The Trial Game of Life

"Why did you choose the mouse? Because he has mind reading?"

"Not only that, the mouse with the mind-reading technique was actually very unattractive at first. No one wants to expose their voices to the ears of others, especially in Yongye City where everyone has secrets. It feels extremely bad, so even if mind reading is a very powerful skill, no one wants to be friends with mice. And he is weak, and his skills are nothing but tricks. If it is not mind reading, he will die early."

Hearing this, Zhang San sighed again: "But mind reading also makes him reject him, doesn't he?"

k: "So when he first started copying, he always concealed the existence of this skill and performed like a funny clown to please others. But no one likes him, they think he is exaggerated and unreal, weak and small Cumbersome, even if smiling at him on the surface, the voice in my heart will not deceive people. Over time, the lonely mouse closed himself, and he painted himself layer after layer of paint, even covering his true appearance. Until one day, he acquired a new skill-Wheel of Light."

Zhang San: "Is that the skill like the sun?"

"That's right." K snapped his fingers, "The three elements to become the King of Ming are mind reading, the wheel of light, and his weakness."

In the underground palace, the mouse is also puzzled for everyone, "The wheel of light, this is another lethal skill. Under the sun, all killing is prohibited, it gives the entire Yongye City light and hope, but it also lets I was put into the sky like a puppet."

"I thought it was a good start at the beginning. They needed me and Yongye City needed me. I thought this was the meaning of my existence. All the frustrations before were the training of me. They told me this ."

Thunder bursts, but it was stuffy thunder, like rolling in the dark clouds, without splitting. The system is warning the mouse that Mo has to talk too much about Yongye City, but he is unable to extricate himself in his memories.

"They need me to be such a puppet, but they hate me, afraid that I will see through their hearts, so they put me high up there and isolate them. So in the end I found out that I was still alone, and all the people in Yongye City In worshipping me, I even regularly choose loyal believers to confess to me, so as to consolidate the rule of the city of bliss, but no one can listen to me."

"I have listened to the suffering of too many people, which makes me breathless. I want to escape, but I am too weak to escape at all, and I don't know where to go."

The mouse crossed his hands and laid it on his neck, his eyes were confused, as if he was really breathless. "The city of bliss makes me feel more and more scared. Every day, people disappear in places where the sunlight is not. I don’t know them. Where did I go...Maybe I heard it by accident, but I dare not say it, and I forgot..."

"In order to escape, I wrote the "Plan of Paradise", and I was expecting someone to save me..."

Speaking of which, his voice gradually decreased, as if he was still the mouse that yearned for redemption, waiting for the miracle to appear.

Tang Cuo asked him: "You waited for the gods?"

"Yeah." The mouse sighed, slowly lowering the hand on his neck, covering his heart, "He appeared on the day when the sun fell. I never felt that warmth, which made me feel incomparable Rest assured, but—"

His eyes suddenly became cold. "But I was punished just because I accidentally heard Mr. Crow's name. He deprived me of everything and changed me from one puppet to another."

"So you have to kill him too?" Tang Cuo said.

"He no longer deserves to stand next to the gods. He is corroded by seven emotions and six desires, and he is no different from an ordinary person." The mouse looked directly at Tang Cuo's eyes, as if he wanted to be affirmed from him. Even with the destiny, the gods had rejected him, so he never appeared in the city of Yongye. After killing Mr. Crow, he will definitely come back."

madman.

Believers.

After listening to the mouse, Chi Yan thought of these words in his mind for the first time, otherwise he did not know how to describe this person. Chi Yan is a determined atheist. Although God does exist, it does exist, and it does not prevent him from having his own beliefs.

"Are you really thinking about what the gods think?" Tang Cuo asked the doubt in Chi Yan's heart. He leaned out of Tang Cuo and added: "Maybe this is your assumption?" "

"Don't you believe me?" The mouse's tone began to be anxious. "Kill Mr. Crow, you are the masters of Yongye City, aren't you? You are all good people, certainly better than those people at that time, I just want to I will not hinder you if you want him to come back."

Tang Cuo did not answer, nor did the mouse hear any sound from his quiet heart. He was slightly disappointed. Zheng Yingying walked silently to the distance of three or four meters behind him, looked at him, and then looked at Tang Cuo and Chi Yan, holding a dagger and did not speak.

She doesn't care who the mice trust, and Tang Cuo doesn't seem to want to accept the mouse's invitation to cooperate.

"In that case, I have nothing to say." The mouse glanced dimly and took a step back: "The wheel of light prohibits all killings. We can't beat you, but you can't kill us, just let us go, how? "

After hearing this, Tang Cuo looked at Zheng Yingying, "Ask you again, are you going with him?"

Zheng Yingying looked at Tang Cuo and answered what he asked: "Mr. Crow's name is Awu."

At the end of the speech, she turned around and left, not waiting for the mouse or Tang Cuo to speak again, or look at Chi Yan again, walking neatly, decisively and decisively.

Chi Yan looked at her back, her nose was sour, and her mood began to clog again.

Then the mice turned around and left, waiting for their figure to completely disappear into the line of sight, the red sun above their heads also gradually disappeared, and the surroundings returned to calm again. Chi Yan relaxed, lifted his hands to wipe away the tears on his face, and quickly told Tang Cuo what happened along the way, as well as what he and Zheng Yingying said.

Rong Yi was also listening. He had been silent since just now, because he didn't know as much about Tang Yingying or about mice as Tang Cuo. He didn't speak in order not to disrupt Tang Cuo's rhythm.

But he had a doubt, "Why don't you agree with the mouse? Hold him first and disintegrate his alliance with Yan Yun, isn't it better?"

"It's not that simple." Tang Cuo shook his head. Regarding the city of bliss, the mouse did not elaborate a moment ago. Only Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng knew the general situation.

When the mouse told them at that time, he only said that he was a humble little man in the big era. It didn’t look like it was a lie, maybe it was just that the memory had not been fully recovered, but Tang Cuo felt a sense of disobedience from him at that time, so when Jin Cheng asked him whether he believed it or not, he said—

He is really unknown in the city of bliss, is he a small person?

Facts have proved that Tang Cuo's suspicion is correct, and the mouse is the Ming King.

Today, the mouse's memory is restored, and he told them the truth, it seems that there is nothing to hide. He wanted to use this frankness to impress Tang Cuo, but did he say the whole truth?

If the rat is the King of Ming, he is so weak that he cannot save himself, who in the end destroyed the city of bliss? Why does the sun fall? Why did King Ming "die"?

Since he was so frank, why did he hide this vital plot alone?

Tang Cuo expressed his suspicions and said again: "The rat’s palace is not so deep, otherwise it will not reveal the identity of Ming Wang so quickly, and it will draw me in the face of Zheng Yingying. In case Yan Yun knows, he has both ends Not pleased. He did this to show that he did not want to see Yan Yun, a blasphemy."

Chi Yan's eyes shone brightly, "Yeah, Yan Yun is almost killing God! The mouse is now awake, maybe he will do a fight with him if he turns around!"

"So you just kicked him back?" Rong Yi clarified his thoughts, and there was a hint of wry smile on his lips. "Just now you didn't ask him about Yan Yun or Mr. Crow, and he let go, that's why ?It's better to sit on the hill and watch the battle and pass on the risk than working with a less clever fanatic."

Tang Cuo: "You haven't figured it out yet."

Rong Yi: "What?"

Tang Cuo: "I have never said that I want to kill k, and Jin Cheng and I have always had a clear goal: Movement No. 1."

Rong Yi stunned, and then laughed. Yeah, it was they who were stunned by the twists and turns that killed Mr. Crow. It was Yan Yun and the mouse. Why did they have to take the matter to themselves?

k divide them into a copy to do things, will they follow the trend? They don't kill k, but they are not k's beaters.

"One more point." Tang Cuo said again.

"What?" Rong Yi and Chi Yan spoke in unison, and couldn't think of any omissions. At this moment, Tang Cuo suddenly leaned over, holding a sword and spitting out blood.

"Brother!" Chi Yan was scared to death.

"The most important point." Although Tang Cuo vomited blood, his face was not pale at all, and even looked radiant. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said: "Louis XIV may be formally recovered at any time. There is not much time left for me. I have no time to play Infernal Affairs with them."

In fact, when Tang Cuo fought against the Rose Sect, and even talked to the mouse and Rong Yi, he was split in mind. While dealing with Louis XIV, while doing his own thing.

Louis XIV was particularly curious about what they said. Whatever night city, what Mr. Crow seems to come from a different world, there are gods in that world. He couldn't wait to know all the truth from Tang Cuo's mouth and what the "world's truth" was.

Tang Cuo couldn't say it easily because it was the bargaining chip he used to delay time. But who is Louis XIV, a generation of tyrants, will not tolerate Tang Cuo's rebellion again and again, to provoke his authority.

"The chat game is over, my boy." There was a trace of regret in Louis XIV's voice. "Say hello to Nightingale for me."

The words fell, and a painful tear of the soul hit Tang Cuo's brain, giving him the illusion that the entire spine was being torn apart by the people until the Tian Ling Gai, the whole body was cold and sweating, his eyes were black, and he almost fell to the ground.

Chi Yan's eyes quickly supported him, his worries overflowed with words, "Brother, are you okay? Don't you scare me?"

"It's okay." Tang Cuo took a deep breath. The sedative has been used up, he can only carry it now, but his soul strength is so powerful that even Jin Cheng has praised, and for this last link, he added all the points from the previous copies, including the celebration, to the " "Intelligence" column.

Three powers of Yongye City, force, intelligence, charm, intelligence corresponds to spiritual power.

Louis XIV? Now it is nothing but a residual soul.

"Huh?" After one hit, Louis XIV found Tang Cuo still alive and jumped, and in his identity could not help showing a trace of surprise.

Tang Cuo ignored it and asked Chi Yan directly, "Where is Little Jack?"

Suddenly he heard Jack's name, Chi Yan was stunned, and then turned back, just to meet Jack Jr. who protruded from the trench behind him, "Hey, here it is!"

Tang Cuo was relieved and turned to look at Rong Yi. Because he had to mobilize all his energy to deal with Louis XIV, his words became extremely brief.

"I will take the branch line and leave it to you here."

At the same time, the mouse and Zheng Yingying, who had left the well of time, were standing and talking. The mouse's expression was a little tight, saying, "You finally told Tang Wu the name Awu, did you want to return his affection?"

Zheng Yingying would not answer.

Mouse: "I don't tell Yan Yun about this, so you have to keep silent about the matter just now."

"I said, no matter who killed Mr. Crow, it was the same for me." After a pause, Zheng Yingying added: "Even if you kill Yan Yun in the end, it will be off, me, fart, thing. ."