Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The street was only 300 meters away. Among the crowd, there was a slightly obese figure holding a sharp sword, very coquettish.

He pulls passers-by from time to time.

The range of motion is very large.

Just looking at its shape but not hearing its sound, Fang Lang can be 100% sure that this person is a sword.

next second.

The dull voice of Feng Jian came from behind.

"They didn't tell me that there is another, no, two brothers who look exactly like me in this world!"

Listen to the sound of the wind sword.

Fang Lang turned around suddenly.

Only tens of meters later.

That is, the center of the crowd, Feng Jian was looking in another direction strangely.

Look down the line of sight.

It's very simple and easy to do. Fang Lang saw another person a hundred meters away walking in this direction, with a cheap sword all over his face.

The wind sword enthusiastically hooked around a young man's neck, whispering something mysteriously to him.

Three wind swords.

People can't tell the truth from the fake.

Even the details of the clothes you wear are exactly the same.

Even the metal sword in his hand had a small gap the size of a grain of rice in front of the sword.

Three wind swords.

With the joint efforts of everyone present, he was soon trapped in this spacious warehouse.

Three wind swords.

They all sit on the ground in deceitful ways.

Three wind swords.

All looked at each other in horror and bewilderment.

At the same time, Fang Lang, named after Qianfengjian, also entered the center of the warehouse crowd.

He kept a distance of seven or eight meters from them, leaned against the pillar, looked at them calmly, and looked at the bystanders around him calmly.

no way.

Even if Fang Lang wanted to abandon the wind sword, it would be difficult for him to do so.

Instead of waiting for others to use force, it is better to work together to "please" him here.

It's better to recognize yourself and "walk" here automatically.

Before Fang Lang had time to say something to relieve the tension, the three swords started their quarrel.

One of the swords was pointed at the noses of the other two, cursing them.

"Where the hell are you two fakes from, say, what's your intention in pretending to be me? It's hard to change faces in a dream, but it's not an unattainable goal."

Faces can be seen in dreams. However, I've never heard of someone changing face in a dream with the exact same body as the target person. Even the height and hairstyle are no different.

Fang Lang sighed in his heart speechlessly.

Another sword laughed and questioned loudly.

"Pretending to be you? I think you two are pretending to be me!"

The other two swords, accused of posing as liars, did not make eye contact, opened their mouths and spit out two words at the same time.

"Pooh!"

When I found myself saying the same sentence tacitly with another wind sword.

The third wind sword was out of anger, his fingers were trembling, and he yelled at the noses of the other two wind swords.

"Which of you sold them the so-called mysterious news? But now I am here to suffer for you two!"

The first wind sword slapped the ground angrily, condemning loudly.

"Ask me? I still want to ask you the same question!"

The second sword sneered, then laughed out loud.

"Pretend, keep pretending, I'll see when you can do it."

The third wind sword raised its arms, raised its chin, and turned its nostrils upward.

"It can't be true, it can't be true, sooner or later you'll show your fox's tail!"

After arguing to a dead end.

The three people turned their heads at the same time as if discussing, looking at Fang Lang from three different angles, arguing with Fang Lang on every word.

"Guge, tell me, which one of us is real!"

Fang Lang was dumbfounded.

He never imagined that the war would finally burn on him.

Stupid circles are just for a split second.

In the next second, he rushed towards the three swords with a straight face, and the three swords asked him the same question at the same time, saying only one word.

"Get out!"

Some kind of inexplicable but intense noise.

The noisy host and the surrounding audience dazedly went online.

Then, most people couldn't help but set their sights on Fang Lang.

In full view.

Looking at the still noisy Three Swords.

Fang Lang involuntarily "thumped" in his heart.

Take a closer look at each wind sword.

However, I can't really see which sword is real and which is fake.

Even if you have worn out prosthetic eyes.

At most, he only saw that the clothes of the three swords were a little strange in some details.

But with this kind of strange point that is difficult to detect under normal circumstances, Fang Lang will never be able to judge which one is true and which one is false.

But due to too much attention, I had to come up with some dry goods.

Yes.

Clearing his throat, Fang Lang charged three swords directly and asked a few questions at the same time.

What exactly do you want to do when you're walking through a crowd?

Three Swords looked at Fang Lang enthusiastically. After hearing Fang Lang's question, they opened their mouths without thinking and gave the same answer.

"Sell

news! "

...

Faced with such unity, there was no hesitation in the answer, and Fang Lang was unhappy.

Is this the rhythm of not taking the initiative to confess everything? I am afraid that the Three Swords have also thought of this.

The other party gave each other a hard look.

Another example is pre-rehearsing general opening sentences and correcting mistakes in previous words.

"But I never sold the news to these two people!"

Ha ha.

Cynics abound.

No matter the people present or the spectators, almost no one believed that these three words were correct.

Even Fang Lang couldn't help laughing to the bottom of his heart.

It's hard to believe as a brother, let alone an outsider.

I thought about it.

Fang Lang continued to question the bystanders who seemed ready to teach the liar at any time, regardless of other eager attempts.

"Where did you learn valuable information in this dangerous dream? Why would you sell different information to different people?"

After hearing this question, the first sword patted his chest and answered loudly proudly.

"I don't need to know where it's coming from, I just need to know!"

Glancing contemptuously at the first sword, the second sword added proudly.

"It should be that when I see someone's face, important information about him automatically pops into my mind."

Nodding heavily, echoing the action, the other two answered by themselves, and the third, Blade, muttered regretfully.

"Unfortunately, today I found more than 20 random people, and they all refused to believe what I said."

Having said that, the eyes of the three swords suddenly lit up at the same time, and they shouted at Fang Lang in unison. ..