shaping to make bricks.

So does contouring work? Lin directed towards the severed arm, casting the magic of shaping. In the eerie green light, the arm dissolves like mud and is reshaped into a large, square brick. The aspect ratio is certainly in line with the golden ratio, which is almost intuitive.

Picking up the first brick in this dream, the three of them looked at it carefully at the same time. Although the power contained in it is a little thin, it can still be clearly felt. With the encouragement of the other two himself, and the expectant gaze, Lin walked a few steps away and pressed the first brick towards the land of dreams.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed, and the thunder rumbled. The remnant clouds were taken away by the sky, and the blue of the sky seemed to be dyed black, step by step, from day to pure black. The grasslands are also gone, and the so-called ground does not even exist. There was nothing left and right around, except for four of themselves, one dead and three alive in this nothingness.

The bricks on the ground are firmly fixed in this void, and the space above the ground is faintly delineated. The three of them looked at everything that was almost nothing, and perhaps this was the most primitive appearance behind the dream.

"So it works?" Lin asked with some uncertainty.

The incarnation of the fat house said: "Look at this posture, do you want us to build from the floor?" And it's not that I like to complain, it's just that the brick is too big. Are you going to build a pyramid? ”

The second incarnation said, "Do you think that such an environment is very similar to any interface? ”

When I heard myself say this, I realized that this black with nothing is very suitable as a software-like development interface. As soon as the thought turned in my mind, the tower of the Great Sage, which I was most familiar with and had lived in it for a while, stood in this void in the form of a dotted outline, from the foundation, the thickness of the beams and columns to the walls, and the support of the ceiling.

And in the corner of the foundation, it was the brick that had just been pressed, and it was obviously much larger. In other words, the bricks are made a little too big.

Lin stepped forward and cut off most of the bricks before performing a new shaping technique. This time, the size is just right to fill the space within the dotted line, and the score is exactly right. And it is this perfect fit that makes the bricks emit a bit of aura, rippling in the void space.

Lin smiled, and suddenly rolled forward, narrowly flashing the two knives that came from behind. He looked at the two selves who were smashing their mouths and had exaggerated expressions of regret, and said, "I have long guessed that you two sluts will sneak attack behind your back." Sure enough. ”

Before he could respond, the fat house incarnation was a knife at the short man beside him. The machete pierced through the neck and peeked out from the other side, accompanied by blood flowing down the blade. He touched his belly with one hand and said with a smile: "Then did you guess this?" ”

With a drag of the horizontal knife, the head fell to the ground. The headless body of the second incarnation fell to the ground gloomily, threw himself forward, and fell into the dust. And the same sharp pain hit Lin's neck. The feeling of a broken neck is so vivid.

Not far away, a young man wearing a junior high school uniform and shaving his head reappeared. He didn't shout loudly in anger or show any dissatisfaction, he just looked at the other two of himself.

A wordless communication is transmitted in the eyes. The three of them all know that an endless bloody battle is about to begin.

Lin stepped back, turned around, and changed into a blue-robed silver-armored young general, holding a gentian long n, and shouted: "Changshan Zhao Zilong is here!" There is a way that is an inch long and an inch strong. One of you is a fat house, and one of you is a middle two criminal, and you will be killed before you can lead your neck. My dreams are up to me. ”

The two avatars glanced at each other, and the figure of the fat house slowly faded, replaced by a man wearing a red and green horizontal striped sweater, wearing a brown and black bowler hat, and the sharp iron claws of his right hand gently slid over the cheeks covered with burn scars.

The second incarnation of the middle school has become quite burly, wearing a messy sportswear, but the hockey mask and the even larger machete in the right hand undoubtedly reproduce the classic image of a murderer.

Looking at the transformation of the two opponents, Lin couldn't help but shout: "It's not fair, you become that one is killed." ”

Five finger claws, a machete, pointed to someone who became the image of Zhao Yun in the Three Kingdoms Warriors, and said, "One inch long, one inch strong, this is what you said." To be more than the length you are the most