Tea ceremony live room [unlimited]

What the hell is he doing?

Pei Zhuyang also wanted to know this question.

Since a long time ago, he has always wanted to know.

From Shen Jing's death seven years ago to seven years later, he was burdened with the expectations of countless people, but he failed to take that step.

what is he doing?

At the beginning, they always hope that they can do everything.

Later, those who failed to become heroes also failed to wait for their heroes.

Pei Zhuyang sighed.

In fact, he was not prepared to keep it a secret.

The arrival of Xu Xiyan just made his confession plan ahead of schedule.

only……

The key to everything slowly appeared, and Bai Ye's light figure hovered half a circle in the air and landed on the corner of the table.

Pei Zhuyang: "Let's withdraw."

Following the master's order, the five-color wings faded away and slowly turned into black and white.

The name Bai Ye did not come out of thin air.

All the names of the props in the mirror game are in line with the characteristics of the props, even if the relationship is not strong, it will not be exactly the opposite.

When we first met, "Shen Jing" insisted on changing Bai Ye's name to Bai Yun in order to match Wu Yun. Everyone would find it very strange. A parrot whose body is so colorful that it looks like a paint dish has been knocked over must be called Bai Yun. It doesn't look right.

And Bai Ye was originally a black and white parrot.

As a rare biological prop, Bai Ye can create a wide range of illusions, and when its wings are dyed with colorful colors, it is the proof of the existence of illusions.

Substitute everything into Pei Zhuyang, when Pei Zhuyang turns into Shen Jing, Baiye will be a colorful parrot, and when Pei Zhuyang turns into himself, Baiye should also turn back to black and white.

But this is not the case.

In that live broadcast, Bai Ye was colorful throughout.

That is to say, when Pei Zhuyang turned into his original appearance, Bai Ye did not remove the illusion at all.

why?

This answer, which even Xu Xiyan could not guess, was finally unveiled now.

……

Pei Zhuyang never thought that he could wake up again.

He felt as if he was dead, but the perception in reality reminded him that he seemed to be alive.

There are some vague fragments in my memory, and I can't recall the complete picture when I put it together.

In front of me is a scene that exists in the depths of memory, with snow-white walls and no decorations on all sides.

Seems like the white room that only newcomers look forward to?

Pei Zhuyang thought for a while, then manipulated the guiding mirror to call out Bai Ye.

When Bai Ye came out, he was as dazed as when Pei Zhuyang just woke up: "I always feel like I forgot something important... Damn, who are you?"

Pei Zhuyang: "Are you stupid?"

"You are so stupid!" Bai Ye flew around Pei Zhuyang, and finally landed two meters away from Pei Zhuyang: "Take a look at your appearance before talking."

Pei Zhuyang gave Bai Ye a disgusted look, then picked up the guiding mirror and looked at it as a mirror.

With just one glance, Pei Zhuyang's heart sank.

The picture reflected by the mirror can be described as bizarre.

The face reflected on the mirror was not Pei Zhuyang's appearance at all, no wonder Bai Ye didn't recognize it all of a sudden.

But it is not accurate to say that Pei Zhuyang knew nothing about this face.

This is probably what he looked like when he was... younger.

It has been seven full years since Pei Zhuyang came to the mirror world. Now he is a mature young man, but the person in the mirror clearly still has a young face.

This is roughly what he looked like when he first entered the game.

Not even quite.

The inexplicable rejuvenation is scary enough, but the current situation is not as simple as rejuvenation.

"What is this... I feel like there's something in my eye..."

Pei Zhuyang tried his best to open his eyes wide, and repeatedly observed his pupils in the guiding mirror, the more strange he looked.

Bai Ye fluttered her wings: "It's not that there's something, it's because your pupils are a little...double?"

Pei Zhuyang took a deep breath, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "Double image... double pupil?"

Bai Ye: "Oh, it makes sense, it should be double pupils."

Pei Zhuyang's tone was full of confusion: "When did I become double pupil?"

He lived for 25 years without knowing that he still has a pair of pupils.

Bai Ye came over to observe carefully, after a while, he saw something else: "Your hair is also a bit strange, young man with white hair?"

Pei Zhuyang's heart turned cold when he looked down.

The slightly long hair at the back of the neck hangs down to the neck, and the dazzling white is entrenched like moss. It goes all the way up the hair tip until it turns back to the normal black at the ear temples.

It would be great if it was really a teenager with gray hair, but who has gray hair that grows backwards?

Pei Zhuyang frowned, took out the Sixteen Nights Parade, and cut off all the ends of his hair with one knife.

The scattered hair was turned into ashes in less than five seconds after reaching the hand, and it flowed clean from the fingers.

... This is obviously not the ability of the Sixteen Nights Parade.

The Sixteen Nights Parade is a top-level prop, which integrates defense and attack and is omnipotent, but it may not be as good as a pair of ordinary scissors for cutting hair.

The tail of hair that seemed to be cut evenly with a single knife became very fragmented as soon as it fell apart, as if it had been bitten by a dog. The only good news was that the weird white hair was cut off, and now Pei Zhuyang finally looked——

It seems to be a little human.

"Bai Ye, what do you think... what is my situation?"

Pei Zhuyang asked in a low voice.

Bai Ye was silent.

Both parties have already guessed the answer.

Mirrored.

Only mirroring.

To make people less human, to make people not human.

"That's right, I remember correctly... we failed..."

If you fail in the mirror image game, there are only two consequences, and you die immediately, which is worse than life.

Pei Zhuyang sighed deeply.

Even the Yang God has things that he doesn't understand.

In the mirror world, he has experienced almost all of the human parts, but the consequences of game failure, even for him, are hearsay and untrue.

He once thought that mirroring was the same as death, that he had neither consciousness nor emotion, and he never thought that after mirroring, he could still maintain a fully awake state.

No matter what the facts are, everything is irrelevant.

He wants to thank the reason that is still working normally at this moment, so that he can make the right choice.

"Not necessarily, this, maybe..."

Bai Ye wanted to comfort Pei Zhuyang, but his excuses were really hard to continue after meeting those double pupils.

As a product of the mirror game, Bai Ye has a deeper connection with the mirror world than Pei Zhuyang.

And from the perspective of Bai Ye, the mirror image prop, the human in front of him has lost his human identity and has become the same creature as it.

Bai Ye didn't dare to meet Pei Zhuyang's gaze, so he could only look at the ground and say, "In a good way, with your ability, you should be able to dominate low-level games very quickly, and then upgrade to the big boss of high-level games, Yang □□ No. can be more—”

Stopped abruptly.

Bai Ye smelled blood.

The snow-white Izayoi parade was on the neck, and the sharp blade cut through the skin, leaving a trace of blood.

Pei Zhuyang held a sharp blade, and his determination to die was as firm and sharp as a blade.

Bai Ye's voice was trembling: "Wait, wait..."

Pei Zhuyang shook his head slowly.

He didn't dare to wait for a second, only a decisive death could make him feel at ease.

An ordinary rookie player will become the nightmare of thousands of players after being mirrored, so what about him?

Once the invincible top S-level player—Yangshen becomes a mirrored boss, how many players will die in his hands?

Now he can still stay awake. Once he loses his mind and becomes one of the countless mirrored bosses, how many players can escape from the hands of the Yang God—from the Sixteen Nights Parade and the Thousand Soul Knife?

He had no choice, and he had no way out.

He must use his life to exchange the lives of countless players.

The author says:

Although I know what you are thinking, it is impossible to dress up as a woman just to chase your wife anyway;

And Luo Xun doesn't have to chase after him, he just gives it to him for nothing (lie down)