The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

He Lang thought that Song Lin's words of "this time the advancement is relatively small" were purely comforting, and thought that the torture he actually suffered would not be too different from before, so he always treated this advancement with a serious attitude.

Unexpectedly, half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Although the instability of the magic power source continued, it was not unbearable.

For example, the previous few times of "resurrection", it was really trivial.

Just when He Lang told Song Lin this feeling with a little satisfaction, Song Lin replied lightly: "Oh, then you prepare yourself. Just these two nights, let's see if you will 'die to death' again."

"...Ah?" The smile on He Lang's face hadn't faded away, and he was confused by Song Lin's words, but the man quickly realized, "You mean, the advanced stage will be completed in two nights gone?"

"First, whether you can complete the advanced stage depends not on whether the time is up, but on whether you can survive." Song Lin stretched out two fingers, "Second, I'm not sure if it's at night, but you've been here for a few days I am running the magic power in rhythm, so I guess the advanced stage will enter the final stage when I help you run the magic power."

"You're just guessing, then what you said just now seems to be true..." He Lang looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised his chin, "What are you doing with a tree branch? Can't you just put it down after you finish speaking?" ?”

Song Lin thought for a while: "I wish you victory?"

"I wish you a fart." He Lang sneered, grabbed the young man's hand, and lowered the "yeah" gesture, "This is a one-way ticket that only allows success and not failure. I have other things besides victory." Choose?"

Song Lin struggled a bit, but didn't move away: "It seems that you are very confident."

"If you don't have it, you have to have it." He Lang raised the hand he was holding in a gesture, and raised his eyebrows, "After all, I am a 'personal' disciple of Master Song, and Master Song sorted out the magic power for me personally. If you fail, you don’t know how to praise, right?”

Song Lin also raised his eyebrows.

He and the man looked at each other for a few seconds, and then looked at his hand that the man was holding. After a while, he finally said, "Okay, let go, advance tomorrow night, and be mentally prepared."

He Lang smiled, and finally let go of the young man's hand: "Yes, Master Song."

Logically speaking, He Lang should not be afraid of such a small advancement.

But people have this kind of problem. When they don’t tell them when they will die, they live well every day; if they tell them they will die the night after tomorrow, they have to keep trembling and thinking wildly.

He Lang is in this state now.He knew in his heart that there would be no problem. After all, he had already broken through the more terrible times before, so he wouldn't be capsized in the gutter at this time.But as long as he remembered the illusion from last time, when he saw Song Lin again, He Lang would inevitably feel a little guilty.

This state was noticed by Song Lin on the night when the advanced stage was ushered in.

Of course, Song Lin still didn't know why the man seemed a little cramped at this time, so he just raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you nervous, I'm here, and I can still make you play yourself to death?"

I was originally "dead"... He Lang thought silently, and replied on his face: "It's not nervous, it's called excitement, excited, okay? This is a state specially adjusted to meet the challenge. Who have you seen on the stage?" Are you lazy on the battlefield?"

"Okay, this excited and excited gentleman, can you sit down?" Song Lin patted the side of his bed, "Although you are here to advance, I have to sleep, please make sure The rest time of the mortal body, is it okay?"

"Uh, okay." He Lang strode over to Song Lin's bedside, and was about to sit on the edge of the bedside as before, when he suddenly stopped and said, "I'll advance next to you? No way?" Did it interfere with your sleep?"

"Other people sleep and sleepwalk, do you advance to sleepwalking?" Song Lin glanced at him, "Don't dawdle, hurry up."

He Lang didn't know which tendon was twitched, so he blurted out: "Invite a man to your bed, can you be less sense of crisis?"

As soon as these words came out, both of them froze for a moment.

Then He Lang came to his senses and felt that he was really a bit of a slut and there was no law to rule him, even smacking his mouth didn't work.Song Lin sat cross-legged on the bed, raised his eyebrows and said, "Am I inviting a man? I'm just inviting 'a corpse'."

Look, his mouth is more poisonous than mine!He Lang thought resentfully: Don't look at Song Lin's honest appearance, the soul of nearly a thousand years inside is rich in experience.

So He Lang felt that in order not to escalate the situation, it was better to keep silent at this time.

Fortunately, Song Lin didn't intend to "counterattack" He Lang. After a few words, he returned to the main topic: "Do you still want to advance? If you advance, come here. If you don't advance, get out. Don't stay in my room." The center is used as a decoration."

After getting the steps, He Lang didn't hesitate this time, and sat down beside Song Lin's bed.He was about to stretch out his hand to hold the young man's, when he suddenly asked another question: "By the way, if there is another illusion this time, will you still come?"

"If it goes well, I don't have the luxury to harass you. And this time it's really just a small step forward, plus Zhong Chi's prickly consciousness has already left your body, so there's really no need to look like you're so big. Enemy." Song Lin paused and asked, "By the way, where's the queen bee?"

"I didn't let it come... Should I let it come?"

"Come on." Song Lin replied, "If it can help you, you will get through it faster; if it can still affect you like last time, you can 'kill' it again, increasing your control spirit Strength, resistance to psychic influence."

"Okay." He Lang stood up again, walked to the side and opened the window in Song Lin's bedroom, stretched out his hand, and a red, yellow and black "bullet" quickly hit his hand.

He Lang closed the window and sat back on Song Lin's bed again: "Now, can we start?"

"It's not me who wasted the time." Song Lin expressed dissatisfaction with the man's beating behavior, but he still lay down and stretched out his hand, "Good night."

He Lang held his palm together, and Song Lin's magic power rushed in immediately, and he worked with He Lang's magic power in a familiar way.

"Good night."

Clank——

clang clang!

The bell rang, and He Lang found himself standing on a street.

The streets are not too wide, only four or five meters long, and they are all cobblestone roads.There are many small buildings on both sides of the street, tall and short, the shortest is a bungalow, and the tallest is only three or four floors.The colors of some small buildings are very bright, and some are pure white, but it will not make people feel that there is any abruptness in the color matching.

Along the street of the small building, there are either shops open for business, or there are street stalls at the door.The lively cries attracted people to stop and watch, forming circles of different sizes one after another.Some of the dancers dancing on the drums are the most attractive. The beautiful music is accompanied by the rhythm of the dancers, and the gauze is flying. It seems that everyone can see the real appearance of the dancers from these gaps.

And because of the gathering of people, the already busy streets became even more crowded.The crowd was bustling, shoulder to shoulder, and often had to collide.Strangely, no one complained, and everyone seemed happy and in high spirits.

What's even more strange is that almost everyone on the street is wearing white or light-colored clothes, skirts, trousers, robes...the clothes are covered with various kinds of jewelry, and most of them are gold jewelry.

"oops!"

A little boy in a small white robe ran into He Lang without looking at the road.He Lang stretched out his hand to straighten him, then nodded with the child's mother who came behind, and handed the child back to her.

He Lang narrowed his eyes as he watched the mother and son disappear into the crowd.

He had never seen a street like this in his memory.

At first glance, it looks like some cities in West Asia or the Middle East.But after careful comparison, He Lang felt that it should not be those places.Because this place seems to be holding some kind of festival right now, but in He Lang's memory, there is no celebration that matches the characteristics everywhere, and he has never been on a mission for a similar celebration.

This feeling is very strange, He Lang has never realized that he is in an illusion so quickly, and his memory is not disordered at all.It's as if he's watching a holographic movie, rather than experiencing a bewitching hallucination.

He Lang originally thought that he was mentally prepared for all possible illusions, but what happened now made him feel that he had experienced too little.

——In a completely strange illusion, how should I solve it?

He Lang tried to command the illusion to change as he did last time, in order to seize control of the illusion.But even if he concentrated on manipulating it, there seemed to be a little ripple in the sky - of course, maybe this was just a misreading - nothing else changed.

"It's not a solution to stand still..." He Lang muttered, "Let's walk."

So the man walked up and down the street.He was wearing a white robe, and he was still wearing the clothes he wore at home.It looks a bit weird, but this place seems to be very tolerant of weird things, and no one will point fingers at him.If He Lang looked carefully at the people passing by, they would nod and smile at him.

"This place is too friendly..." He Lang frowned, "This doesn't seem like a scene of attacking people."

"Sir, on days like this, it's rare to see you look so sad."

A young girl suddenly approached He Lang.The language she spoke was very strange, it didn't belong to any language that He Lang knew, but He Lang could understand it.

She grabbed a handful of small white flowers from her little basket and stuffed them into He Lang's hands: "The flowers representing hope and peace are here for you. I hope you will have a good time in Fuzhao's Grace!"

After that, she turned and left.

He Lang looked at the small white flower in his hand: "Fuzhao Enyan...?"

"Higgins! Can you hurry up!"

Higgins? !

The sudden shout from ahead caught He Lang's attention. He looked up and found a tall man in soft armor and carrying a big sword shouting in his direction.At this moment, a man wrapped in a beige cloak and carrying a staff walked towards the tall man from He Lang's left.

He Lang subconsciously said, "Higgins...?"

The footsteps of the beige cloak stopped, and he turned his head to look over.

Light brown pupils, westernized appearance, long dark hair slipping out of the hood.At first glance, it was a bit unfamiliar, but He Lang recognized it immediately - this is Higgins, Song Lin's previous life!

He Lang took a step towards him: "You..."

"I don't seem to know you." Higgins looked He Lang up and down, and suddenly smiled, "But you are welcome here, a guest from afar."

These words were very meaningful, and He Lang couldn't help catching up with him: "Do you know who I am?"

Higgins' expression returned to indifference, but he still replied to He Lang's words: "Your Excellency doesn't even know who he is, so why ask me?"

His tone did not seem to be fake, He Lang couldn't help being stunned for a moment: Isn't it Song Lin?Isn't it the Song Lin I know?

The man didn't know whether to follow this Higgins.

Just when He Lang hesitated and stopped, Higgins suddenly turned around and asked, "I'm going to create a mercenary group, will you come?"

He Lang hesitated for a moment before throwing it away: "Go!"

So Higgins joined the tall warrior, followed by an unknown He Lang.The tall soldier looked back at He Lang, raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Higgins, and asked, "What are you doing? Who is he?"

"It's... an old friend, but I don't know his current situation." Higgins' attitude was very calm, and he replied lightly, "Don't worry, I have a measure."

Hearing this, the tall warrior glanced at He Lang and then at Higgins.After confirming that Higgins would not change his mind, he could only give in: "Well, I just knew..."

Then, he really didn't care that Higgins took an unidentified person to create a mercenary group.

In fact, the soldier didn't know the real reason, and it was impossible for Higgins to tell him these reasons.

Higgins thought: This is golden bone.

——This golden bone... seems to have a contract with me.

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