The Puppeteer of Academy City

"Homogeneous gathering?"

Ling Xingye finally knew the truth about the elder brother's ability to manipulate mass, but it didn't mean anything to his current situation.

In the puppet theater, there is no third person besides himself and the big brother Ling Changyun. It was impossible to use "gathering of the same quality" to increase his quality.

However, Ling Changyun regarded the domain and the puppet master as one through the definition of "the realm in the pot" itself, and then activated the ability.

In the end, the mass of the entire gymnasium was gathered on Ling Xingye.

As a result, Ling Xingye was firmly pressed to the ground, unable to move.

If it weren't for the fact that the "King of the Pot" itself and the puppet master were one and the same, the puppet master would not have died because of the "King of the Pot". Otherwise, under the oppression of such an exaggerated quality, even if Ling Xingye possesses powerful silver blood, he might not be able to survive.

Not just the level of "there is a mountain pressing on the body", but every cell in the whole body is strongly responding to the call of gravity, wishing that the whole body would be flattened and spread out on the ground.

At this moment, Ling Xingye let alone his movements, even his breathing and heartbeat was an extravagant hope.

Eldest brother Ling Changyun walked up to him, and didn't continue to attack—just wait quietly, and Ling Xingye will die slowly by himself.

"Chang Ye, you are a genius. I finally know why Master values ​​you so much. You have a talent that even I envy." Ling Changyun said in a mournful tone, "It's a pity that you chose to stand on the opposite side of me." .”

- What are you kidding, I haven't lost yet!

Ling Xingye used all his strength to resist gravity, but his body seemed to be frozen, motionless.

Staring at the stars, Ling Xingye's consciousness began to blur...

As if echoing the owner's state, the building itself of the "Puppet Theater" also became crumbling and began to crumble and collapse.

Ling Xingye tried his best to stay awake, thinking about ways to break the situation.

Suddenly, several cold lights flashed around him.

Ling Changyun took half a step back, avoiding the flying blade that slashed from bottom to top.

"It's useless, give up..."

Before Ling Changyun finished speaking, he saw the ground at his feet cracked, and Ling Xingye fell down.

"Did the slash just now not target me, but cut the ground?" Ling Changyun jumped down after him, but he didn't see Ling Xingye's figure.

Under the theater, there is a narrow and winding passage. Ling Changyun took a few steps and found that the underground space was actually a maze.

"Still struggling?" Ling Changyun shook his head? As long as he is still under his cloud cover? The ability will not be released.

He was not in the mood to walk the maze, but chose a direction? He directly manipulated Yunji to break through the wall.

"I knew it earlier? I should have brought the badge over first..."

…

The only way Ling Xingye could think of was to cut open the theater floor? Use gravity to help him "escape".

Of course, this is also the last struggle when there is no way out.

With his current self-weight? Falling from a high place? I'm afraid it will be ten deaths and no life.

But Ling Xingye had no choice.

Thus, it cut the ground and fell to the underground space.

Alive—the short-lived feeling of weightlessness allowed him to finally breathe, even though he knew that in less than a second, he would fall to the ground in an even more miserable state.

Use this time? Ling Xingye's brain was running fast, thinking of ways to break the situation.

But the only thing that comes to mind is to use Accelerator's ability.

"Oh, it's over..." Ling Xingye sighed in his heart.

When he was thinking about letting Ling Qianji out to see if he could survive? But he felt something was wrong.

"It took a long time to fall..." Hearing the voice coming out of his own mouth, Ling Xingye was taken aback. "Are you able to speak normally? No, the weight of your body has returned to normal!"

Ling Xingye turned his head and looked down? He found himself suspended in the air less than ten centimeters from the ground.

No longer continuing to fall, the mass exerted on the body also disappeared.

Ling Xingye tried it? He found that he could even stand up.

"This is..." Ling Xingye moved his body? He didn't feel like he had suffered a serious injury at all? "Dream? Or another new space?"

Just as he was trying to walk around and explore, a beam of light suddenly lit up in front of him.

The light beam casts a figure out of thin air—wearing a tuxedo, a top hat, and a civilized stick in one hand...

The moment he saw the other party's image, Ling Xingye tensed up, subconsciously about to slash a flying blade.

The person in front of him is the former owner of this "theatre"—Yanshi Baoliang!

But that "magician" Baibian Baoliang had long since died, and what was in front of him should be just a projection.

Ling Xingye calmed down a little, and didn't act rashly.

Bao Liang looked this way, waved his hand to say hello, and smiled cheerfully: "Meet you again, if I guessed correctly, you must be Ling Qianji."

Bao Liang paused, as if waiting for a response, then shrugged again: "Forget it, let's take it as it is, I have confidence in my script."

"No matter who it is, seeing this video means that the curtain has ended for me, and your repertoire will follow."

Then, the image suddenly flickered, as if switching, and Baoliang appeared again.

At this time, he was wearing a Chinese-style silk bunt performance costume, just like the performance costume of Ling's class.

"Huh?" Bao Liang looked around, pretending to be surprised, "The theater has been seriously damaged, Ling Qianji, have you encountered a strong enemy?"

"Being beaten so badly, could it be that our theater is not working well?" He teased, and then suddenly shouted loudly, "How is it possible! Don't underestimate our ever-changing power! It is not this theater that is weak, but You bastard!"

Ling Xingye couldn't help but said, "Hey, you bastard..."

"Ah, shut up! I know you must have a lot of questions, but it's useless, I can't hear it. After all, it's just a video."

Bao Liang turned around, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

The environment around them changed suddenly, Ling Xingye developed, and they were at an altitude of thousands of meters at this time, overlooking the earth under their feet.

"In short," Baoliang continued, "you haven't realized your true potential. Find the essence of 'theatre'."

"The essence of the theater?" Ling Xingye repeated subconsciously, "What is that?"

As if he had expected it, Bao Liang in the video immediately replied: "Life is like a play—my 'magic theater' is essentially that life is like a play."

Life is like a play? Ling Xingye was pondering the meaning of this word, but Bao Liang kept on saying: "Conjecture based on the 'box theory' - if you don't know this theory, ask your seniors - our world, to put it bluntly, is nothing but a It's just a drama."

"My theater is a reproduction of this world." Bao Liang pointed to the earth under his feet.

Then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he coughed: "The reminder ends here, we are enemies."

"It's time to wake up."

After saying that, Baoliang suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed. It was clearly an image, but it really touched Ling Xingye's body.

Ling Xingye staggered and fell to the ground.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I was in the air less than ten centimeters from the ground, and my whole body was affected by the strong gravity, so I couldn't move.

"came back…"

Ling Xingye slammed heavily on the ground, and almost the whole underground of the theater could feel the vibration like an earthquake.

Ling Xingye fell so dark that his eyes almost passed out.

The scene just now was like a dream in Nanke, making people confused.

At the same time, the main body of the "puppet theater" began to collapse.

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