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Under the collision of the golden lion head, Qian Cangyi felt that his consciousness was pushed aside like an onion. Whether it was subconscious or deep consciousness, it was all displayed in front of the golden lion head.

Half asleep and half awake, Qian Cangyi felt that he had come to a strange place.

In fact, this place is not unfamiliar. His current position is a helicopter in the world of "Computer". At that time, he and Qian Jiangyue were blocked in a fixed place by an unknown ‘ghost’.

It was a ghost that could control the wind at will. At that time, the two of them were like victims whose necks had been strangled by a rope, and they could only struggle to death with their last breath.

However, the people in the helicopter were completely different at this time. There was no one in the driver's seat, and the uniformed person who was supposed to watch him was not in the helicopter, but there was one more person.

This is a young man wearing rimless glasses with a slender body. He is sitting quietly in the helicopter. At this time, the young man is turning his head and looking out the window.

That is the darkness before the rising sun.

Although Qian Cangyi didn't see the young man's face at this time, he would never forget his back.

"Is it you?" Qiancang looked around.

Knowing that you are in a certain illusion, of course, this is only a relatively simple method, in fact, it should be a recombination of the basic structure of memory.

The young man turned his head, it was Zhidoxing who had died on Hefang Island.

"Actually, you don't have to stick to it anymore. I saved you only because I was already dead. I couldn't survive without saving you." After that, Zhi Duoxing took off his glasses, "I didn't expect you to live until now. Tired?"

Qiancangyi didn't want to pay any attention, but he swallowed after the words reached his lips.

Originally, he was half bent over in the helicopter cabin. After Zhiduoxing finished, he chose to sit down.

"You are dead." Qian Cangyi gave his own answer.

"What counts as death?" Zhi Duoxing asked back, "In the long river of history, many people have died, but their thoughts have been passed down, and some have become allusions. If you use physiology as the standard, they have indeed It's dead, there are no bones left, but what if you use influence as the standard?"

"Then they are still alive. As long as civilization continues, they will continue to live and live in everyone's heart. I will appear here. Can't you think of the reason? You know the reason, but you don't want to admit it."

"Because from the moment I saved you, my words have become your burden. You do not agree with my ideas, but you are the beneficiary of my ideas, so you are very contradictory."

"You want to stick to your own way, but you always choose the approach that is more in line with my requirements. Isn't that the case? In the last movie you participated in, you thought you were in control, but what? Accidents let everything It's all ruined. If it wasn't for another actor who had spared his life to protect you, do you think you can live to this day?"

After the words that touched the bottom of my heart came out of Zhi Duoxing's mouth, the helicopter cabin suddenly became extremely silent.

Qiancangyi knew that the other party was right.

The reason is simple, because Zhi Duoxing's words are his own thoughts, and he has never told anyone his thoughts.

Everything was changed at the moment when his head and body separated.

Although he has never performed himself, there is no doubt that everyone is his own protagonist. Whether he admits it or not, this will not change.

Qian Cangyi had some similar thoughts at the time, and it wasn't until his head was mixed with those heads that had been placed for indefinitely that he really felt weakness.

After hesitating for a while, Qiancang sighed, then covered his face with both hands.

"Is time and space countercurrent so difficult? This movie has just begun..." His voice echoed in the cabin, weak.

"When will you still want to deceive yourself?" Zhi Duoxing asked suddenly.

"Don't." As soon as Qiancang released his hand, he took a deep breath, "I already know, you don't have to."

"Then yourself." Zhi Duoxing smiled.

Hearing these words, Qian Cangyi put his hands on his knees and opened his mouth several times, but the words still didn't come out.

All the details came to mind at that time, and then everything began to reverse, just like a movie being played backwards, and finally stopped at the moment when the four of He Fangdao climbed the long steps.

"At that time, you saw that I was holding the first aid spray and didn't use it right away, so you were very worried at the time. You were full of doubts. You thought I would not save you." Zhidoxing began to speak.

Qiancang gave a dazzling look, and stretched out his hand, but his hand passed through the middle of Zhi Duoxing's body.

At this moment, he knew that he could not stop it, and of course, what had been worrying in his heart was finally relieved.

The morning sun rose, and the golden waves slowly penetrated into the helicopter from the gap.

"The first aid spray can be used three times. You think the best allocation is for you to use it twice, and I use it once." Zhi Duoxing continued, Qiancang sat back in his seat and listened quietly.

"The final result is that I used all the first aid spray on you, and then I took the headless body away with all the wounds, and died on the road full of heads. The soul traded with the moon **** and became His believer." Zhi Duoxing paused here, "What about you? You and Jing went along another spiral staircase to the observation deck of the Moon God, and then...you died."

"For you, do those three first aid sprays have any effect? ​​In addition to making you go to death faster." Zhi Duoxing's voice was not rushed.

Qiancang did not speak, but lowered his head, looking at the floor that was gradually eroded by the golden waves.

"If you were not so suspicious at the time, let me have a good reason to use an emergency spray for myself, maybe everything will be completely different~www.wuxiaspot.com~Zhi Duo Xing puts on the glasses, "Yes, it is you... Dead me! "

Hearing this sentence, Qiancang sighed and shook unconsciously.

"This is Zhu Xin?" Qian Cang turned his head and looked at Zhi Duoxing, "Yes, I... killed you. Even if it is the tranquility of hiding your true actor rating, it is not the direct cause of your death, although It is shameless to have the rest of the actors take responsibility for her, but she still contributed her own first aid spray, which is beyond reproach."

"At the end of the last movie, the actor and I had some ideas about saving people by myself. At that time, I thought of you. In fact, although I didn't know it, you were probably very desperate at the time. You hope you can have A relatively beautiful death."

"You want to have a death of'I have done my best', and the faith you bear will no longer have a reason to blame you. Even if it is not a clear conscience, it can be called no regrets. I think carefully. However, your idea is actually not realistic at all, it is too idealistic. If you really want to achieve it, you must at least understand the things that draw us into the **** movie."

Qiancang briefly.

"Perhaps, I hope you can keep going." Zhi Duoxing's body also began to be covered by golden waves.

"Then, that's the end of the conversation, my friend." After Qiancang stood up, then opened the door of the cabin. Outside the door, Qian Jiangyue was falling in the air, climbing with both hands along the rope forcefully.

Qiancang Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed the string.

Everything around him turned into golden waves, and the string held by Qiancangyi became a string that allowed the three to connect to each other in the backflow of time and space.

Under the impact of the golden lion head, obvious cracks have appeared in the string. ()

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