1792 is not a game?

lian followed Lin Qinight to the warehouse door, looking at the closed door, suddenly stupefied."Why is this door closed Don't you want us to get our own weapons!Lin Qi Night's brow frowned slightly....lost the control of the bald security guard, and Lin Qiyi, like Shen Qingzhu, was finally killed by the almost inexplicable [photo] [ink] and dissipated into blood on the stage. After the death of the

game, Lin Qiye's consciousness suddenly kept falling, and by the time he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the bedside of the ward.

in the pale ward, a dark green code sphere whirled slowly under the ceiling, a line of code wrapped like a ribbon around the pomelo Taki wrist on the hospital bed, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.

Lin Qi Night turned his head and saw Shen Qingzhu standing by the window of the corridor, silently holding a cigarette, while Guan sat on the bench with his head down, his hands quickly tapping on nothingness.

"what are you doing out" Lin Qinight asked, "isn't it over yet"

closed in slowly looking up, eyes are already full of blood:

"the game is not over …" But it has nothing to do with you anymore. "

"Why"

held out his hand and pointed to the hospital bed.

"he won't last long enough for your resurrection."

Lin Qi Night seemed to think of something, suddenly turned to look at the hospital bed, saw the pomelo pear on the bed pale, very pale, I do not know when to hang the drip and the test line, the two doctors are around him, frowning and whispering something.

"not even ten minutes left We've only been in for less than an hour... Didn't you say you can hold on for a few more days "

Guan shook his head. "your consciousness has only been in the game for an hour, but outside, it has been two days."

Lin stood still for seven nights.

"what's more, maintaining the data of the three of you in the game is also a great burden on me. Anyway, you two won't last until the next resurrection, so I'll just give you back. "

Lin Qi Night watched what was in front of him. He pined away more than he did before they entered the game, carrying the consciousness of two human ceilings and a god into the game at the same time. The overdraft was too serious for him.

seeing that he was locked up like this, Lin Qi Night, who had planned to beat him up, was embarrassed to do it for a while.

"now, is it possible for him to become a god" Lin Qi Night asked in a deep voice.

". I don't know. " Guan sighed, "I designed this game just to force him to take the initiative to try to create laws." Until the last minute, no one knows if he can find that opportunity. "

Lin Qi Night was silent for a moment and nodded.

"I see. Anyway, I'll ask Mr. Wu to come over first." Even if he doesn't succeed, he can still keep his consciousness. "

Lin picked up the phone seven nights ago, only to find that there were already several missed phone records, all of which were called by Min Junliang in the past day or two.

Lin Qi Night frowned with a foreboding in his heart and dialed back immediately.

"Hello"

"Hello, Commander You're back! " Min Junliang's voice was filled with anxiety.

"what's the matter"

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after obliterating Shen Qingzhu and Lin for seven nights, Amy looked back at the edge of the venue.

No white figure of pomelo pear was seen in the vast crowd.

Amy snorted coldly, her eyes swept around, and her voice echoed through the microphone throughout the meeting:

"pomelo Taki Bai, come out and see me!"

the voice fell, and the faces of the audience appeared at a loss. They looked around puzzled, wondering why Amy suddenly uttered this sentence.

there was not a trace of movement in the huge meeting room, as if he were not here at all.

when Amy saw this, her eyes narrowed slightly, "good. In that case, don't blame me. "

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next moment, the countdown to [photo] flashes from the screen behind her.

"three. Two. one! Eggplant! "

with the picture on the screen frozen, there is still no change in the venue.

how did this happen

Why didn't the decision of skill 2 succeed

Amy received a hint of failure, stunned in her eyes, looked back at the group photo on the screen, and failed, indicating that pomelo must have appeared in the photo!

just then, a calm voice came from the stereo:

"Don't bother, you won't find me."

"in fact, it is not difficult to crack your serial killing." As long as the photo is completed without being seen by you.

Brother Qiye and Brother Qingzhu were killed by you because they were both fighting at that time, so that you could see them at a glance. Now I have changed my clothes and hid among the tens of thousands of spectators. As long as I don't take the initiative to kill you, you won't find me. Even if you find my position in the picture, I can change my position quickly.

in this way, no matter how many times you take [photo] or [help], there is nothing you can do with me. "

on the edge of the grandstand to the southwest of the venue, a teenager in a jacket and cap bowed his head and said slowly with a microphone between his sleeves that his presence was inconspicuous in such a large venue.

Amy's eyes swept across the venue, unable to tell the pale figure of the pomelo pear. She frowned slightly and said again,

"do you think that as long as you wait for the two of them to come back to life, you will have a chance of winning" If I'm right... You can't last ten minutes in your present state, can you "

as she spoke, Amy gave the three security guards a look, and they immediately rushed into the crowd and began to search for the white location of the grapefruit.

Pomelo pear white looked up at her own blood strip, and there was a look of helplessness in her eyes.

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with the passage of time, his blood strips drop faster and faster, and now he will lose nearly 50 points of blood in a minute. At this rate, he can only last for another seven minutes at the most. Lin Qi Night and Shen Qingzhu's resurrection, he should not be able to wait.

"I don't understand. Both of them and I are players. Why did you call me" Did Uncle Guan add any strange settings to you when he made you " The pomelo pear asked in doubt.

"player" Amy chuckled. "you don't really think it's just a game." And I'm from a game, right "

hearing this, pomelo Taki Bai frowned slightly and did not understand what Amy was talking about.

this is not a game. What else could it be

Amy's eyes grew fierce, and she slowly said, "you've been to the basement. You must have seen those things, haven't you" The second Pure Land, artificial God, experiment. Don't you feel familiar with all this "

"aren't these all designed game backgrounds" Pomelo Taki Bai frowned and asked, "the Pure Land has long been destroyed. There can be no second Pure Land in this world, nor will there be a second man-made god."

Amy sneered.

"you are wrong." It's true that this sports club is generated by the game, but everything you see underground, as well as me, is real. " Amy paused for a moment, "including the second Pure Land and the artificial God experiment." And the person who created them is called Oya Gangliang.

this name may not be familiar to you, but his other name, you should know. "

"his name is Mirror disaster."rned his head and looked at Sun Ying, who was about to fight with a blood-colored knife in his hand."want to die. "Pangpang murmured for a hundred miles, the silver sword in his hand suddenly waved ou...