Bai Ran, for the first time, felt dissatisfied with Wu Xie and the others. He pursed his lips, but the stinging pain on his forehead still made him withdraw his thoughts. However, this time, he walked to the side and picked up his machete. He sat in the corner with his machete in his arms and glanced at Wu Xie. For the last time, he decided to follow his heart this time. However, he paused for a moment at Fatty Wang's face, as if he was hesitating, but then he thought of something and said coldly: "Let's go!"

After saying this, Bai Ran closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and no longer paid attention to the three people beside him.

"Brother Bai Ran, what's wrong?" Fatty Wang felt that this was not a very fair thing to do, but he still wanted to shamelessly pretend to get away with it, hoping that there would still be room for easing the situation.

"I am not him, and I will never be him!" Bai Ran said the truth calmly. How similar was this scene to the stubborn refusal to admit that the "Bai Ran" a thousand years ago was not him? Bai Ran had determined from the bottom of his heart that he was not the person they were familiar with, nor was he the person who might be related to him and would make them let down their guard.

"Bai Ran..." Wu Xie took a step forward and prepared to say something, but Bai Ran suddenly inserted his machete into the ground and pointed the blade at them. He did not open his eyes or take any next move, but just frowned slightly. As his eyes closed, the extra eye had turned into a red line, but at this moment, the pair of eyes opened.

The pupil, which was originally filled with bright red, was now dark blue. If you didn't look closely, it was no different from a normal person's eye. It looked at Wu Xie and the other two. Bai Ran felt the guilt and apology coming from the outside world. He opened his eyes and noticed the guilt on the face of Fatty Wang in front of him. He pursed his lips. It seemed that this eye was the key to his ability to grasp those details.

Otherwise, how can I, who am incompatible with this world, discover that I am just a mirror?

Bai Ran closed his eyes, but there was still a tiny gap between his eyebrows, as his last stand. He leaned against the wall, without any desire to speak again. This time, he planned to follow his own heart.

"Hey, everyone, is there a conflict?" Aning's voice sounded above the stone wall. Wuxie looked up and found that light was coming from a hole. Aning's face appeared above the hole. Her delicate face was just the icing on the cake at the moment. Breaking this stalemate was her real contribution.

"Wuxie, I found your third uncle's whereabouts. Would you like to come?" Aning looked around, stayed at Bai Ran's face for a moment, and finally said to Wuxie with a smile.

Wu Xie also glanced at Bai Ran, and finally nodded, and said to the little brother and Fatty Wang: "Let's go!"

"But..." Fatty Wang looked at Bai Ran, whose hand was injured and still bleeding, with some concern and said hesitantly.

"Let's go!" Bai Ran said lightly, and the last gap was completely closed, leaving no room for maneuver and without any hesitation.

Fatty Wang sighed and said to Bai Ran, "Fatty, I always keep my word!" So it was true that I took you out to play before, and you can come to me anytime. Bai Ran felt the kindness, and a warm current surged in his heart, which made him more determined to make a plan that would not let him experience this situation again.

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