Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1925: Melted Copy

Lin Sanjiu had thought about it several times, bewildering what the "incarnation" of the big palace would look like. After all, it is good at imitating other copies, with a large area and great power. It is still the culprit for throwing the two into the copy space, causing both of them to suffer a lot-but now when they see it, she can't help but feel a little disappointed.

It's also a big villain, just like this?

The incarnation of the Confused Grand Palace was a bit confused for a while, but it was different from the genderless beauty of the jade peck of the gift bag. His features and features were not even "ordinary", and it seemed that God created human beings. Shimo squeezed a lot, and it was annoying. When it was his turn, he casually pinched out the ups and downs of a face, and clicked two black dots as eyes, even if the task was completed-as for men and women, they didn't even think about it.

It is precisely because of his crude and mediocre features, like a semi-finished product, that Lin Sanjiu has a strange feeling: as long as he confuses the palace, he can turn his face into various styles.

It really is a copy that can survive by imitating others, Lin Sanjiu thought to himself, it is indeed like a group of mud.

"Long time no see," she squatted down in front of the confusing palace, smiled and said: "How did you find us? Wait, let me guess...Did Lucky Wanderer find you?"

If it hadn't been for her to lead the line in the middle, Lin Sanjiu really couldn't figure out how to find the door to the big palace.

It's just that for the lucky rover lottery point, it seems that as long as the Confusion Palace is sent over, the promise is fulfilled. As for what will happen after he comes, it is not within the consideration of the green-haired woman.

The Great Palace of Bewilderment is still sitting on the ground with a calm face. "She deliberately set a trap to harm me," he said hoarsely, "she must have led me to harm me..."

"Hurt you? How did you harm you?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a row: "If you don't attack us, your scene won't be damaged by my friend... by his copy. You are going to explain, she wants How can you set a trap to force you to trap us?"

The Confused Palace opened his mouth, and a trace of disdain flashed across his face, as if he thought Lin Sanjiu's words were false, but he still didn't say a word.

"What do you want to say? You want to say that it is natural and natural for the copy to attack us when it sees it. But if we resist, it is harming you?"

The Great Palace of Confusion still didn't say anything-he probably didn't have much to answer in the face of words that would be hard to listen to.

"The biggest method of your dungeon is nothing more than trapping people in the scene." Lin Sanjiu said slowly, "This method doesn't work anymore. I advise you to cooperate well. When we go out, you can shoot and break up. As if never met before..."

"I just don't want to release the scene. I'm the incarnation of a copy. You really think you can take me—" The Confused Grand Palace laughed, before he finished speaking, he suddenly paused.

He stared at Lin Sanjiu's hands, his brows wrinkled and tightened.

Her two palms are rubbing lightly at this time, and her consciousness is swirling between her palms like a faint mist, neither spreading nor melting away, compared to the bricks that slammed on the ground before. The time is very different. She glanced at the puppeteer from the corner of her eye, wondering if the puppeteer had noticed it; but even if the puppeteer praised her, she would never hear the puppeteer in her life.

To be honest, Lin Sanjiu didn't know what had happened to his consciousness, and what this change meant. In the past, although her consciousness would be upgraded, it was only a change and growth in the card or size, and the essence of her consciousness had not changed—just like a ribbon might become stronger and become two ribbons, but Will not suddenly become a ball.

After she established a connection channel between "self" and "copy space", the consciousness she called out was completely different from before, as if she could no longer be thrown out as a brick like before; It seems to have become a soft, misty cotton.

"You... why are you..." The Confused Palace stared at the invisible and colorless consciousness between her palms, as if she could see them, and asked hoarsely, "Can you use the power of a copy?"

Lin Sanjiu was startled. Dungeon power?

"Wait," he narrowed his eyes, and he was not sure: "This doesn't seem to be a copy of power..."

Lin Sanjiu's heart moved, suddenly an idea came, and immediately put away his consciousness.

"Unexpectedly, you still have a bit of insight...but it's not too accurate. Do I use dungeon power or not, wait until I dismantle the space texture where you are," she recalled the killing hotel and waiting for the two dungeons. After passing, he said plainly: "Use it to trap you again, and slowly absorb this incarnation of you, and you will naturally know when the time comes."

The puppeteer glanced at her. His eyes are as heavy as they are, and anyone can feel it when he hits him.

Did you notice that she was bluffing?

"Do you want to continue talking nonsense?" Lin Sanjiu didn't understand what he meant, and simply continued, "Or, do you think you still have room for bargaining now?"

Confused Palace half-opened his mouth, his gaze swept from the puppet master to Lin Sanjiu, and then swept back again.

"What do you want... what do you want me to do?"

It seemed that he was really hit hard by the puppeteer's copy, and he was confused by Lin Sanjiu's consciousness, and he couldn't even give birth to a sense of resistance. "I'm just an incarnation. I, I can only bring you out at most... I can't do the rest."

"One, take us out," Lin Sanjiu stood up slowly and said, "Two, give me regret medicine."

…She doesn’t blame the gift pack at all.

Li Bao’s instinct is to find comfort and love from her, even if his means of seeking assurance and security are fierce, distorted, and incomprehensible, it is also condensed by the shadows of his past; it is precisely because of that. After such a past, he was the Ji Shanqing that Lin Sanjiu knew.

She understood and accepted, only then would she choose to hug him.

What Lin Sanjiu regrets and hates secretly is actually himself. She did not consider every possibility for Bohemia, did not seize every opportunity for her; if she could return to the afternoon on the Lava World Highway, she hoped to apologize to Bohemia first.

She also wanted to see another Bohemia who would not be allowed to see when she ran and laughed, and she shed tears while reading poems.

"I want to regret the medicine." Lin Sanjiu whispered, "Give it to me now."

The bewildered palace lowered his head and let out a long breath.

"I said, I'm just an avatar," he looked at the ground and whispered: "The actual copy is still on the ground of the Karma Museum. How can I carry regret medicine with me? That copy is used to reward those who successfully pass the level. Naturally, I won’t let me bring it into the copy space."

This answer was reasonable and not surprising, but it did not reduce Lin Sanjiu's irritability at all.

"Then you know where the regret medicine is?" she asked coldly.

"I..." The Confused Grand Palace hesitated for several seconds before saying: "I know. I can take you to the final level, you... If you can successfully get through the level, it is not a violation of the operation law of the dungeon. …"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't hold back the fire anymore—maybe she was tired and tired at the moment, and had a bad temper. She grabbed the collar of the bewildered palace and shouted angrily: "Look, I seem to have fun and continue playing with you. Look? I want regret medicine, I want you to take me to get it!"

She yelled and lifted the person up, but she had no strength now, and finally only pulled the Confused Palace forward. The collar was deformed, but her legs were still sitting on the ground.

When Lin Sanjiu was about to release him, the puppet master suddenly stopped her movement with two words.

"and many more."

The puppeteer took a step forward, looked down at the confusing palace on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Something's wrong..."

"What's wrong?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

The Great Palace of Confusion raised his head and showed a confused and perplexed smile at the puppeteer.

"Eh? Did you see it?" But in just a few words, he looked like a deflated ball, and like ice and snow at extremely high temperatures, rapidly shrinking and dwarfing, and withered sharply to the ground: " I'm going one step ahead, see you two—"