Summoner of Miracles

At this moment, all voices are away from poetry.

Poetry only feels like the world is left with only itself, staring dead at things in front of you, and your pupils are trembling violently.

You see, in the box in front of Poetry, there's a gun lying there.

Yes, it is.

There was a gun lying in the box.

Of course, it's not a real gun, it's just a model gun.

But it was this model gun that made Poetry start to lose temperature all over its body.

That gun, for poetry, is still very familiar.

It has a total length of 1380mm, a barrel length of 700mm and weighs up to 13.8kg, uses a 50-calibre 12.7mm bullet and is an anti-equipment sniper with a range of more than 2,000 meters.

It was Poetry's favorite sniper gun, PGM UltimaRatioHecateII.

Generally speaking, it should be a great pleasure to be able to see a gun in your game in the real world.

However, poetry only feels that her whole body is starting to get cold, her feet are gradually losing strength, the sense of balance slowly leaves her, the surrounding scene also loses color, and finally, as her heart beats faster, even the phenomenon of tinnitus begins to appear.

Poetry smells like rusty steel, pungent gunpowder, and unwavering bloodbath in the vague.

In other words, a face appeared in front of Poetry's eyes, prominent eyes, eyebrows with a blood hole in their heart, where blood rolled out and stained the face red.

And that face was still smiling at the poetry as it was a trance, fainting and haunting.

Poetry will never forget that face.

Because that was the face of the bandit who was shot on the spot by the old poem.

“Ahhh...”

Poetry could not help but scream.

If possible, poetry would like to turn around and run.

However, the long lost poetry was simply unable to get up from the seat, not even the power to look away, so silly looking at the model gun in front of him, his heart beating faster and colder, and finally, even the field of view in front of him became dim.

Just as poetry was about to lose consciousness and scream...

“" Don't panic, calm down ". ”

Just as an invisible god was born, a voice filled with incredible power and calm penetrated into the mind of poetry.

“ ———— ”

Poetry was breathing stagnantly, as if out of her control, clear in front of her eyes, which restored her vision.

This vision of recovery is seen in poetry.

Rosen sitting in front of herself, looking at herself.

In the eyes, the mysterious divinity is in flux.

“" Pick up the gun. "”

Luo Zhenzhen looked directly at the poetry and said such words.

(Don't!)

Poetry is very much like shouting.

However, Shino's body was completely out of control, slowly reaching out and picking up the model gun in front of him.

The cold and heavy sensation passed from the palm of the hand to the shoulder and from the shoulder to the whole body, causing the poetic stomach to start twitching and a strong sense of vomiting suddenly poured into the mind.

Had it not been for the unknown sobriety of consciousness, Poetry was sure that he would have fainted on the ground and been hospitalized.

But today, poetry is destined to be born anew.

Such symptoms will be their last possession.

“Listen to me. ”

In this case, Luo Zhen made a noise to the poem.

“Since you can touch a gun in a game without causing post-traumatic stress syndrome, it proves that a part of you is actually resisting the pain you once had. ”

“Though in the game, because the five senses are not reproduced in a completely 100 percent relationship, the feeling of touching a gun is subtly different from the reality, it's just a little bit, not completely. ”

“And you can freely manipulate all kinds of powerful guns in the game and become a cold, heartless sniper, which is enough to show that you have a truly strong side inside. ”

“Some people have different personalities in reality than they do in the game, but that's just an environmental impact, not a completely different personality in reality and in the game, just because of environmental factors, everyone chooses to show a different side. ”

“Whether it's a reality or a game, you or you, not two completely different people, are the only thing a player can bring into the imaginary world -- the soul. ”

As he said, Luo Zhen reached out to the poem, spread out his hand and placed it in front of the poem, so that the view of the poem was covered by the whole palm.

“Now it's up to me to bring your inner strength back to you and overcome this boring weakness once and for all. ”

Language Bi, the sound of Luo Jin seems to come from far away heaven, and the poetry is passed into the ears.

“--Nanwu Wuhui Dolan · Sanhou Sanbodhu · Gu Wuhuan · Nephew He · Xuhui · Folding Master · Zhuan Ti Xiao Bao -”

As if it had come from a dream, a tranquil spell slowly broke out.

At this moment, what Luo Zhen is singing is the spell of the Master of Pu 'an - the "Spell of the Clear Heart Spectrum".

"Clear Heart Spectrum Mansion", also known as Clear Heart Mantra, is the only spell created by future generations except the ancient Buddha. It reads sophisticated thoughts without any hypocrisy and creation. It can clear the mind and stop evil. It is a spell that acts at the spiritual and spiritual levels.

The essence of this spell is used to mould nourishment, even if it is often recited by ordinary people, over time it can elevate the mind and spirit to another realm.

Luo Zhen once calculated that if someone recites the Wing Qing Heart spell a thousand times a day, after thirty years, it will naturally reach the realm of "Heart Eye", which can be compared to the presence of high priests, saints, etc.

And now, through the use of spells, Rojin sings this spell, which will completely purify and sublimate the hearts of those who listen.

If the Xinchuan brothers hear this spell here, they may be temporarily removed and their mentality restored to normal.

As for poetry, listening to such spells, inner panic and fear are little by little gone.

Unconsciously, poetry actually immersed itself in it, like roaming the invisible spiritual ocean, feeling incredibly smooth.

By the time poetry had returned to God, it had not been known how long had passed, and Rojin had disappeared.

“I...”

Poetry is only sober and full of shock.

Because she found herself holding a black Kati model gun without any signs of mental illness.

At this moment, poetry was a complete awakening, tormenting her mental illness as if it had never existed, disappearing without a trace.

“Rojin! ”

Poetry stood up immediately, some excited looking for Luo Jin's figure.

Koro is long gone, there is only one sticker, placed on the desktop, and the fonts on it are printed with poetry curtains.

“The model gun has been given to you. I hope that you will be sickness free and always strong in the future. ”

Looking at such a message, the poem was a model gun in his arms, without words for a long time.