I Was Once a Legend

Cui Zuojing went back and continued to search for a small mirror in the large spiritual pollution. He did not know how long he could persist, nor did he know whether this thing would have an unpredictable continuous impact on him, but as long as there was a ray of hope , He could not give up!

——Stop looking, you can’t find it, aren’t you tired and cold now?Stop and rest for a while, even if you go out of this room?Since someone wants you to die, would you just arrange this trap?

Get out!Don't affect me anymore!

Cui Zuojing pressed hard with his hand against the wall, and five shallow fingerprints were deducted from him on the wall, but no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts were lingering, such as the abyss mouth would swallow him up. .

-Give up, it's useless.

Get away!

Cui Zuojing Meng stepped on the water and floated up, gasping violently. The isolation and helplessness made him think of his companions uncontrollably. At this time, if Dong Zheng or Victor were around, it would never be like this.

Dong Zheng...

Thinking of the man who has been waiting for his reply, Cui Zuojing has a slight regret. If he no longer has the opportunity to answer him, Dong Zhenghui will be sad for a while?

Even Cui Zuojing himself didn't realize that he was making the worst plan. The most terrifying thing about mental interference is this. People who are disturbed will not realize that they have been deeply affected.

The coldness of the water had soaked him all, and even the bloody night would be frozen. Cui Zuojing would drop his wet forehead between his eyebrows to the side, floating quietly in the water, and only one head came out.

The water outlet was submerged and no sound of death was heard. Cui Zuojing bit his lower tongue and forced himself to lift his spirit with pain. Finally he resisted the overwhelming negativity again and dived into the water to continue looking for hope for survival.

His fingertips touching the wall were almost unconscious, his head gradually fainted, and the bright red letters danced in front of his eyes, sending a signal of death.

It would be nice if Dong Zheng was there.

The search still found nothing, and Cui Zuojing could only ascend again to get a breath.However, at this moment, the man in the midst of hearing his call, and a strong refreshment suddenly poured into his heart, removing all the strong negative effects like snow, and steadily and steadily expelling those who let Cui Zuojing gradually walked towards the collapse of harmful information.

Cui Zuojing broke out of the water, and the water surface was only ten centimeters away from the roof. He could only raise his head to a level, with his nose outside, and took a hard breath.

"call--"

This force did not know where it came from, it seemed to flow out of the young man's heart out of thin air, but Cui Zuojing was very clear that it was Dong Zheng.

Although Dong Zheng never said, Cui Zuojing could vaguely feel that the two's blood contract and Dong Zheng's ability also established a connection, which allowed him to accept the command from Dong Zheng without any burden. To the lines analyzed in the data of Dong Zheng's eyes and to simulate the possible future.

Similarly, when he was caught in fear of being killed because of Fu Zhe's bell, Dong Zheng also gave himself some kind of awakening.

These flowing and twisting blood-red fonts never threatened themselves again. Cui Zuojing was refreshed and dived into the water for the last time, his eyes wide open to find the tiny reflection under the water.

The water surface continued to rise, silently reaching the roof, and the chilling water filled the entire room like the air once existed here.

Finally, Cui Zuojing saw the slightly reflective little sequin, and his index finger also touched the smoothness different from the wall.

A string of bubbles popped out of his lips, and he opened his eyes wide to see the number 8 above.

Cui Zuojing's nails squeezed hard into the gap between the lens and the wall. With a buckle, the lens dropped, and after rotating for a while in the water, it sank down, revealing the dial code lock hidden behind.

8, 3, 6, 7, 2, 7.

All six positions were set, but nothing happened.

The whole face of "kill you" seems to be the most genuine mocking of him.

No, not lost yet!

In a desperate stillness, Cui Zuojing's lips and corners were bursting with bubbles, and the air in his lungs had been exhausted. Cui Zuojing was now fully supported by a will not to die, suffocating his hands and feet They were all soft, and his five fingers firmly grasped the wall to fix his figure, and input with the last strength——

8, 3, 9, 7, 2, 7.

When he dialed the third number from 6 to 9, the organ hidden in the room was suddenly touched, and a circular array appeared on the floor, and a huge suction came from it. Water inhalation!

Cui Zuojing only had time to step on the water, and he changed his breath when he emerged from the surface of the water, and was sucked into the circle by the turbulent vortex as if he was trapped in the toilet.

The clown who was cleaning the lion dragon cage suddenly raised his head.

The monster with the dragon head and lion roared with dissatisfaction at the cessation of his movements. The clown ignored it. He straightened up slowly, staring at a point in the void, his brow furrowed, and he seemed to sense something.

The thick red curtains of the circus shed were stacked one after another. The leader was sitting in a chair taller than his entire person. He took a small iron spoon to eat dessert. Yu Guang glanced at the clown's movements and asked, "What's wrong?" "

The clown didn't answer. He felt the energy fluctuations of those boxes breathlessly, and suddenly his face changed.

not good!

"Something went wrong." Throwing the brush on the ground, the clown couldn't caress about touching the lion dragon that was stretching his head towards him. His most vigorous cheetah ran out of the animal actor's door and traversed it. The empty performance venue and stage, with one hand over the auditorium, rushed into the backstage on the other side.

A small box of unopened canned cats was placed on the bar, and the colorful streamer in the bottle with Cui Zuojing's feelings on the wine cabinet was eclipsed a lot compared to the beginning. Eight boxes were placed under it There are various patterns on that layer.

At this time, the lid of the box where the gears and chimneys were drawn was opened a small gap, and the dark red light was overflowing from it.

The clown raised his hand, and the Yinyue double knives and the dark black sword hanging on the wall made a "poo" resonance sound, flying sharply into his hands with the sharp edge of the sheath.

The clown stared at the continually overflowing red light, even the exaggerated smile lips could not cover the tight corners of the lips. His Tang knife swept in front of him, directly broke through the space, and stepped into the dark cracks.

The leader was thrown there alone, winking with a spoon.

Two seconds later, his face changed suddenly, he jumped off the chair, and almost fell to the ground. The three-year-old boy's body was too inconvenient.

The head of the regiment climbed up with his hands and feet, and he looked at the cage not far away. The lion dragon no longer roared immediately, ran out of the open cage door, and squatted gently in front of him.

In Hell Circus, the leader is the best animal trainer.

"Go to the core." The captain's little tits sounded with unbearable seriousness.

The Lion Dragon immediately ran outside with his piggyback. The leader grabbed his mane around his neck to stabilize his body, only to find that he was still holding a spoon in his hand.

After a few breaths, the lion dragon traveled through the heavy compartment and rushed towards the curtain. The diamond mark of the head of the head flashed. At the moment of the collision, the lion dragon and his figure passed through it and disappeared. In the shed.

The feeling of passing through the coincidence point of space is not wonderful. When the line of sight is clear again, the phantom of the girl is floating in the air.She seemed to be sitting in an invisible chair, staring at the complex rune floating in the void, and muttered: "It doesn't look good, but it still won't trap him to this extent."

"What are you doing?" The head of the group grasped his mane tightly, his eyebrows twisted inconspicuously, and his eyes stared sharply at the uninvited guest.

"Ah, here you come." The girl turned her head, she had strange silver hair and red eyes, and a black gothic dress was particularly gorgeous in the faint blue light that repeatedly flashed in this space.

"If you don't get out of me again, don't blame me for being rude." Then a three-year-old child said clearly that there was no deterrent, but even Kether didn't dare to treat it as a simple cruel thing. .

The shimmering runes all dimmed, condensed a dangerous breath, and slowly gathered towards the girl.

Kether stood up, and the fan appeared in her hand out of thin air. She opened her face and covered her half of her face. The girl narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled softly: "Forget it, this is the first time, but tell us dear little Dolly, next This time there is no such good thing."

The rune with big palms pierced her chest before her words fell.

But no blood flowed out, as if passing through a piece of air, nothing happened, Kether was still standing there endlessly.Faced with the sudden attack of the regiment leader, the girl sighed: "Don't be so irritable, have you forgotten that we haven't prosecuted you for harboring the Red Queen Yu Dang?"

Her figure turned into a fine electronic spot, slowly disappearing.

Only the head and the lion dragon were left in the key. The head snorted coldly, and the voice echoed coldly in this space of different degrees:

"What are you guys counting?"

Consciousness gradually cleared from the chaos, Cui Zuojing coughed twice, and a small stream of water spewed from his nose.

He forced himself to turn into a kneeling position, pressing his abdomen hard, trying to squeeze all the water out.

The lungs and nasal cavity were stinging because of the choking water, and he almost coughed almost. Cui Zuojing was paralyzed. He wanted to close his eyes and take a rest. He thought that he was still out of danger and had to sit up.

Cui Zuojing looked around. He was being locked in a huge glass bottle with a shallow layer of water at the bottom, apparently brought in from the previous room.

The bottle was only one meter and five meters high. He could not stand up completely. He could only sit or kneel. The top was tightly plugged with a wooden stopper. Cui Zuojing did not find a place where he could breathe.

If you don't go out as soon as possible, you will be suffocated inside.

Cui Zuojing was thinking hard while constantly rubbing the skin on his chest, abdomen and neck side. He had not eaten for ten hours and was soaked in cold water for too long. There may be accidents due to hypothermia at any time. Keep your temperature.

There was a layer of mist on the inner wall of the bottle, making everything outside obscured. Only the shadow that seemed to be indistinct could be seen. Cui Zuojing touched his pocket, the secret letter ID card, and the iron plate that he touched smoothly Yes, let him breathe a sigh of relief.

If you need to fight, you won't be helpless.

The air in the bottle is limited. Cui Zuojing took off all the wet clothes, wringed out the water and put it on again, sat quietly for a while to minimize the consumption of oxygen, and seized the time to adjust the state.

The body did not continue to cool down, and the tingling in the lungs gradually eased. Cui Zuojing stretched out his fingers and drew a group of concentric circles in a circle on the mist of the glass bottle, gently at the center of the target.

Through the place where the mist was wiped away, Cui Zuojing saw that there were indeed many figures standing outside. They were dressed in dark blue overalls and did not move like a machine.

It is the maintenance workers of the factory.

Is this the "outside" of the factory?

Cui Zuojing thought, adjusting to a half-kneeling posture, holding the steel sheet in his left hand, clenching his right hand, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

Punch hard on the bullseye that he clicked!