He turned his head, expecting to see the familiar sculpture at the end of the street, a tome with a feather bookmark, but now ......

There was a sculpture that pointed to the sky, and the face of the sculpture was still the familiar face, which was the person who was bothering him, Di Allen.

An inexplicable cold chill smashed into the lake of his heart, like a huge piece of ice suddenly smashing into the lake, and then quickly causing the entire lake to quickly condense into ice.

Uganella also looked up in that direction, presumably the previous memory fragment made her wake up most of the wine, and now this scene in front of her made her completely shocked and sobered up, the building in front of her was obviously the style of the Alans continent, but she couldn't remember which town in Alans had such a huge sculpture of Di Allen.

Also shocked was Unge, his mental way of operation can often only faithfully restore the memory of the other party and make detailed adjustments, but when he reshapes the memory zone, there is no existence of this giant, let alone how to adjust the details, because its details have been done so impeccably, just like he has not studied stone carving deeply, and he can also see that this is definitely a stunning work.

The three of them looked up at the same time for a while, and then Wu Yuan Nara took the lead and said, "Hey, who is that, where is this place? It should be in the land of Alans, right?"

Feng Qinglang wanted to pretend not to hear it, but the person had already turned his head and was still staring at him, so he had to say: "This is a memory blank area, a broken drawer, how do I know that I had amnesia at that time"

Uganala immediately became angry: "Nonsense, I have also broken the beach in front, but I at least know that it is the south coast of Alans. Well...... Are you also from the Alans?"

Feng Qinglang didn't want to answer this question, so he tried to make his smile more obscene, and said: "Friends often say that men should have some mystery so that they are more attractive, so I won't tell you"

Sure enough, he turned his head away, and said disdainfully: "Childish, it's time for you to break up with those friends who said this, they will make you lose points for this skin."

Seeing that her eyes had turned to herself, Unge said decisively: "The parties don't know, and it's impossible for me to know where this is." ”

Unge led the two to the front of a small two-story attic on the side of the road, and said softly: "Your Excellency, you were inside at that time, if there is any privacy involved, we will wait outside." ”

What are you kidding, there is a strange smell everywhere here, if you can, Anger can't wait to quit this memory zone immediately, but unfortunately you can't, then you have to try to clear up the relationship

Wu Yuan Nara was no longer able to do so, and shouted: "Hey, didn't you say that some mysterious experience was experienced throughout the whole process? You just watched me make a fool of myself on the beach, didn't you still watch it with relish?"

Unge smiled bitterly: "Dear Miss, the wishes of the parties, I must always put them in the first place......"

Feng Qinglang sighed, turned around and bowed slightly to the two, and then nodded to Angge to express his gratitude, and strode into the attic, the most obvious meaning is that he doesn't plan to share his memory experience with them this time

Unge was relieved and hurriedly said: "Look, this is the will of the parties"

Urgannara snorted heavily, raised his feet and took a step forward, but stopped again, not knowing what to think, his eyes turned around, and looked around carefully, as if to compare the dim street lamps, the deserted streets, the classical buildings, and the sculptures of Di Allen...... It's all imprinted in my head.

Feng Qinglang stepped up to the second floor of the attic, it was full of psychedelic and gloomy atmosphere, a haggard, depressed young man, curled up on the bed, covered with a thin blanket, that was the eternal smell of condensing leaves, he stared out of the window with his eyes blankly, it was late at night, when the early morning was approaching, Feng Qinglang didn't need to follow his gaze, he could also know that the night sky must be the round moon that seemed to be planned out of the circle.

This young man is himself that year, he is still in the blink of an eye for a thousand years, he is using illusion to pretend to be dead, this is not the first time he has used illusion to pretend to be dead, but it is definitely the most similar one he pretended, because, this time, he was about to die.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but smile bitterly, he always knew that he was very bitter at that time, but he really had the opportunity to witness it with his own eyes, only to realize that he was indeed very miserable at that time, like an old man in his last years.

The head of the bed was facing a floor-to-ceiling mirror, Feng Qinglang walked to the mirror, he couldn't reflect his current self, but he could reflect himself at that time, at that time, his breathing was becoming more and more disordered, and he had reached the point of a candle in the wind, and it seemed that he would swallow a breath at any time.

Feng Qinglang came to the edge of the window next to the mirror, and under the bright moon, it was precisely the sculpture that stood up to the sky, the man named Di Allen.

Although I was mentally prepared, I was inevitably shocked again, it turned out that I had seen the sculpture that year, but at that time I was completely immersed in the illusion I had weaved, even if the corner of my eye glimpsed the existence of the majestic wonder, I ignored the past, only thought that it was the result of the collision between my own illusion and the illusion of the outside world, and regarded it as a part of the countless hallucinations that appeared at that time......

It turns out that in the most superficial layer of his memory, he has indeed lost his memory, and now it has been truly reproduced, and that is his Zuihou night in the blink of an eye.

The aura of illusion and haze around him was stronger, and he tried his best that year, and he was swallowing a breath of zuihou, what is the greatest illusion?

The whole shijie is silent, and the bell no longer rings, but it makes people feel that a huge roar ripples over this shijie, so that your spirit and soul also resonate.

Feng Qinglang inexplicably felt a burst of realization in his heart, it was not that he had deceived the group of great illusionists back then, but that the appearance of the sculpture at that moment had changed the order and rules of this shijie, which indirectly led to the illusionists' misjudgment and mistakenly thinking that they were dead.

Sure enough, in the depths above the firmament, there were sighs one after another, as if they were arias of the gods

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly, in the blink of an eye, no illusionist dared to go deep into it, Nadi Alun's sculpture was a blind spot for them above the sky, if any of them had the courage to come down, I am afraid that they would immediately find this extra huge building, and also find that they were just pretending to be dead.