he came from the mirror

"There are a lot of them. Most of them are short knives. There are also other styles, such as Miao knives, Malakrishi swords, three-edged thorns, and mother-in-law knives." He stuffed a piece of ribs into his mouth, gnawing vaguely Said: "It's all hanging above the head, standing upright under the feet. Wherever I go, the tips of the knives will demonstrate at me in a uniform way. That feeling is really exciting and sour."

Fang Ziming imagined it for a while, and then shivered sincerely.

Tang Yu was still talking: "I was walking in the forest of knives. At the beginning, there were quite a lot of places to stay, but then the knives under my feet became more and more dense, and the dense steel knives on the top of my head gradually pressed down. There are some places where I can't hide. In the past, you can only bear it hard.”

Fang Ziming frowned, and looked around him: "Where did you get hurt?"

"Ah, of course." Tang Yu poured the entire dish in front of him into a bowl, and ate it deliciously: "I almost lost blood and planted it in it. Fortunately, the only one in the knife forest can take me away My little baby, I finally found it."

Fang Ziming pondered: It seems that Tang Yu's illusion is to choose one among countless weapons, and only when he finds the right knife can he leave it.

In this way, the experience of falling into the mirror at the beginning is really quite safe.

"Before I fell into a coma, I touched a mirror in my hand, so I fell into the world of mirrors." He analyzed: "You were threatening me with a knife, but after you fell unconscious, you saw the forest of swords and sword rain."

"It seems that the impact of that piece of debris on us, as well as the subsequent illusions, are not randomly generated. It must have some connection with the objects we touched before the fusion."

Tang Yu was thoughtful, and then showed a regretful expression: "If I knew this, I should have grabbed a handful of banknotes and held them in my hand!"

Fang Ziming saw that his face was full of "I missed [-] billion", "My heart hurts", "Oh, I'm dead", the sadness was beyond words, and it made him wonder what to do for a while. How to answer the call.

He thought to himself: Although it's not quite right, but...it sounds...it really makes sense...

At this moment, the faces of the two men showed a hint of disappointment at the same time.

After a while, Fang Ziming came back to his senses: "After you wake up, people still stay in the real world, but I fell directly into the mirror world, why is that?"

Tang Yu said disapprovingly: "Oh, that's probably because I have a strong sense of crisis. Knowing that there is a little pervert outside who is coveting my underwear, how could I stay in there longer, of course I have to come out earlier to educate him. "

The corner of Fang Ziming's mouth twitched, and he simply pretended not to hear this sentence.

Tang Yu cleaned up the rice in his bowl, wiped his mouth and stood up, about to go to the bedroom, Fang Ziming called him: "I haven't finished talking yet, where are you going?"

Tang Yu drooped his eyelids: "Smoking, I am addicted to smoking."

"I will smoke later." Fang Ziming stared at him: "Wash your rice bowl and chopsticks, don't expect me to wash the dishes for you."

Tang Yu clicked his tongue, and he walked back backwards, with an expression of "it's too bad I didn't get away with it", trying to bargain: "You wash it for me, and I'll give you a piece of underwear..."

Before he could utter the last word, Fang Ziming immediately heard the sound of the piano and understood the elegant meaning. The young man's hair was about to stand on end, and he slammed the chopsticks on the table with a bang: "Go and wash yourself—"

Tang Yu shrugged his shoulders, and turned the dagger upside down in his hand: "Then change it, how about I make a magic trick for you?"

The black blade reflected a slightly dim light under the incandescent lamp. Fang Ziming realized something was wrong at this moment. He touched his pocket subconsciously, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The tactical knife I had been carrying with me before was gone!

"You... When did you take it away?" The young man moved his buttocks in the chair, his eyes fixed on the man's hand turning the knife.

"It was very early, probably when I put you on the bed." Tang Yu played with it for a while, and seemed to feel bored, so he stopped, put the tactical knife on the table next to Fang Ziming, and said, "I'll give it to you." Magic, how about you help me wash the dishes?"

Fang Ziming looked at him, then at the dagger, and felt that this sentence did not seem to be asking for his opinion: "So this magic is to steal a dagger from me? You call this magic?"

Tang Yu grinned: "No, I'll show you something newer."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand and quickly wiped it on the young man's face.

Fang Ziming: "..."

Fang Ziming: "?"

WTF? ? ?

But then, he had no time to care about Tang Yu's frivolous and presumptuous actions.

A butterfly｜knife with a metallic luster all over its body suddenly landed in the man's left hand. Fang Ziming had just discovered its existence when Tang Yu snapped his fingers with his right hand again, and a dark gray dagger suddenly appeared in his left palm.

Fang Ziming: "?!"

Tang Yu smiled lowly: "One more."

After snapping his fingers, the third tactical knife appeared out of thin air.

Fang Ziming seemed to think of something, his breath trembled, and his back straightened.

"Is this your ability?" He asked uncertainly.

Tang Yu: "Hmm."

Tang Yu: "I call this magic."

Then he put his right hand into his trouser pocket and rotated the three tactical knives with different shapes only with his left hand.

Three sharp blades fluttered up and down at his fingertips, like three lingering butterflies, flapping their wings tirelessly, trying to approach and kiss the man's right hand.

Fang Ziming's eyes were dazzled, he couldn't help raising his hands, and started clapping.

Tang Yu said proudly, "Isn't he handsome?"

Fang Ziming continued to applaud: "How did you turn it? Damn, it's so cool, I want to learn too."

Tang Yu tried to coax him: "Okay, then can you wash the dishes for me?"

Fang Ziming immediately put down his hands, turned around and picked up his chopsticks to continue eating, and flatly rejected the other party's unreasonable request: "Don't wash, get out."

Tang Yu: "..."

Oh, do you want to be so realistic?

He resentfully took back the three daggers, turned around with his hands in his pockets and continued walking towards the bedroom.

"Wash the dishes!" Fang Ziming shouted at his back.

"Just let it stay there." Tang Yu waved his hands back and said listlessly, "I'll deal with it tonight."

Fang Ziming stared at him, first went into the house to find a cigarette, then squatted next to the suitcase and turned the tablet out, then hugged the tablet, like a huge garbage bag, threw it on the sofa in the living room, clicked on the game and buried his head I completely lost myself in the game.

He could hear it clearly at the dining table, and the sound effects of the game coming from the tablet were particularly familiar. It was clearly a casual puzzle game that his mother usually played most — Happy Xiao Xiao Le.

Fang Ziming: "..."

For some reason, the young man felt a little pain in the ass.

Heh, this guy is really handsome for only three seconds.

After dinner, Fang Ziming called Tang Yu, and the two of them squatted in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom and whispered.

The youth briefly talked about the communication media of the two worlds.While speaking, he pressed his hand on the mirror, and both of them saw ripples slowly spread out from under his palm.

"Okay, so that's why you keep showing up at my house." Tang Yu couldn't help but also stretched out his hand, and clasped it twice curiously: "The reason why it shows up at my house is because of the piece in my box Meteorite fragments?"

Fang Ziming glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said hesitantly, "I think, probably."

Tang Yu asked again: "Did the meteorite fall on the night of the [-]th last month? Why was there no report on the Internet?"

Fang Ziming answered him: "On the night of the [-]th, I was filming the meteor shower on Baoyun Mountain in H Province, so I watched it fall with my own eyes. There is nothing wrong with that."

"Oh, if that's the case, then there is only one explanation." Tang Yu snapped his fingers and played with a dagger back and forth: "A certain force is blocking or deleting all news about meteorites. Since Hua If there is no similar report on the Internet in China, and there is no movement in the media outside the wall, then I think there must be more than one force blocking the news, and it is very likely that it is related to the national system."

Fang Ziming nodded: "Before I disappeared, a good friend was there, but after I asked my brother, that friend didn't tell him about the meteorite. I guess some people didn't want him to say it."

The two looked at each other, and Tang Yu clicked his tongue: "It's so annoying, this is a big event for us."

After a moment of silence, Fang Ziming pointed to the mirror and asked softly, "Can you go in?"

Tang Yu said lazily, "I don't know."

Fang Ziming: "Then... let's try it?"

Tang Yu gave him a respectful look.

The young man stopped hesitating. He quickly grabbed Tang Yu's wrist hanging by his side, and with a slight force on the hand that was still attached to the mirror, he said in a low voice, "Build a wormhole and start transmission."

The one-meter-high full-length mirror began to change drastically at this moment.

Tang Yu quietly watched the layers of light waves swaying from the glass mirror. The black-haired young man beside him turned his head sideways, and there were some strange emotions in his beautiful peach eyes. Tang Yu judged it as a little bit of expectation, and a lot of hope. perturbed.

"I'm the only one in the world in the mirror, it's too|quiet." The young man said slowly, "Anyway, I really hope that you can come in and out freely like me."

Tang Yu patted his head with the other hand: "Let's go."

"Ah."

Fang Ziming clenched his hand, then tilted his body, and slammed into the full-length mirror with the man beside him.

After several consecutive flashes, the mirror continued to shake violently, as if indigestion, and "vomited" a large lump of "strange" things out of it again.

Tang Yu rolled half a circle on the ground to remove the impact, and finally stabilized his figure. He stood up from the floor with his head that was throbbing with headache, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case next to his pillow. I feel much better.

"Sure enough." He remembered Fang Ziming's eyes just now, and suddenly became a little irritable: "Fuck, it's really troublesome."

What he hates the most is trouble.

The author has something to say: I forgot to thank Bawang Ticket and Nutrient Solution in the last chapter _(:з"∠)_Sorry!

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Mirror: "Go away! Don't come over, I will scream, I really will!"

Tang Yu: "Don't be nervous, I'll just dawdle and not go in."

Mirror: "Ahh♂Stop it~Ya 蠛蝶♂~"

Fang Ziming: "...you two are devils, right? Let me out of the car!"

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