Bella frowned: "Need me ......"

"No, you stay here."

As he spoke, Yan Luge unfolded the phantom limbs behind him, still in the form of dense tentacles, swaying in the moonlight, a little weird.

Bella prefers to use arthropod-like phantom limbs with blades, while he prefers to use tentacle-like phantom limbs because they are flexible and powerful, and there are no dead ends, so it is convenient to use them for both holding things and pumping people.

As for the image issue? Yanlu Song doesn't mind at all.

If he minded the image, he wouldn't have a fanged mouth that likes to run around, and that thing would be much more curious than a scarlet tentacle.

Stretching out a tentacle, Yan Luge grabbed the top of the street lamp on one side, and with a little force, he threw himself into the air.

When his figure flew to the highest point, it was a coincidence, and there was a section of the roller coaster car speeding past the air track above his head.

Yan Luge stretched out another tentacle, wrapped around the carriage, turned over, and jumped into the car.

The unmanned carriage swooped at a very fast speed, and also made exciting actions such as rolling, rotating, and whirling along the track, but Yanluge didn't even need a seat belt, and stood firmly on the carriage, and the high-speed dive that normal people would scream at high speed was like a small game in his eyes.

He was even in the mood to smile and thank the carriage under his feet: "Thank you for taking me for a ride." ”

The approving spirit trembled slightly, and let out a silent cheer.

It was designed and created to bring joy to everyone, and this philosophy is engraved in their bones, and even with their own will, it still regards it as the highest honor to carry passengers on orbit.

"It's time for you to stop." Yan Luge glanced forward and said to the spirit under his feet, "The bend in front of you has been broken, it was broken twenty years ago, you can't get through." Do you remember? ”

Twenty years ago, there was the place where the accident happened.

The safety bar on the track was vandalized, and the entire roller coaster crashed to the ground with all the passengers.

- I don't want to.

The carriage under his feet swayed from side to side, and the spirit of Yiyi silently expressed his refusal.

The special fluctuation spread, and Yan Luge closed his eyes and saw the memories from the spirit at his feet.

It is one of the carriages of the roller coaster, designed and produced along with other carriages, and has been given the mission of bringing excitement and laughter to people.

On the first day of Wonderland Amusement Park's opening, its companion was put on track and it was placed in storage as a spare car.

It had thought that it would be a short wait, and that one day it would be able to fly in that orbit as well.

But it didn't wait.

It just lay quietly in the warehouse for twenty years.

Until today.

Yanluge sighed slightly.

He had understood the thoughts and desires of this spirit.

This is the spirit class.

Extremely pure spirits.

Born as a sword, he will cut through the world; When you are born as a god, you protect all beings.

It was born to be the carriage of a roller coaster, and it was born to take passengers to the skies and the seas.

But its companion was crippled on its first expedition, and it was covered in dust before it even set foot on track.

It's not reconciled, it's really not reconciled.

The expectations of the crowd have become its obsession, and it has never been indomitable.

Even if it is crazy only once in its life, even if it is crushed after this time, it wants to complete its mission.

"Then you can go." Yan Luge said quietly, "Don't worry about me. ”

The carriage shook again.

The spirits are cheering, thanking.

It rushed forward, towards the broken track.

Under the high-speed dive, the wheels rubbed against the track, bursting with sparks.

But it didn't stop, it still accelerated.

The track begins to tilt, begins to enter corners and maneuvers.

The huge wind pressure and the swirling vision rushed towards him, and Yan Luge squatted slightly for the first time, wrapping his tentacles around the crossbar in front of the carriage, so as not to throw himself out by the huge force brought by the rotation.

Finally, the orbit ahead was interrupted.

There was an extremely terrible fracture there.

In that accident, the roller coaster, whose safety bar had failed, was thrown away with great force, breaking a section of steel track and falling from a great altitude.

Today, a spare car once again carries passengers into the bend and, like its companions, flies out of the place where it left off, and makes an arc through the air.

According to the original trajectory, it should not be able to touch the opposite track.

It will fall straight to the ground like a roller coaster twenty years ago, shattering its bones.

But at a certain moment when it flew in mid-air, Yan Luge suddenly noticed that the angle of its flight had changed.

As if miraculously, it turned at an incredible angle and managed to land on the opposite track.

- Success!

The spirits let out a silent cheer.

But it's not over yet.

The track that had long been rusted and weathered made a soft sound, breaking and toppling in an instant.

Fall down with the whole carriage.

In the sudden weightlessness, Yan Luge leaned down slightly, tentacle-like phantom limbs gushing out from behind him, like a ball of pythons, wrapping himself and the entire carriage in the middle.

At the moment of landing, the first to be impacted was the phantom limb in the outer layer, and then the body and spirit of the song and language that were protected in the inner layer.

A huge tentacle "sphere" smashed to the ground, and continued to sprint forward until it knocked over two barriers and crashed through half of the wall.

After the dust settled, Yan Luge slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body in an orderly manner, and held the carriage stuck into the wall with his phantom limbs, and placed it in the open space.

As he retracted his phantom limb, he tilted his head slightly.

The tentacles were not broken, but the few phantom limbs that were clinging to the ground were badly bruised, almost a third of them were worn out.

There is no blood or bone in the phantom limb, and there will naturally be no blood dripping from the wound, but it is solid, and it feels like a whole powerful bundle of muscles, and the injured area is twitching slightly, like an ordinary nerve reflex.

Although the strength of the phantom limb is higher than that of a normal limb, it can still be injured when it is hit hard, and it can be very painful when injured.

But there was not much pain on Yan Lyuge's face, or rather, the feeling of pain had little effect on him.

He moved his tentacles slightly, thinking that the injury was not in the way and should recover quickly, so he withdrew his phantom limb nonchalantly.

- Why?

The spirits he rescued were puzzled.

If Yanluge hadn't used its phantom limbs to protect it, it would have been shattered in the fall and vanished.

But that's what it wants.

Born to die.

Like its companions, it is nothing but the completion of a life's journey.