The chaotic and gloomy environment just now quickly turned into an empty and vast new world.

Overhead, there is a blue sky and white clouds, the sun is shining, and as far as the eye can see, there is no end.

At the foot is a salt lake, like a large mirror, perfectly reproducing the beauty of the blue sky and white clouds.

Two beautiful skies come together at the end of the field of view, creating the ultimate beauty and shocking feeling.

Anyone in front of this beautiful scenery will be intoxicated by it - and then take a photo and send it to Moments.

"Hehe, it's beautiful, isn't it? I modeled it after the Bolivian Salt Lake, which is called the Sky Mirror. ”

Dark Night Pastoral put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and his side face was on the same level as that of a male star.

Chenbei suddenly found that he was able to move here!

He moved, the lake rippling beneath his feet.

The water here is only shallow, and the bottom is coarse salt.

The salt lake imprints the scenery in the distance in the water, but it does not have that effect when viewed up close.

The question is...... And then what?

What's the point of coming here?

Chenbei looked at the night pasture opposite, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the other party's gourd.

"Such a beautiful view, why don't you look at it, what are you staring at me?" Night Pastoral complained.

"What is this place, what are you doing here?" Tatsubei asked rhetorically.

"Okay. Since you don't have the heart to enjoy the view, let's get started. If you are idealistic, then this is real, and if you are materialistic, then you, me, and this world are all false. ”

When the night madrigal said this, he opened his arms and opened his hands.

"In this spiritual world, you and I are equivalent to two spiritual wills, or spiritual bodies. Here, as long as the spirit is strong enough, you can do whatever you want and create all things, almost like God! ”

As soon as the word "god" fell, the hands of the night pastor each conjured a weapon.

In the left hand is a pistol, and in the right hand is a sword!

A gun is the most common gun, and a sword is also the most common sword.

The night pastoral is still smiling, but her eyes are suddenly sharp, and the cold glow blooms.

He moved his arm, aimed the muzzle at Chenbei, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The moment he sensed the danger coming, Tatsubei made a dodge move, but half a beat slower.

The bullet grazed his shoulder, cutting a wound that was dripping with blood.

The pain was delayed, and then he felt the sharp pain coming, which was extremely real!

The Night Pastoral says that this is a fictional world, but it feels like the real world in every way.

Chen Bei gritted his teeth, ran wildly under his feet, and the wound on his shoulder spilled a little blood, leaking in the lake.

"Didn't you say you wanted to help me!" Chenbei roared.

"Hehe, I'm just helping you!" Night Madrigal continues to attack.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several gunshots rang out in succession.

Chen Bei suddenly felt a sharp pain under his feet, and then the whole person fell into the lake.

He was also shot in the right foot!

Before he could get up.

A shadow loomed.

Night Pastoral jumped closer, the long sword in his hand holding Chenbei's neck, and the sharp blade had already cut the flesh.

"Isn't it? Winner so quickly? You're also a person who has cleared several games, how can you be like a rookie who bullies casually. ”

Night Pastoral looked disappointed, mixed with sarcasm.

Chenbei's head was hot, his blood was surging, and he fought back with his injured body, punching the opponent's lower abdomen.

The punch was fast and powerful, but it was still empty.

With a hippie smiley attitude, the night pastoral easily defused the attack, went around behind Chenbei, and then slashed out with a sword.

Burst!

Chenbei was hit by a sword in his back, tore open the flesh, drenched in blood, and fell into the salt lake.

Saline water soaks into the wound, escalating the pain.

Chenbei snorted, simply grabbed a handful of coarse salt, and threw it out while turning around.

The grains of salt that flew out were like stars in the sky.

Night Madrigal waved the sword in his hand, forming a strong wind that swept away all the grains of salt.

Chenbei took the opportunity to get up, resisted the injury on his foot, and jumped up for life, trying to knock the opponent to the ground.

As a result, he threw himself into the air and made a big splash.

Night Madrigal dodged the attack and kicked Chenbei with the momentum.

"My expectations for you are already very low, I didn't expect you to still disappoint me, your performance just now can be described as ugly."

The Night Pastoral continues to taunt.

Chenbei was even more angry, and struggled to his feet, more blood gushing out from the wound on his foot.

He glared at the other party, and wanted to go up and fight hard, but suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and realized something.

This is a fantasy, an imaginary world.

The other party said that he could do whatever he wanted here, even close to a god, and he also changed two weapons on the spot!

Does that mean that Chenbei can do it himself?

Perhaps mastering this method is the key to countering the Nine Deaths Sword!

Chenbei took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, followed the other party's example, and stretched out his hands.

Weapons!

Weapons!

Weapons!

"Hehe, you finally know what you have to do."

Seeing this, the night pastoral did not interrupt Chenbei, but gave Chenbei time to try.

Chenbei was engrossed, trying to imagine, trying to use spiritual power to shape his own weapon, but he couldn't succeed, and his hands were still empty.

After a long time, the night pastoral on the opposite side couldn't stand it anymore, and began to yawn again and again.

"I wasted so much of my time, and I was also drunk. Obviously, this is your spiritual world, but you are restrained everywhere, cowering, like a little chicken shivering in the cold wind. ”

Night Pastoral showed a look of great disappointment.

He carried the sword on his shoulder, and the fingers of his other hand hooked the trigger guard, allowing the pistol to spin on his fingers.

Then continue as you go.

"Your main problem is that you can't let go and worry too much. I can feel the fear in your heart, you are afraid of me, and you are afraid of death. ”

"The question is, why are you afraid of this and that? What if you die? What do you have to lose? ”

Swish!

The night madrigal teleported in front of Chenbei and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Chenbei's head.

"Question one, do you have any relatives that you can't give up?" Madrigal of the Night asked.

Chenbei's face was ugly, and he lowered his arms.

The two sides confronted each other, eyes met.

"My parents are gone, the four old people left earlier, and there are no relatives who can't let go." Chenbei was silent for a few seconds, and finally answered.

"Good! Question two, do you have a lot of deposits? Night Pastoral asked with a smile.

"I don't have any savings, but there are a lot of loans, and in the survival game, the money in reality is not used at all, and it makes no sense to have more money."

"Question three, do you have an unforgettable love? Is there a lover she doesn't marry? ”

"No ......"

"Question four, do you have great ideals, or are you the ultimate goal to accomplish in your life?"

"No ......"

"That's it! You're got nothing at all! Even your life itself is worthless. Because you live in a survival game, you are scared every day, and the day is precarious. What is it called? It's better to live than to die! You have nothing to lose, nothing to be nostalgic for! Death is not scary for you, you should become fearless and give it a go! ”

Night Madrigal took a step back, withdrew her hand, and continued to speak aggressively.

"Come, let me see what you're capable of!"

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