Zhang Fan carefully looked at the girl in front of him and nodded faintly.

An Qianxin's eyes lit up, and she raised the small mirror in her hand high, "My brother asked you to hide in the mirror!"

Hiding in the mirror?

Zhang Fan was stunned and looked down at the diamond-shaped mirror in An Qianxin's hand. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Mirror...Mirror knife?!

In a trance, everything seemed to return to the familiar three-person dormitory. The three young men stood in front of their own boxes, and with excitement and curiosity, they opened the gift from the R&D department.

"I'll call you Mirror Knife in the future." The boy in the middle played with the hilt in his hand. The blade of the Mirror Knife clearly reflected the reflections of the three of them. The boy's eyes were filled with joy and he murmured to himself.

That was his brother's knife, and he would never admit his mistake!

Zhang Fan took the fragments of the mirror knife from An Qianxin's hand with trembling hands, looked up at the girl in front of him, his voice a little hoarse.

"Who is your brother?"

"My brother is Tiga." An Qianxin blurted out. After saying this, she tilted her head and thought for a while, "But he asked me to bring you a word."

Hearing the word Tiga, the first person in Zhang Fan's mind was the strange boy who tried his best to save him not long ago. At this moment, he heard the second half of her sentence and asked subconsciously:

"What's the matter?"

An Qianxin cleared her throat and seriously imitated Ji Qianming's tone: "Boss, don't worry, I'll do everything."

The breeze blows through the weeds flower beds, and the faint fragrance of flowers slowly spreads to the entire square with the fragrance of the soil. The slight cicadas in the distance echo in the air, and the dead square seemed to have come alive.

Under the warm light, the boy's eyes were filled with tears, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He is still alive.

He is really alive!

The resentment and unwillingness that accumulated in his heart disappeared in an instant, replaced by the long-lost, hot heart.

Since Ji Qianming's death, Zhang Fan often dreamed of the scene where Ji Qianming's body fell from the air countless times. Every time he would wake up from his dream and sweat profusely.

This guilt and sadness, as well as the deep sense of powerlessness, has become his nightmare and his inner demon.

Now, the inner demon disappeared with Ji Qianming's return.

It seemed as if something had been broken in his heart, and a long-lost feeling surged into his heart.

His hand, which was holding the fragments of the mirror knife, slowly released, looked at himself in the mirror, snorted gently, and handed it back to An Qianxin.

"Fuck everything, I'm... I want me to be a turtle again?" Zhang Fan quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and cursed with a smile.

He slowly raised his head and looked at a corner of the night. His eyes were as bright as stars. Without any hesitation, he stepped out of this light and stepped into the darkness.

A moment later, a calm and firm voice came from the darkness.

"This time, I'm going to fight side by side with you!"

...

The blood-red curtain was like sea water, and it could not be cut off. Although it could not pose a threat to Yi Yi, it could still obscur his vision to a certain extent. In this field where spiritual consciousness cannot be used, vision is crucial.

Yi Yi frowned and looked to the side. The strange relief statue next to the stage was like a living. The expression of the clown relief in the middle began to change, grimly, sad, indifferent, cold, ecstasy, melancholy...

One blood-colored clown after another walked out of the relief, with a completely different but tingling expression, standing under the stage in an arc, like a group of quiet spectators watching a wonderful circus performance.

The clown wearing a laughing and crying mask, who had been targeted by Yi Yi, disappeared among the clowns after the curtain was rolled up.

Can't delay any more!

Yi Yi quickly chose a direction in his heart. The short sword in his hand shook and burst out with brilliant light. He stepped on the mysterious steps under his feet, leaving behind afterimages on the spot and galloped away.

The crazy curtain rolled over the afterimages, but even the corner of Yi Yi's clothes was not touched.

puff--!

The light of the dagger flashed by, and a clown with a thrilling expression flew high, then turned into a bloody light and disappeared into the air.

It was indeed not the original body! Yi Yi's eyes narrowed, as if he had expected this result, his body was flying like a butterfly, flashing in front of the other two clowns.

With the sudden death of the two clowns, the remaining six clowns finally followed Yi Yi's speed. The clown with indifferent expression had a little finger from the depths. Yi Yi's white clothes twisted like a water snake, and were wrapped tightly around him. Yi Yi's clothes are not ordinary things, but a top magic weapon, extremely tough. At this moment, they tightly snuggled Yi Yi, like an iron chain.

At the same time, the short sword in Yi's hand trembled slightly, and his backhand struck his palm, tearing open a bloody thrust.

Indifferent clown, fooling "consciousness".

Giving spiritual objects consciousness so that they can "betray" the original owner in a short period of time is the authority held by the Indian Clown.

A trace of horror flashed in Yi Yi's eyes, and he pinched the magic trick with his left hand. The trembling short sword and the clothes wrapped around him calmed down at the same time, and fell steadily into his hands.

Before he could move, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The bloody circus seemed to have fallen into hell. The blood and stench filled Yi Yi's nasal cavity in an instant. The boiling hell fire in the sky fell from the sky, and with the rumbling thunder, it hit Yi Yi at a very fast speed. Under its burning, the ground began to melt.

Hell?! Yi Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Without thinking, he flipped his palm and a black stone appeared in his hand, and suddenly crushed it with force.

Click.

A light blue defensive barrier suddenly opened, covering his entire body. Just as the ball of hellfire was about to collide with the barrier, the surrounding environment changed again and returned to the familiar circus, as if nothing had happened.

Illusion! These two words suddenly popped up in Yi Yi's heart and looked at him back.

A melancholy clown was squatting in the corner of the circus, holding his arm and looking at him coldly.

The melancholy clown holds the authority to fool the "five senses".

Swish—!

A broken sword appeared out of thin air in the defense barrier, passing through a cold light, and slashed at Yi Yi's neck at an astonishing speed!

Yi Yi felt that his heart suddenly leaked: How is this possible! Didn’t I open the defensive barrier?!

The light of his eyes swept across the back of the sword. A clown held the sword in his hand, and he was smiling.
Chapter completed!