Wan Yi stretched out his hand, and the quill on the desk in the distance came to his hand, and he looked at the content behind the script, he did not hesitate, and followed the continuous voice in his ear, and started writing together.

He hasn't directly changed the content of the script for a long time, and although that permission is very critical, every revision is very reluctant, and it is difficult to control the real follow-up trend of the script, and the later it is, the more difficult it is.

And after he has given up making people in the play, this ability has been completely forgotten.

But now that it is being used again, it is only the intention of a dead horse to be a live horse doctor.

This time, however, when the pen touches on the script of the disaster, it is far smoother than the script of the people in the play, and the power and energy expended by leaving only a few words can almost make a sentence jump onto the page.

Wan Yi gradually realized that his use of the golden finger of theater was indeed too superficial.

However, although the consumption has decreased a lot, it still exists.

Especially after some words are written, they will also be corrected by themselves, and the progress must be constantly adjusted, so as to give this troublesome god-killing disaster a decent ending.

When his brushstrokes were no longer able to continue, the sound of writing in his ears gradually drowned out the noisy sounds of the other doppelgangers in Wan Yi's mind day and night.

Wan Yi's mind was blank for the first time in a long time.

However, it was only for a moment.

When he woke up, he was no longer in the theater, he was being carried and galloped, and the person carrying him was the spectrum, and the heart spectrum was escorted on the side.

"Why do you want to wake up at last?!" Spectrum sensed Wan Yi's condition and shouted directly.

"I lost my mind." Wan was amazed.

What strange spectrum family, what self-adaptation disaster, the unsolvable "macro pole", and even the mysterious permission unlocking of the theater are not as big as the impact of this last loss of consciousness that made Wan Yi almost faint.

Why can't it be longer?

His mood fluctuated slightly.

But the gossip of Wan Yizhi in his mind made him quickly get rid of this emotion.

Alas, we still have to continue to share weal and sorrow.

"? it! Damn?! Ontology, your network has just been broken!? ”

"Did you learn to unplug the network cable? Good brothers! You can't eat alone! ”

"Yes, trust us! Even if we do not pull the cable, we will never betray you! ”

"No one asks if you're going to betray, there's no silver here, right?"

After looking at it carefully, I was in a daze, leaving a blank space in my mind...... It seems that all attention has been forcibly monopolized. ”

"Huh? Cut. ”

The doppelganger's enthusiasm is so real.

The corners of Wan Yi's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to take a look, and found that "Hongji" was chasing him persistently, and it seemed that the current hatred of seeking enemies was completely determined to die on Wan Yi because of his actions.

"I'll drop my ancestors! You can't drop the chain! No one can be relied on here! The hope of a comeback is on you! Spectrum thought that Wan Yi hadn't reacted, and he was very worried.

Xinpu also breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, and then said: "You just froze after you met that monster, and that monster directly chased and attacked you, and then countless hands and feet appeared on your body at once, taking you to escape, and countless you helped you block the deadly attack that the monster couldn't parry." Finally sent you to the Spectrum......"

These Wan Yi also had an impression, but at that time he was reading the script of "Hongji" and then writing the script.

All the ghost crying wolf howls were skipped by him.

This is probably the closest he has come to death since the Third Research Institute, if the doppelganger doesn't take the initiative to help him resist, then his pretty good body won't be able to take a blow at all in front of "Hongji".

recalls the picture of the clones taking Wan Yi, whose body is stagnant in the outside world, for the speed of life and death.

The clones couldn't help but sigh: "This is a relay race that is enough to create a classic in film history!" ”

"It's just that the baton is really an eyesore."

Wan Yi was silent, and he couldn't help but feel a movement in his heart, and gentle words subconsciously flowed out of his mind: "Are you so sick?" ”

What are you doing to save him?

Wan also felt that he had blown up.

He almost died!

At the end of today's hard work, I suddenly realized that I had missed the perfect opportunity to end my miserable journey, and Wan was going to be depressed.

Write about other people's endings, don't you hurry up and write yourself to death.

"Hehe, it's not that good, does the ontology remember what I said about the possibility of our death?" Brother Hyundai said with a smile.

One possibility is that the ability only recognizes one body, and when the body dies, all ten thousand people will die together, and everyone will be happy. But after such a long period of experience, even if there is no definite evidence, Wan Yi is not very convinced of this possibility.

The other may be more realistic.

When one ontology falls, there will be thousands of ontologies coming forward to succeed you.

It was a terrible sight.

The clones are all in danger.

Instead of starting an uncertain precedent, it is better to keep the body and let him continue to torture, and it is best to maintain the status quo!

Wan also sighed.

The mentality quickly adjusted back.

"What's that......" spectrum is fragmented.

"What's wrong?" Wan Yi was not in a very good mood and asked indifferently.

"Can you get off me if you can go on your own?" Spectral channels.

Wan Yi, who was deep in thought for "......", forgot that he was still being carried on his shoulders by the spectrum.

"Keep carrying." Wan Yidao.

"Tsk." The spectrum smacked his tongue, but he didn't refuse, who made Wan Yi an uncle.

"Have you made a gain? I just suddenly approached it...... "The heart spectrum changed countless things to block the "macro pole" behind him, which couldn't keep up with the speed of the spectrum at all, and took the time to ask.

"Well, there you have it, let's wait a minute." Wan also replied a little absent-mindedly.

Both the spectrum and the cardiogram express doubts.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him.

It turned out to be the monster, and suddenly it began to detonate itself in a big way.

And the explosion intensified.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Don't talk about this, anyway, it's going to blow itself up, let's take refuge on the Yijia first." Wan Yidao.

"Huh?"

Self-detonation is just that guy's habitual output method, even if you let it blow itself up, it doesn't seem to be of much use, right?

The spectral and cardiogram doubts are obvious.

"I modified its concept of 'regeneration', and there was no way to weaken it, but to force it to end its infinite cycle of regeneration. However, because the concept of 'regeneration' is so large, the full stop of wanting to stop it will also release a lot of energy. When it manifests, it's a huge explosion. ”

Wan Yi's words did not make the two scores react.

"Don't look at me like that, I've done my best, it's really hard to write it to death, this big bang is the best outcome." Wan Yi added again.

"No, we don't even understand what you've done." Spectrum is difficult.

Is it possible to modify the basic concept of a calamity?

Xin Pu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something, and looked at Wan Yi with a rare obvious surprise in his calm green eyes.

"Could it be the ......?"

Wan also bowed silently.

In the silence of the spectrum, he also roughly understood something, so he quickened his pace.

"By the way, what about onions and imps?" Wan Yi turned his head and asked.

"Here! Sister Spectrum is too fast! I almost missed it! The fluttering white sheets suddenly appeared, and the spirit spectrum grabbed the scabbard of the spectrum, and it was difficult to speak.

She didn't just pick up the spectrum, but directly possessed into the scabbard of the spectrum.

Holding a screaming onion in his hand, his newly recovered spirit has a tendency to go out of his way again under the horror of "Hongji".

"We're leaving." Wan Yi said.

The blockade of this pit was lifted, and all the spectrums were able to see the light of day again, and they scattered and fled.

Wan Yi changed his posture, from a posture of being carried in a not very good-looking position, to a hanging erlang sitting behind the spectrum.

is still the same sentence, Wan is also the number one uncle on the scene, she has to endure it.

"Hongji"'s thick arm pulled on the edge of the deep pit, and he also crawled out after Wan Yi, but as soon as he came up, a continuous explosion occurred on his body again, and he directly began to expand the crater.

In between the runs, a series of explosions and craters were left behind.

"Ahhh Every time there is an explosion, it will be followed by a roar, and the mood of "Hongji" is still weak and there is no regularity.

Suddenly, Lingpu glanced at the fleeing scorers around him and whispered, "If there is going to explode here next...... Do you want to tell them? ”

"Why do you want to tell them?" Spectrum said indifferently, without the need to alert a group of enemies, even though they had been one sister.

“…… Tell them. The sound of the spectrum suddenly sounded in the heart of the spectrum.

“…… Are you serious? Do you think they'll forgive you that way? Don't be stupid, aren't their emotions real? Now this kind of kindness will only make them disgusting after being suppressed! "The spectrum hits the nail on the head.

She couldn't believe why the color spectrum of refined egoism was suddenly like this.

Obviously, it is the most useless and humble of their outcasts, but the most obsessed with face.

"Just because I'm blown away by what I'm looking for." Chromatography said softly.

"You all seem to have a lot of memories here."

"But I still don't have a clue."

"It's as if everything here has nothing to do with me, and so many of your painful or beautiful memories have nothing to do with me."

"I'm probably not her, just an outsider who was once proud of inheriting her inheritance."

"So, I'm scared and shocked here."

"Please let them know, please."

The spectrum was silent for a long time, and Wan also noticed the changes in her mood under her, as well as several other emotions carried by her, which were also fluctuating wonderfully.

In the end, Spectrum just looked at the Spectrum of Hearts: "Spectrum of Hearts, do me a favor." ”

Wan was also a little surprised.

At the same time, Hongji's self-explosion entered the next stage, and countless well-imitated humanistic buildings began to be razed to the ground.

This beautiful tomb also seems to be coming to an end.

(End of chapter)