"Okay, come back with a drink. ”

Watching "Bu Fan" disappear indifferently, Bu Fan lowered his head and said to Lao Wei, I have to say that when Lao Wei just disappeared, he was really panicked, and until the position just now, Bu Fan was actually just pretending to be calm.

Now that the old trick is back, he feels better.

It's just that Lao Wei still didn't respond to him, but just seeing Lao Wei's sword body can be regarded as a comfort.

As for the rest, Bu Fan can wait until he goes out and then take his time, there are more important things to do now.

Seeing this, Bu Fan was not in a hurry, he knew that the best thing to do in this place was to definitely not be in a hurry.

As long as he is in a hurry, he will be exploited, and he will not be able to regain his sanity at a critical time every time.

"Now, then, it's time to try how to get out. ”

muttered to himself, Bu Fan now knew what he should do, but he didn't have the heart to think about these things anymore.

After making up his mind, Bu Fan immediately sat cross-legged in place.

If, as he thought, this is a world that belongs to his heart, then if he wants to go out, of course, he must rely on the power of his heart.

Since there are countless "Bufan" existences here, then he must take these existences back one by one to form a complete Bufan, so that he can go out.

But it is obviously impossible for Bu Fan to rely on killing himself to form his own like the "Bu Fan" who disappeared before, which will only make Bu Fan himself disappear faster.

"If I'm not mistaken, there is still a little connection between all the "Bufan" and me, and relying on this, maybe I can ......"

After saying this sentence to himself, Bu Fan exhaled and closed his eyes.

What the result will be, it depends on this, if it doesn't work out this time, then you have to find other methods.

In this forest, where he doesn't even know how much time has passed, Bu Fan constantly senses the existence of other "himself".

As a result, Rang Bu Fan couldn't help laughing, just as he thought, as a subject, he could indeed sense the existence of all "Bu Fan".

Bu Fan finally understood that in this illusion, the most difficult thing is not to deny yourself and doubt yourself, but to admit that those so-called "fakes" are the real self.

It sounds simple, but if you really want to think about it this way, it is difficult to get to the sky.

For too many people, admitting that they are real at such times is tantamount to denying their own existence, but this is not the case, because... It's all true.

Half an hour later, when Bu Fan closed his eyes, the "Bu Fan" outside who were originally completing what "Bu Fan" had done suddenly stopped moving.

Then he vanished into a phantrum.

After a long time, Bu Fan opened his eyes, and what appeared in his eyes was no longer the dark and lonely forest, but the white sky, and he was lying on the ground.

Sitting up, Bu Fan's body stiffened, and the forest that gave him a nightmare was less than a hundred meters away from him.

"Is this how I got into a fantasy?"

Rubbing his eyebrows, Bu Fan said with some confusion in his mind.

Immediately after, Bu Fan, who was a little sober, hurriedly shouted in his mind.

"Boss, boss, are you there?"

Bu Fan frowned, Lao Wei still didn't reply to his words, is he still in the illusion now?

"Am I still not out?"

calmed down his mood, even though Bu Fan was at a loss now, he definitely couldn't panic.

"At least I've come out of that hellish place. ”

Looking at the forest not far away, as long as he is not in it, Bu Fan can still accept it for the time being. Ninety-six flavors

After thinking about it, Bu Fan closed his eyes, wanting to see if there would be countless of him here as in the forest, if this was the case, he would be able to draw a gourd in the same way.

After a while, the corners of Bu Fan's mouth twitched, and a pair of dead fish eyes opened.

What appeared in front of Bu Fan again was a dense "Bu Fan".

One by one, these "Bu Fan" are staring at Bu Fan like some rare treasure, completely lacking Bu Fan's usual chic and handsome (self-thought), and his eyes are full of greed.

"Hehe, I will never admit that you are the real mine. ”

Seeing such a "self", Bu Fan's first sentence was to deny their existence, how could he make such an expression.

"We won't admit that you are the real us. ”

Something surprising happened to make Bu Fan, these "Bu Fan" in front of him actually spoke with a sinister face, which was obviously an existence with self-awareness.

As they spoke, they also took a step closer to Bu Fan.

"Hey, stop, stop, all with one face, I think we can talk about it. ”

Bu Fan stretched out one hand and said eagerly.

In this battle, he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

"Needless to say, we know what we're supposed to do, we're going to replace you. ”

"Yes, we are going to replace you. ”

"Replace you. ”

The "Bu Fan" opened their mouths one by one, and there was only one meaning revealed in their words, that is, they wanted to replace Bu Fan.

"Replace me, how do you want to replace me. ”

While stepping back, Bu Fan said.

"Kill you, replace you. ”

"Bu Fan" said with an evil smile, his pupils reflecting a desire that Bu Fan himself could not even imagine.

"Kill him, replace him. ”

A "Bu Fan" opened his mouth briefly, and rushed over directly, followed by other "Bu Fan".

Seeing this, Bu Fan jumped backwards and suddenly slashed out a sword, and several "Bu Fan" disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The next moment, several "Bu Fan" waved the same swordsmanship as Bu Fan, and they rushed up, and they instantly fought with Bu Fan.

During the battle, Bu Fan's expression was serious.

Although these "Bufan" all have a similar sense of self and are able to attack him, their attack power is less than one-tenth of his.

Merely...... These dogs actually know all of his moves, and they are exactly the same as him in terms of fighting skills.

Even the martial arts are perfectly copied, and even the spiritual fire can be used.

In this way, although their attack power is only less than one-tenth of that of Bufan, they are numerous.

He couldn't count it clearly, countless Seven Illusion Kills, and countless Red Heart Flames blasted towards his face like this.

"These bastards. ”

Looking at the corners of his charred clothes, Bu Fan gritted his teeth and said, then paused, as if something was wrong.

If all of this is him, isn't he just scolding himself?