Nameless, metaphorical, invisible, unthinkable and incomprehensible.
That's what Wuteng Yilin said before?
Before, when Irene didn't formally understand what the green light meant, she didn't have any other special feelings except that the dead skin on her forehead was twitching again and again.
Even if the strange sounds kept ringing in her ears, there was no discomfort except to make Yilin a little upset. It could be when those sounds didn't exist.
But when Yilin really understood, imagined and realized the "monster" entrenched in the abyss, the terrible existence like an octopus Monster: how vast its body, its eyes and everything.
At that moment, Yilin felt that his face seemed to be directly pasted on the cold, wet and sticky skin of "it".
Wet and sticky touch, all over the body.
"Buzzing, buzzing -"
Yilin's thinking was pale and colorless. At this moment, he felt that his situation could be called "Yilin · no tragedy".
He could not accurately describe the feeling in appropriate words.
At the beginning, when Yilin thought that the inexhaustible darkness was just a simple darkness, there was no waves in his heart.
But when Yilin found that the boundless shadow was an octopus monster.
He was deeply aware of his smallness.
If the monster is the sky, Yilin is a dust creeping under the sky.
If the monster is the deep sea, then Yilin is a Paramecium in the deep sea.
For example, if the monster is a vast universe, then Irene is like sand and dust swaying with the wind on a galaxy and a planet in the universe.
Floating heaven and earth, a drop in the ocean, may refer to this feeling.
At that moment, various illusions appeared in front of Yilin.
yes.
He knew it was an illusion——
Molly buried her grave;
Ling Yiyi is bleeding all over;
The world is in ruins;
His head is alone in the sand dune;
Covered with ugly bloodthirsty insects;
A friend swallowed by countless tentacles;
Parents who did not exist but were torn to pieces;
All kinds of illusions, in an instant, in an instant, compressed in a time point of the infinitesimal concept, rushed into Yilin's brain like a bomb.
Boom!
then,
It blew up.
Yilin was paralyzed.
Trembling limbs.
hold together to form a clique.
Yilin sank into the abyss and the light in front of him disappeared. He was gradually buried by the boundless darkness and disappeared from the sky.
What makes Yilin's heart have all kinds of illusions is a curse? Is it a mental attack? Is it some kind of energy?
no
This is not so superficial.
fear.
by the way.
This feeling is a long lost fear.
Yilin's body... No, he has no body at this time.
It should be said that he is falling into the endless abyss in the form of spirit, like a soul.
But no matter how deep and far he fell, there was still no change in the darkness and green light in the distance. It seems that this feeling can also be understood, because the size of the monster has been large to some extent. Even if Yilin fell 1000, 10000 or 100000 meters, for the octopus monster, it was just the distance from the sexy upper eyelashes to the melancholy lower eyelashes.
"Surprised, not surprised?"
Suddenly.
In Yilin's ear, "he" sounded for no reason.
Yes... Wu Teng Yilin!
Here he is!
Bang!
The dark mucus condensed into the shape of double guns in the hands of ITO Yilin.
The cold and heartless bullet ran through Yilin's heart.
On Yi Lin's forehead, [resentment] after suffering a "death", a crack was silently opened, and black blood flowed out of the crack.
[ten dead bodies]!
Even if Yilin is in the special posture of "spirit look", he has launched the equipment skill [ten dead bodies] on [resentment] before that. The ability of [ten dead bodies] is to withstand ten "lethal" attacks and forcibly maintain life at the last trace.
If [bloodthirsty disaster] is the last output card at present, then [ten dead bodies] is Yilin's last life saving card.
Click.
The dead skin on the forehead split again.
But in the twinkling of an eye, the crack in [resentment] healed strangely and remained intact, as if it had not been broken.
Ito IRIN looked at his hand in surprise.
He originally wanted to say that when Yilin approached, the hundreds of jiayaqin beauties said the same sentence again in the same tone:
"Lin Jun, help me."
"Didn't you tell me the answer long ago?"
One hundred and one.
Whether it is the multi-layer space maze constructed by "the kindness of Gaya piano beauty".
Or the number of times Gaya Qinmei knocked the cup while shouting for help in the valley house.
One hundred and one.
That's the answer.
This is the answer that Gaya Qinmei can't say personally, but tries to pass on to Yilin.
"I see."
Iran looked as like as two peas in the more than 100 gits, and recalled the tragedy of Shenqi City, and then linked with the vast Octopus monster. He suddenly thought of a possibility... Reincarnation. Whether it is gayak Qinmei, or everyone in Shenqi City, or even the apostles who accidentally broke into this trial.
Everyone is the monster's toy.
Shenqi city is the monster's back garden.
It makes everything, it controls everything, it takes everything as a plaything, and it looks on coldly, just like the indifference of human beings when they look down on the ground and the ants cultivate and mate. For it, human beings, or everything, are just little ants arching around in the circle, stepping on one foot from time to time, teasing and looking for fun.
The integration of the two worlds is like a game of chess. It doesn't want to play this one. Lift the table and start again.
Next time, it will be more fun.
After figuring everything out, Yilin felt powerless and helpless secretly. Why did he encounter such a terrible existence in a three-level trial.
It's easy to "eliminate" the grievances of Gaya Qinmei.
Just save Kaya Qinmei.
But.
Yilin closes his eyes. After the fear is completely absorbed by [resentment], Yilin looks at the countless dark green pupils. In addition to faintly feeling palpitation, Yilin no longer has the feeling of being polluted, defiled and sunk.
There was no wave in my heart.
Well, good.
"Tentacle monster, give me back my teammates."
Yilin pointed at the octopus monster's face.
[exile]!