The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

The silencer muffled the gunfire, but the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the room.

The gun moved away, leaving a bloody hole with burn marks, which was shocking.The young man opened his eyes, his black pupils narrowed slightly, and his expression remained in disbelief for a moment, but his life was gone forever.

He Lang looked at his own in silence, and then at the young man who "will not rest in peace" for a few seconds, and finally stretched out his left palm and wiped his eyes.

"Is it necessary to do such a superfluous thing to a phantom?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind, He Lang turned his head in astonishment, and saw a person standing abruptly in the room.

With short black hair and silver pupils, it was Song Lin.

Another Song Lin.

He Lang quickly aimed his gun at him.

"You want to kill me?" the young man said, "Whatever, it won't do me any real harm anyway, only you will be backlashed by the contract."

As he spoke, he approached the bed and glanced at the person on the bed who looked exactly like him: "Oh, so similar? It seems that my image in your consciousness is very clear, and he extracted it completely."

The young man moved his nose and sniffed the smell that had not completely dissipated in the room: "This is not incense... Is it the smell you smelled from me before? I think it's okay, it's not too obvious."

He Lang's expression softened a little.At this time, he had long forgotten about alienation or not: "...Why is the smell on your body gone?"

"Smell?" Song Lin looked at the man with a calm expression, as if the gun pointed at him didn't exist, "This is just an illusion. I wasn't created by Zhong Chi from your memory, nor was it conceived by you. I am Me, I don't think I smell, so I don't smell here."

He Lang slowly put down the gun: "It's you..."

"It's me." Song Lin replied indifferently, "Your pathway has been widened, and the power of the undead has almost converged, but you haven't returned to consciousness, so Master Liuxia suggested me to take a look."

He pointed to "self" on the bed: "Do you have to solve this every time?"

He Lang was still a little unsure of his identity, but he subconsciously responded, "Almost, but not every time..."

The young man looked down and landed on the man's groin: "Then, what about that?"

He Lang had already almost confirmed his identity - there was no reason, but he had an answer from the bottom of his heart - but when Song Lin asked, he became nervous again: "Which one?"

Song Lin looked at the man with a calm expression, but He Lang could see a narrowness in his eyes.

"Which one are you talking about?" The young man paused, and then said, "However, you haven't experienced it for so long... It's not impossible to have a good time in the illusion."

He Lang frowned, feeling like he couldn't understand the young man's words: "What are you talking about?"

"Although Zhong Chi pulled you into the illusion, it's still in your body after all, and it's your home field. It's okay to come back if you want to." Song Lin pointed to "myself" lying on the bed, and said, "He can change the person you remember as you like, and of course you can also replace this guy with your previous X fantasy object."

The young man looked at the man with a surprised face: "Anyway, what happens in the illusion is similar to a dream, at least your consciousness can be 'comfortable' for a while, isn't it?"

"...I don't know what you're talking about." He Lang wiped his face, then muttered, "I'm really crazy, whether this is a fucking illusion, imagination, or something else, I actually heard you Talking to me like this. You should be upset when you see this situation..."

The man felt that his current "wretched" appearance, plus the guy lying under him that was exactly the same as the young man's face, was basically similar to the scene of the X corpse.Referring to Song Lin's temper after the "accident" last time, He Lang didn't think the real Song Lin would remain indifferent after seeing this scene.It is even more impossible to give yourself "fire-fighting advice" or something.

Could it be that after avoiding Song Lin for too long, strange consequences finally erupted in the illusion?

Seeing his appearance of self-doubt again, Song Lin didn't explain too much, and asked, "What do you like? White, yellow, black? Body and face, who do you refer to?"

He Lang was startled: "...what?"

"I came in using the contract, which can slightly affect your consciousness." Song Lin pointed at "myself" lying on the bed, "For example, like this."

He Lang looked in the direction of his fingers, and the corpse lying under him somehow changed into a sexy and hot beauty with brown skin.Her forehead was smooth and full without any damage.She smiled at He Lang, looked bright, and then stretched out her arms and hugged him.

"No, wait, wait!" He Lang wanted to push her away, but his hand almost fell into the wrong place.After finally holding the big beauty's shoulders, He Lang looked at Song Lin in surprise: "What's going on! What did you do?!"

"I just chose a general image for you based on the environment here." Song Lin shrugged, "I don't know what your fantasy object is like."

The beauty was still sticking to He Lang's body, she was as soft as boneless, passionate and bold.As soon as she stretched out her slender fingers, she touched the place where the man hadn't calmed down.

"Get out!" He Lang pushed her away, and then yelled at Song Lin, "What's the matter with his fantasies! What are you fussing about!"

The beauty was overthrown on the bed, and she was not annoyed.She giggled, raised her long legs, and "stepped" on the ground again with the front half of her feet.

"Damn it...!" He Lang jumped off the bed in fright because of this Fengyue trick, and he didn't care if Song Lin was real or not, so he yelled at him, "Stop playing!"

"If you don't like it, just change it." Song Lin shrugged, "Try to think about what you want her to be like, what kind of illusion you want this illusion to be like, and what kind of things will happen. Influencing here is like manipulating your dreams."

"I've never learned to manipulate dreams..." He Lang muttered.He realized now that Song Lin was joking on the one hand, and on the other hand he was really teaching himself how to change the illusion.The man suppressed the anger in his heart and stared at the brown-skinned woman with a serious expression, even if she winked at him, his expression did not change.

The man stared at her, and for some reason he thought of the young man who had been avoided by him for a few days and now stood in the illusion with him: the hair was shorter, the darker, the lips were thinner, the corner of the eye drooped, and the silver-gray pupils...

The hot beauty gradually changed her appearance.

Song Lin was expressionless, watching the woman change back in just a few seconds, showing exactly the same appearance as herself again.

This time, even the pupils were the same color.

However, only the appearance has changed, that is to say, whether it is the seductive chuckle on the other party's face or the leg lift just now, they are still there.

From He Lang and Song Lin's point of view, it was this person who was holding Song Lin's face, with the red veil spread out under his body, and the robe on his left shoulder had also slipped off.He also stretched out his slender left leg from under the robe, the instep was slightly stretched, stepping on the edge of the veil, the red made the instep extremely white.

He Lang, the instigator, was dumbfounded: "Damn..."

There is no doubt that Song Lin would never be able to do these actions, and He Lang could not have imagined that young people would do such actions.The scene in front of him was too beyond reality.

The young man sitting on the red veil even continued his previous behavior. He slightly squeezed his right eye, and the cold silver-gray eyes were suddenly dyed with some different colors.

The other pair of identical silver-gray eyes looked even colder.

"He Lang." Song Lin looked at the "self" who was "scrambling his head and posing" on the bed, and his tone was light, but it made He Lang's back feel chills, "Did I say that if you play this kind of joke with me again, I will let you laugh?" You lick me?"

"That counts?!" He Lang said in surprise, "I didn't mean to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Lin turned around and opened the door and walked out quickly.He Lang cursed again, glanced at the bewildered "Song Lin" on the bed, turned his head and chased after him.

When Song Lin walked into the corridor, the smoking man who looked at the corridor immediately stood up and walked towards him while questioning loudly.Before Song Lin could force him to retreat, He Lang chased him out and shouted, "Back off!"

Then the smoking man stopped, sat back to the original place as if nothing had happened and continued to smoke, as if the scene of questioning just now was a hallucination.

This is He Lang's power in the illusion.People can stand, sit, see, or never hear, all based on the thought of the controller.

With no obstacles, Song Lin walked faster.He strode out the door, through the stall outside the door, and into the street.The crowd on the street was still flowing. Song Lin was not tall in the local area. When he walked into the crowd, he would soon be overwhelmed by the crowd.

He Lang chased him to the street, and when he turned his head, the young man was left with only a back that was sometimes covered by people.

"Song Lin!" He Lang ran after him, "Wait!"

Pedestrians blocked He Lang's way, he stretched his neck to look ahead while pushing aside the traffic, the young man's black hair was almost invisible.

No, I'm going to lose it...!He Lang has completely put aside the idea of ​​avoiding the young man, and there is a strong desire to catch up with the young man in his mind: "Song Lin!!!"

wow——

The next moment, He Lang abruptly grabbed Song Lin's wrist.

The man froze for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted yet, why did he suddenly teleport to the young man's side.Song Lin turned around, raised his grasped wrist, raised his eyebrows and said, "You're a quick learner. Your instinct to use power is really amazing."

He has already gone far, but the man can grasp it with just one thought, this is his power in the illusion.

"Uh, is this the time to talk about this?" He Lang lost his temper with him, "How should we go out now?"

"If you can catch me, you can catch anyone who invades your consciousness." Song Lin broke away from the man's iron palm, "But before that, let me see how far you can control this illusion. "

He Lang thought for a while, then turned around and walked to the side of a small stall, stepped on a wooden barrel beside the stall and jumped up to the roof of an earth-colored bungalow behind.

Pedestrians and stall owners turned a blind eye to all this.

He Lang squatted on the roof, and stretched out his hand to Song Lin: "Come."

The man suddenly felt as if he hadn't done this for a long time.

Song Lin raised his head to look at him, and with a light hop, a gust of wind sent him to He Lang's side.

The young man asked, "So, what are you going to do?"

He Lang followed the street and pointed to the distance: "Look."

Song Lin looked in the direction of his finger, and saw the bustling street extending far away, people everywhere, and more buildings at a distance that people couldn't see clearly.The young man was about to ask the man what he wanted to see, when he suddenly felt that the distant scenery moved upwards.

It's not an illusion, the far side of the road really lifts up!Not only the road, everything in the distance is turning up!

It seems that there is an invisible broken line, and the ground plane on the other side of the line is lifted up, and the roads, buildings, pedestrians and vehicles walking on it gradually become things on a vertical plane.Yet no one panicked, and nothing slid off the vertical ground.Pedestrians and vehicles walk freely from the plane to the vertical, as if everything is business as usual.

Song Lin looked at the scene that was more magical than a mirage in silence, and glanced at the man standing beside him.

He Langruo looked at him with feelings: "Don't worry, there are more."

Just as he was speaking, Song Lin felt that something seemed to appear above the sky.He looked up, and a black shadow slowly pressed down, staying at the position of the floating clouds.Through the floating clouds, the buildings and streets above can be clearly seen.

Yes, that's the flipped world too!

It seems that a huge mirror appeared in the sky, reflecting everything on the ground onto the dome paper.However, this is more surreal than the reflection, where the clouds pass through the tallest—or the longest—building upside down, while people, animals, and vehicles move freely as if they were on flat ground.

There is no science at all in this world, and any bizarre things can happen.It's not "domain manipulation", it's like "domain manipulation".

This is He Lang's power in the illusion.

He turned his head and looked at the young man standing beside him.The young man's silver pupils stared at the sky, seeming to be shining with a slight brilliance.An inexplicable sense of pride rose in He Lang's heart, as if when you showed off your best side, the person you most wanted him to see saw your best performance.

He Lang secretly smiled smugly: "How is it?"

Song Lin lowered his head and glanced at him. Just when the man thought he was about to admire, the young man suddenly sneered, "A tribute to classic movies, huh?"

Spectacular is very spectacular, but there is always a sense of déjà vu, isn’t it?

"...Hey." He Lang wiped his face, and it was really depressing to get such an evaluation after so much trouble, "I found that you are really difficult to serve, is it so difficult to say a good word?"

Song Lin said calmly: "Then catch that guy for me."

"Okay, okay, you have the final say."

He Lang didn't care about the world turned upside down by him, stretched out his hand towards the front, and slowly clenched his fist.

Black smoke gathered from all directions, quickly condensing in the void.