Could this thing be a "reward"?

Looking at the suddenly mutated door, feeling the urge to walk inexplicably in my heart, Fu Qian had some clarity in his heart the next moment.

I am now "working hard" and then getting the "reward" as I said just now?

It’s really a way to follow the words, but the way is a bit distorted.

By the way, this thing is so classic, it looks a bit similar to what you have seen in the Nightmare Corridor.

I feel that if I walk in, I will most likely see the human face bug directly and become a prisoner with him again.

It's reasonable. After all, for a dream that is sweet in itself, it is indeed a reward to extend to a deeper level.

At this moment, although you can see someone entering and exiting the hut and not being affected at all, Fu Qian definitely doesn't want to give it a try.

In Fu Qian's judgment, the sweet dream state he was in was completely different from that of others.

This is similar to a middle state between a real nightmare and reality, so although these two parties do not interfere with each other, they can both contact themselves in a special way, such as now-

Fu Qian looked at the big fish that had been dragged along the way to see bones.

As the huge mouth opened and closed, the fangs inside were almost biting their trousers.

And behind him, there were radial shapes, and hundreds of fish were still gathering here.

puff.

The next moment, the huge head was shattered by the air bullets.

My abilities were not affected.

Looking at the remaining limbs, Fu Qian nodded.

The reason why I didn't use the idea of ​​"no fish move" to stop it is to test my situation in this special state.

On the other hand, in the judgment before paying, the results of what you think is what you get are distorted.

It is likely that if you hope to eliminate the problem in this way, you will use greater chaos to cover the original chaos, and it is almost impossible to form a perfect closed loop.

Wait a minute, there seems to be a problem.

The next moment, Fu Qian, who had verified the power of air bullets, suddenly found himself in an extremely happy mood.

Is this...the emotional feedback of the desire to kill?

It's ridiculously big!

As soon as he sighed, Fu Qian felt relieved again.

It's a sweet nightmare!

The positive emotional feedback obtained by any behavior seems to be magnified thousands of times.

I just killed only a fish, but I felt the pleasure of breaking the stars with one punch.

In this state, you can get the sense of accomplishment of saving all mankind, right?

However, if you think about this kind of emotion, you can't be addicted to it with your toes, otherwise you may be lost by accident, and it will not be much better than entering the door directly.

While thinking silently, Fu Qian could feel the joy and confidence that he had accumulated in his heart because of his successful thinking, and the strong urge to continue thinking in order to obtain them.

This change is even irreversible.

Fu Qian made a quick judgment.

If you try to suppress this, you will most likely get more joy because of the success of suppression.

Just like the entropy increase in an isolated system.

The only thing you can do is maintain a balance and let them move forward at the slowest speed.

While thinking about it, Fu Qian watched helplessly as the door on the lighthouse in the distance changed color.

Very good, I believe that all the roads here will soon open to the corridors.

...

"Little, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

In the first night, Weir looked at his sister and asked with concern.

In her memory, my sister has been a little absent-minded since the beginning.

I thought that when I came outside, the atmosphere around the crowd would be more heart-wrenching, but I didn't expect that she would look in one direction and stop directly.

As she asked, she followed her sister's gaze and found a figure sitting on the bench in the distance.

The most eye-catching one is an iron cage nearly half a meter long above the figure's head.

The iron cage is heavy at first glance, but the latter's body remains motionless, like an eternal reef in the wind and waves.

"What's wrong, do you know that person?"

Although the shape is a bit weird, it is not extremely exaggerated in the hustle and bustle. It is logical that it should not attract my sister's attention.

"No."

As if awakened by Vie's words, Litt subconsciously shook his head.

Her eyes were withdrawn from the figure without any movement, and she quietly clasped a bell in the palm of her hand.

Both of them were wearing exaggerated clothes. Weir did not notice her sister's little movements. Seeing that she was unwilling to say more, she no longer minded whether she knew her or not.

"That's good, let's go ahead."

Nodding, she pulled up her sister's right hand.

Weier knew that his sister's left hand had been treated, but she was still a little uneasy and did not like to touch others.

"Okay, come out and have fun."

While pulling Lit forward, Vial took out a small bottle and shook it.

"I have something good for you!"

...

Accompanied by a long horn, the sky was filled with noise.

The carnival belonging to Dunis finally started this night.

Almost instantly, the thunderous roars and cheers were coupled together, endlessly, like leaving the carrier, forming an independent concept.

This concept is so infectious, whether it is an elderly, a young man, a gentleman or a woe girl, without exception swept through it, venting her inner emotions.

From a certain moment, roars with extraordinary categories joined, allowing it to sublimate its essence again and truly become a tide of hustle and bustle.

At the same time, the figure on the bench slowly stood up and walked forward.

His pace was slow and firm, but it gave people an extremely strange feeling. The change in speed between raising his foot and landing was very contrary to common sense.

Not only that, the route I took was also quite strange.

Even a place without people is like walking through a maze, constantly changing directions, as if it is avoiding invisible obstacles, and even stopping for a while from time to time.

Fortunately, the infatuated crowd did not pay attention to his abnormality.

Except one of them.

Just as Fu Qian turned for the third time, a figure moved, ignored the huge thing rising behind him, and met him in the direction.

"Mr. Lu, I don't know what trouble you are suffering."

Keeping a safe distance, Yarel spoke directly.

"But trust me, Parliament will have everything you want."

"Even the way of sublimation of the power of the law in you."

As a divine messenger, he could easily detect the residue of the law that was opened by Fu Qian and confirmed that the person in front of him was really the rebirth club staff with mysterious motives.

However, in response to Yarel, a crisp bell rang.

Amid the sound of gunfire, he found that he had lost the ability to prevent the bullet from being activated.

When the ringtone ended and Chaomo returned quickly, the silent figure had already rushed forward and crushed a spell.

A divine blasphemy penetrates into the body through broken flesh and blood.
Chapter completed!