Four quarters of the child hour passed, and it was five minutes of the child hour, and the ten consecutive slashing prompts of the next day numbered 77859438 never came.

Yin Shuiliu glanced at the candle flame that was not extinguished.

By the time he reached six o'clock, his injuries had healed, and if the people at the window had not come looking for him, he would have disappeared and left the museum.

It's just that the possibility of escaping from the other party's surveillance is extremely small.

Who is the other person?

The moonlight outside was faint, and Yin Shuiliu, who wanted to extinguish the candle, glanced at it casually, and saw himself in front of the bronze mirror that Mu Shi had freshened.

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The knife, for scissors, comes from the desk.

Yin Shuiliu approached the bronze mirror and looked at his eyebrows with an indifferent expression.

Shaoyin, based on the foundation of Yin, added a lot of brilliance to him.

Everything in the world, even between life and death, is not as strong as the emotional fluctuations given to him by this enchanting change.

This time, he didn't have half a hysteria, but when the disgust in his eyes was extremely thick, he cut the scissors in his hand down his left forehead and cut a bloody streak.

Yin blood dripped, stained his fingertips, and red sleeves.

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Applause rang out in the ears.

The door that had been hidden had already been opened without wind.

The person by the window stood behind Yin Shuiliu like a ghost, staring at the half of the hideous blood marks in the mirror, patting his palms lightly, and praising repeatedly: "It's really a wonderful show." ”

Sure enough, it came.

Yin Shuiliu only paused slightly, not at all flustered, and when he turned around, he stared at the petal pattern between the other party's eyebrows: "Why should Yin call Your Excellency?"

Six minutes have passed, and the aftermath of Xiao Dan's effect is gone, and he can fight.

"Dong Qinglai, Brother Yin can call me Lao Dong the same as before. Dong Qinglai glanced at the little sister on the couch, and said with a smile: "If Brother Yin can live until tomorrow, this little cutie will definitely cry heartbroken when they see their father become such a miserable face." ”

"We really 'know'. ”

Letting the blood flow on his left cheek, Yin Shuiliu slowly put down the scissors, half of which was ruined, because the arrival of the other party was over.

Dong Qinglai said with some disappointment: "Brother Yin is still as calm as before, it really disappoints Dong, you are good or bad when you are half ruined, you show a little pain and madness that makes me happy, otherwise what's the point of Dong letting you go for half a day?"

Pointing to the petal of vitality between his eyebrows: "It's because of Brother Yin, Dong's two petals of vitality, and now only this one petal remains, do you think we recognize each other?"

It was an unknown flower bone with a delicate color, exactly the same as the palace guarding god pattern in the Shang Yin world, Yin Shuiliu's pupils shrank, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Dong is a rebirth class numberer?"

"Rebirth?"

Dong Qinglai replied: "Brother Yin can be described like this. ”

Yin Shuiliu wiped the beads of blood from his jaw, and his two fingers were already in the shape of a sword: "I think Brother Dong was killed by me in his previous life, otherwise why would he be so bitter and hateful to me, and I don't know how I killed Brother Dong at that time?"

Dong Qinglai looked at Yin Shuiliu's sword-like fingertips with disdain: "It's really a familiar and hateful heart-attacking technique, even if it is me in my previous life, it is not much weaker than Brother Yin's cultivation at this time, not to mention me at this time in this life, doesn't Brother Yin think that with these subordinate means, I can be mistaken by all kinds of negative emotions and expose my flaws for you to take advantage of?"

He waved his sleeves forward, Yin Shuiliu suddenly felt numb all over his body, and his fingertips were no longer able to make a sword-like stab out of the "Yin Swordsmanship".

I was horrified.

Dong Qinglai, who cultivated this kind of cultivation, was indeed the number of the same kind of killing, seven, seven, eight, five, nine, four, three, eight.

"At this time in this life, there is such a huge gap between Brother Yin's cultivation and mine, that is, I am provoked by Brother Yin, no matter how big the flaw is, I can easily kill you, how can an ant overturn the giant elephant?"

Dong Qinglai's long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled, and his face showed cruelty: "When Brother Yin kills people, there is no shortage of abuse and killing, now let Brother Yin experience the feeling of being abused and killed by others, Dong can promise Brother Yin that he will never let Brother Yin die easily, until I leave this world, Brother Yin can be relieved in pain." ”

Step out.

Dong Qinglai's wide sleeves have risen slightly: "I hate Brother Yin's demeanor of the landslide in front of him the most, wait for Dong to see if Brother Yin can still be like this!"

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In the trance of the candle flame, a palm suddenly stretched out from the depths of the darkness.

In just a moment, the whole world was filled.

Dong Qinglai's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

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"You ......"

Dong Qinglai's bones were shattered all over his body, and when he fell to the ground miserably, he could only spit out a few last words in the room: "Impossible, impossible, how can you have such a cultivation, and the strongest grandmaster in this world will not have such a cultivation." ”

He struggled to reach into his arms: "My 'incarnation puppet', even it can't stop me from fighting for my life. ”

The petals of life between the eyebrows dissipated like ashes.

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Even if there is storage by his side, Yin Shuiliu, who thinks that he will not be able to escape death, frowned and looked at Dong Qinglai's tragic situation before his death.

He could not see it more clearly, when Dong Qinglai took a step forward, it was like a heavy mountain collapsing in front of him, so that Dong Qinglai had no power to resist, and he crushed this dumping momentum into pieces.

Since his rebirth, his cultivation has been far better than Dong Qinglai in his previous life, and at this time he can kill him in seconds.

And at this time, the person who shot was in the second Dong Qinglai.

Who is this person?

With his pulse-aware ability, in this completely crushing pouring momentum, he could only capture the slightest hint of plausibility.

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Dong Qinglai was not dead for a while, and the horror and despair in his eyes made him tremble his lips, and he wanted to say something to Yin Shuiliu, but it was difficult to say anything.

The shock and suspicion in Yin Shuiliu's heart were not much less than Dong Qinglai's.

He squatted beside Dong Qinglai, and the blood on his cheeks dripped into Dong Qinglai's eyes, and he immediately fainted with blood.

"Who's the other party?"

Yin Shuiliu didn't look left and right, a character with this kind of cultivation made a move in the dark, he didn't reach the realm of guarding the gods of the third true gate, he only looked at it with the naked eye, and he didn't even have the qualifications to see through a trace of the other party.

"Why did this person help me? Did he treat me as good or evil? Why didn't he just kill Dong Qinglai in seconds, but left Dong Qinglai alive? Is he a native of this world, or is he a different number who entered the game this time, such as the number 77859438?"

There are a lot of doubts in my heart.

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The petals between Dong Qinglai's eyebrows faded away, leaving only the last trace of it.

Yin Shuiliu took away Dong Qinglai's right hand that was about to reach into his arms.

It was a doll.

"It's ......"

Even if the dark gold flow slowly dimmed, Yin Shuiliu could still glimpse a little strange, this puppet and Dong Qinglai's face are almost the same, every time Dong Qinglai cuts off a piece of vitality, the puppet's face will be cut off a similarity, until the last eyebrows and eyes are visible, and the mouth and nose are gone.

"World difficulty one, each numbered person can bring one item into it, this is the 'incarnation puppet' you just said can resist the fate?"

How could Dong Qinglai still answer him.