Doomsday Wonderland

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"I feel that your kid is like a good calculation..."

Lin Sanjiu sighed long and felt that he was a little itchy at the moment, and he wanted to fight with someone. The Qianzhengguan sitting next to her seemed to realize what he was doing and sneered twice. Quickly reveal a harmless look of humans and animals.

Even as a half-half visa officer, his ability can still be considered terrible.

It should be said that the ability is sparse.

"Only 7 of them will be considered... Big deal, I don't want a visa." Lin Sanji squinted his hands, his voice faintly coming out of the palm of his hand. "But why is the destination different for each one?"

- Just now, when everyone was told that only seven of the eight people could get a visa, Lin San was still in a heated debate with the rabbit. According to her point of view, this time she would be fine, whether or not it does not matter, the visa is given to several other people; but the rabbit remembered the things in the last world, life and death to go with her, emotional In a word, I can bring out a few mothers.

As a result, both of them quickly became dumb.

Anyway, the destinations of this group of people are different, and naturally there is no need for contention.

"I didn't say it all... I have a very bad ability." Qian Zhengguan touched his face slowly - just now he called the angry rabbit to squat and left a scratch on his knees. mark. He was not stunned and angry, but his voice was soft: "Lin, I want to thank you, and finally gave me this ‘agricultural farm’...”

Lin Sanjiu got out of his nose and responded: "...I can live anyway, no matter where you are. You are different. How do you look like a bad luck from head to toe?"

Originally, she still had some concerns about whether the son-in-law gave her a visa, but after a while, Lin San wine suddenly turned a blind eye – know. The other party is so terrible when it is not completely imitated, at most it can only be restored. If the son-in-law really wants to start with her, she is now alive?

Not as good as bachelor, I used it for Qian Zhenguan.

The young man who got a cheap face is still talking about something like a rice cake. The thoughts of Lin Sanjiu have already flown on--she is not in the mood to listen to him, and squats on his back. Hurry and said "I am leaving for a while." Just jumped off the stake and walked away in his cough.

The quietest place at this time is the root of the tree. Lin San wine sat on the hard skin and took a deep breath.

... this time. Almost the thought turned around, her consciousness immediately seemed to be forced to sink, and quickly sank into the subconscious layer.

"You can be considered to be -"

The darkness in the subconscious layer is not pure, not so dark. It is more like the thick ink of the countless memory pictures, and quickly glides from the eyes of Lin San. Finally gradually revealed a party... classroom.

The two horns representing the teacher of Yiyi trembled with excitement: "Lin, where did you go? Not after you have finished using it, come back to school soon?"

Lin Sanjiu did not have time to answer. Take a look around first.

...... Although there is a blackboard and two rows of desks, the top of the horn is also painted with a row of red paint "to study hard, every day." But how to look at it, just change the kindergarten room to a simple layout. It seems to be a little bit confused with the meaning of pulling down.

With the study has not changed, or a few old faces.

"I still have some expectations for the loss..." Lin Sanjiu whispered lowly. I sat down next to Transformers.

"Not a teacher, I am fooling," said the teacher, who was deeply involved with her level of consciousness. She immediately spoke: "Everything here is built by the consciousness of Lin, and your consciousness is only that." There were fewer students in the same period - of course I can only be wronged in this small classroom."

Lin San wine looked at his own Transformers at the same table, and did not feel that his consciousness was higher than himself.

"In the kindergarten period, we only briefly involved one of the applications of consciousness, 'observation power', and then stopped studying for various reasons..." The teacher's tone is full of regrets. "There is a lot of knowledge that you have not learned." ”

"Then let's talk from the beginning." Lin Sanji also had a lot of questions in his heart: "What did you do when you were in the oasis, helping me to support my ability to the end?"

Yi teacher indulged for a few seconds, seems to be thinking about how to answer, then suddenly on the blackboard, "squeaky", a few white chalk marks gradually become visible - this scene is like a haunted.

"This involves the essence of consciousness. If the potential value determines a person's upper limit, then consciousness is equal to a cheat - it allows an evolver's ability to develop in different directions, with multiple possibilities. For example, observation, ideology, etc., they are not a true evolutionary ability, but a new path opened up by you for this evolutionary ability."

... Fortunately, I am not really a primary school student. Lin San wine secretly thought, nodded and understood.

"In the future, we will learn that the role of consciousness is very wide. When your various aspects are not enough to display a certain skill, you can even use it as a fuel. Of course, this is the practice of bottoming out. The teacher does not recommend this. Do it."

No wonder that since the oasis, it has never been opened again. It seems that consciousness has dried up too much.

I thought that after I had imitated a son-in-law, I slept for more than a week in a single breath. Lin Sanjiu couldn’t help but also had a headache: "...Is it because I am sleepy because I don’t have enough consciousness?"

Yi teacher sighed and sighed. It seemed that the words to be said were very complicated, and even she felt tricky.

"Your current consciousness is not high, and low is not low. It is reasonable to say that it will not be done with a mimetic. The reason for this situation is mainly because of two points... one is because of the teacher. Borrowed some, but this is not important, let's talk about the second point."

... I would like to hear the first point, Lin San wine thought quietly.

"The object you used to imitate last time, whether it is intelligence, brain power or mental strength... Well, euphemistically, it is far beyond you. Good understanding? The goal is stronger than you, and the cost of consciousness is much higher; It’s weaker than you, and after the imitation is finished, maybe even the sweat will not come out.”

"That is to say, although I can imitate others at will, but it is subject to the upper limit of my consciousness...?" Lin Sanjiu could not help but confirm.

The trumpet paused, making people feel that she did not prepare lessons. "In theory, this is true; but one thing is different from what you think - not who you know, you can imitate who."

“Hey?” Lin Sanjiu stunned. “What conditions do you need to imitate?”

"It must be someone you know, and this level can't be too low. If you want to imitate Gongdaoyi now, you will find that the ideology is not successful at all, because your understanding of this man is zero. His entire state of mind is closed to the outside world - although you have fought together."

So to speak... Lin Sanjiu recalled the early morning on the Black Tower. Despite the short time, the attitude of the son-in-law was completely open, unobtrusive – her personality, tone, calm and extreme concept left a vivid impression on her heart.

Instead, she remembered the palace for a moment, she could only remember the beautiful smile on his face.

When Lin Sanshen was fascinated, suddenly the classroom floor trembled a little - she just wanted to jump up and suddenly remembered that it was deep in her own consciousness and couldn't help but ask: "What happened?"

When the voice just fell, I saw the four walls of the classroom screaming, and there was no warning that the room was two meters inward—so that the room that was not big was suddenly half-small and felt like it was about to be squeezed.

"It's awful," the teacher gave a low voice that people couldn't understand. "Lin, this class will be here today. Remember, the road for you will not necessarily be preserved... You must practice more!"

"what happened--"

A "thing" is too late to say, and Lin San’s body has lost his eyes and has returned to reality.

The companions in the distance are still talking about the sky; she feels her own state, calm and calm. (To be continued)

Ps: The traffic flow in the first two days has soared. It’s so beautiful that I feel like it’s suddenly a Wu Yanzu...

Although Wu Yanzu suddenly turned into yesterday, I still have the feeling of death without regrets. I especially want to thank the new readers and give me a lot of confidence!

In addition, I would like to sincerely thank you for flying the pink ticket of Feifei, the sachet of small white wall, the peach fan of Big Mengsky (there is one!), the sachet of the book huw, the pink ticket of vannias, Xiaomeng... 2 pinks of the moonlight (haha)~!

There are still some that seem to have been brushed again, wait for the mother to come out and I will make up again~

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