"Wow, the real virgin **** has appeared!"

　　The black mirrored elbow next to Huaishi supported his shoulder, and he exclaimed: "Look! I didn't expect to have such a radiant face, right?"

　　 "Wait a minute..."

　　 Huaishi dismissed the arm of the guy next to him, raised his head and raised his hand and asked: "It doesn't matter if he repents, why should I be pointed at by the sword?"

　　 "Oh, you don't have to."

　　 The saint’s mirror image turned the sword's edge disgusted: "The evil one needs to be rescued, and there is no cure for those who are willing to fall."

　　 "That's right... wait!"

　　 Huai Shi slapped his mouth, how could it feel that something smells wrong: "Why am I helpless, I am so depraved?!"

　　 "Nothing but doing nothing."

　　 The sage glimpsed indifferently: "You, have given up many lives, you are ashamed of everything you have, your life will eventually become meaningless because of laziness and the satisfaction of desire..."

　　 "Let's take a look, Mother Bitch is like this." The mirror image beside Huai Shi shook his head helplessly: "I have a proposal, why don't we join hands and discuss other things after doing him?"

　　 "Hehe."

　　 Huaishi squinted: "Then I was stabbed back by you, right? How about you first when I joined forces with him?"

　　 "Have you started biting dogs so soon?" The sage sneered, "Sorry, I don't have the habit of joining forces with evil parties and incompetent..."

　　 "Hey...Look at the wickedness of your dog."

　　 "You guys are done arguing?"

　　 Huai Shi didn't answer, but she heard a cold voice behind her.

　　 The dividing line between light and darkness, a slender and pale figure emerged, and rolled up his sleeves blankly: "Quickly solve it, don't talk nonsense."

　　 The sick face was full of boredom and disgust, too lazy to be long-winded.

　　 Hoarse and crazy laughter sounded from the other end.

　　 "Am I late? Is it still early?"

　　 The grinning face came out of the darkness.

　　 Huai poem, began to numb the scalp.

　　 Looking at the figures emerging from the void, their heads are numb and bald.

　　 And when everyone looks at themselves, they feel the pressure of being watched by countless people. The countless people who know themselves best, know themselves the most, and at the same time, are part of themselves, staring at him.

　　 "The choice is about to begin, my friend."

　　 The evil mirror image draped his shoulders, flicked the soot, and curiously asked: "Are you ready?"

　　 "This is really exciting."

　　 Huaishi sighed lightly, seemingly distressed, but couldn't help grinning.

　　 responded to him with countless identical smiles!

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　　 "It's about to start."

　　 In the chapel behind the Spilled Blood Church, under the dome of colored windows, the solemnly standing old bishop raised his eyes.

　　 In the chapel, everyone looks cautious.

　　 The rare bishops of the Japan-Russia League gathered here at this moment.

　　Through the network formed by the Holy Coffin, the sublimators of the Russian Federation have crossed a long distance and gathered here, wearing black robes and purple and gold ribbons. They are solemn and dare not to come out.

　　 And Ekaterina just sat on the bench, holding the rose rosary in her hand, praying silently. Beside her, Alexei pushed the sleeping girl in the wheelchair, hesitating to say nothing.

　　In the projection on the altar, there is only a dark area.

　　 faintly reflects a weird and huge mirror surface, with colorful and dim flowing in the mirror surface, constantly interweaving illusions and beautiful scenery that are unavailable in the world, and sometimes appearing in the **** of the blood and horror scenes of corpse mountains.

　　 Even if viewed through the projection, it can not help but shake the heart.

　　 If there is a moment of trance, even if you have not directly witnessed it, the soul will probably be drawn into it, and it will be contaminated with the curse of anger and pain, right?

　　 In the projected record, when the elevator opened, Huai Shi had lost his mind.

　　 stood in front of a huge bronze mirror like a walking dead.

　　 was seduced by the changed soul, stretched out his hand, pressed it on the mirror, and after breaking the gap between the virtual and the real, walked into it.

　　 Then, countless phantoms emerged from it, and the jaw-dropping number continued to rise. If it were not for the identification of the Holy Coffin, the people present almost thought that this was the illusion that led them to go down and explore.

　　 It is impossible to imagine how there can be such a large number.

　　 "Normal, but he has passed the trial of the Vientiane Celestial Sphere and got the highest evaluation as a sublimator."

Russell played cigar ash without any scruples, and said calmly: "This is just a part, and there are more that he has already integrated and vetoed-the possibility of being denied by that power. Even the mirror of day and night can't shine through."

　　 "It's too dangerous."

　　 The old bishop raised his eyes: "Mr. Russell, life is not a balance. It is not advisable to sacrifice a person in order to save one."

　　 "Of course."

　　 Russell nodded: "I deeply agree with this, but I have a slightly different opinion on your assessment of the current situation."

　　"We have no intention of taking ownership of the Mirror of Day and Night. We have always maintained an intelligence blockade to ensure maximum security.

　　 Now, it seems that your understanding of it is different because of this..."

　　 The old man groaned for a moment, and sighed lightly: "What the mirror of day and night reflects is not an illusion or trial. Rather, it is the refraction of miraculous imprints to recreate a brand-new soul with the original quality.

　　 At this moment, all the mirror images that Mr. Huai Shi sees are, in the final analysis, a profile derived from the nature of the self. Under the interference of the curse, all the mirror images will resist tit-for-tat.

　　 But that is undoubtedly a part of him and cannot be solved through brute force. "

　　 Killing evil, destroying fanaticism, defeating laziness, defeating another self... It sounds very cool, but this is not the self-challenge plot that is loved and heard in JUMP.

　　 It should be said, on the contrary!

　　 There are countless people who have passed the trial using this method, but without exception, when they were returned from the mirror, their souls were missing.

　　 They completely lost the part that was killed by themselves.

　　 Whether it is evil or good, laziness or fanaticism... Once the mirror image is erased, that part of the soul will be completely lost.

　　 So many mirror images do not prove that Huai Shi is special, on the contrary, it explains the danger of the situation even more.

　　 The more you kill, the more you lose.

　　In the end, there will only be nothing but the self named Huaishi, and it will become an empty shell that is unmoved by the world.

　　 If you want to truly pass the torture of day and night, there is only one way.

　　 Let those who are tit-for-tat with you, there is absolutely no possibility of any sliver of common language, and willingly express identification with the ontology.

　　 Lies will not be useful, eloquence is useless, promises and threats will not have the slightest effect.

　　 In the final analysis, it is the tester himself.

　　Only to oneself, no one can lie and deceive. More often, only to oneself, talents cannot forgive and tolerate.

　　 This is an unsolvable dilemma.

　　 "Don't worry."

　　 Russell smiled happily, and spit out a wisp of blue smoke: "It's hard to tell other people. For Huai Shi, I'm afraid it's just a little troublesome, and there won't be any moths!"

　　 It is true that the more people who are accustomed to killing, the more they will like to use killing to solve conflicts.

　　 If other sublimers face this situation, whether it is the body or the mirror image, they will probably solve the problem in the most straightforward way.

　　 But this is the only thing, in front of Huai Shi, it doesn't work!

　　 "Believe me, although it is called the "Sword of Disaster", no one in this world can hate this title more than him..."

　　 Russell stared at the scene in the projection and whispered softly: "The King of Danbo, the Prince of Paradise, the Special Military Attache of the Astronomical Society, the King of Jinling Decapitation, the Grand Master Killer... these are just descriptions of him by others without authorization.

　　 From beginning to end, the only title he is willing to recognize and be proud of from the heart is—"

　　 At that moment, everyone in the silent chapel was stunned at the same time.

　　 raised his eyes in shock.

　　 seems to have hallucinations.

　　 An illusion-like melody sounded from the darkness.

　　 At that moment, the darkness was turbulent, and the mighty sound galloped, gushing out like a torrent, stirring all illusions, and shaking the deadly darkness.

　　 Countless mottled colors quickly dimmed and shrank, turning into nothingness.

　　 In the sacred exhibition room that has been heavily blocked, at this moment, it has fallen into chaos, everything has lost its outline, and under the changes brewing in the mirror of day and night, numerous changes and changes emerge.

　　 Everything is disappearing quickly.

　　 In the end, nothing is left.

　　 is just like the essence of the abyss.

　　 And following the Huai poem in the mirror, I looked down, and at the moment I lifted the bow, countless changes emerged from the chaos.

　　 Just like the opening of heaven and earth!

　　 Accompanied by a soft and bright melody, the emptiness surging, gushing out infinitely brilliant colors and changes, like the soul running above the abyss, lighting up the first ray of light.

　　 Clear qi rises, turbid qi falls.

　　 Amidst the violent changes like thunderbolts, the bright sun is shining from the sky, and everything grows up!

　　 Spring has come.

　　 "Vivaldi, "Four Seasons" Concerto?"

　　 When countless cello melodies, either low or high, or bright or sad, overlap in one place ~lightnovelpub.net~ a mighty trend is formed, spreading, and covering everything.

　　 Countless mirrors emerged from the void, reflecting the concentrating mirror images of their eyes, as well as the gentle contours of the musical instruments in their hands.

　　 play!

　　 dominates the four-hour cycle, and the solemn performance of the birth and death and the rise and fall of all things begins!

　　 At this moment, whether it is kind, evil, laziness or fanaticism, all the mirror images are like Huai Shi, immersed in this swaying melody.

　　 This is where Russell has confidence in Huai Shi.

　　 Even, in order not to cause negative interference, he deliberately concealed him.

　　 If it is the essence that has nothing to do with Huai Shi, then it doesn't matter if it is all killed.

　　 But if it is really a part of Huai poems, then it must be impossible for the second situation to appear!

　　——If it is decided who will become Huai Shi, what kind of duel is more suitable than this?

　　 "Look, the musician's special performance has begun!"

　　 Russell laughed and looked at the illusion in the mirror with relief.

　　 Enjoy the show, Huaishi.

　　 Guyin, this wonderful experience of concerting with countless oneself, only now can I have it!

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