After being kicked down the tall building relentlessly during the monsoon rain a month ago, Song Qinglan freely fell from the height of 116 floors.

Suddenly, his whole person suddenly mentioned. Someone grabbed his arm tightly at the very moment of his life, causing his whole body to hang in the air, leaving only the dark sleep falling into the sky.

"Come up!!!"

Someone yelled above his head, it was two words that came out of his teeth.

Song Qinglan looked up, and the person who grabbed him was once again in the monsoon season.

I saw half of his body stuck on the railing during the monsoon rains. Because the speed and weight of the human body fell beyond the limit, his arm was holding Song Qinglan in a very unnatural posture, and his whole face was flushed: "Quick... superior!!!"

The back of that slender hand was bulging with blue veins.

This monsoon season comes from a new cycle, the monsoon season that disappeared in Song Qinglan's arms just now.

Obviously, Song Qinglan molested her boyfriend and was kicked and fell to death. The teammates quickly disappeared. Therefore, a new cycle appeared, reaching the 115th floor during the new monsoon, and intercepting him who had not died.

One time and space, one floor apart, two monsoon periods.

Two completely different treatments.

This kind of wonderful and absurd experience, I am afraid that only those who travel through can experience it.

Song Qinglan immediately buckled the opponent's wrist with her backhand, pulling up her body with strength.

The railing was broken, and it was crumbling, bearing the weight of two people made it squeaky, as if it was about to break in the next second, pushing both of them into the abyss.

Fortunately, Song Qinglan had amazing arm strength. With the help of the monsoon rain, he ascended a short distance and quickly grabbed a railing. Then, with the help of the drag in the monsoon rain, he successfully climbed up. .

Turning down the railing, Song Qinglan rushed over during the monsoon rain before she could stand firm.

The two stumbled back a few steps. This time Song Qinglan was pushed against the wall. The strength during the monsoon rain was not weak, and the wall hit his back pain.

The adrenaline stimulated by the fall has not subsided, and Song Qinglan is still in a state of high mental tension.

He leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

He couldn't help but laughed briefly, seemingly satisfied.

Immediately afterwards, he hugged the opponent with greater strength, relying on his height advantage, and stepped his face deeply into the neck of the person in his arms.

It's hot.

it is true.

Can't stop the tears welling up.

The two of them hugged tightly, wanting to squeeze each other into their bodies.

The kiss they had just met for the first time has passed, and now they just want to fully feel that each other is real, feel each breath of each other, and feel each heartbeat of each other.

For the monsoon season, only then can I feel that I am really alive.

Since returning to the Ouroboros mission, he has always felt that he is going crazy.

The moment he met Song Qinglan, he knew that he was not alone. Knowing that he was not hallucinated, he finally returned to the world called sanity.

This excites him more than anything else.

During the monsoon rains, her heart beat quickly, hitting her eardrums. Song Qinglan said something in her ear, but he didn't hear clearly, she just let go of her hand and asked, "What?"

These eyes are black and white, and their eyes are calm and full of wisdom when analyzing.

Only in the face of Song Qinglan, the defense will completely disappear, leaving only the trust and the dependence that he has not noticed.

Song Qinglan's throat was choked by the look in the rainy season.

Time and space change, fleeting like water.

The past that he had traveled through finally became the future he had expected again.

The past is gone.

Song Qinglan's emotions decomposed fast enough to forget the past in an instant.

He said what he had just said again: "I said, this is really a **** fire and ice. As soon as you kicked it down, you were rescued by your body and then thrown into your arms. Who is so exciting to fall in love? "

The location during the monsoon rains is directly below when everything just happened.

He naturally heard the whole process, but in fact he was a little speechless, and the other one did it completely within reason.

Song Qinglan wanted to tease him: "Counselor Ji, are you slapped with a sweet date?"

During the monsoon season, I had to rectify the name of "self": "Isn't it worth your own death? I think it's worth what you want."

Song Qinglan raised her hand, a cold light flashed in her hand, and the saber flew out and killed a zombie who rushed over: "You are reasonable, I haven't kissed yet."

"You can't count it like that. 19 years ago, at 4:05 in the afternoon, the kindergarten affiliated to Ning University, you kissed me for 3 minutes." Recollected easily during the rainy season, "Even if you press the kiss for 3 seconds...Song team, You can also die 60 times."

Song Qinglan narrowed her eyes.

Why doesn't he remember that he did such a thing when he was a kid?

I want to know the detailed process a bit.

During the rainy season, he said: "I don't think you are at a loss."

"Why not lose money?" Song Qinglan chuckled. For the time being, regardless of the good things she did as a child, she started to settle accounts in front of her. Excuse me, how many of them did you take this time? Didn't you listen to what the family said?"

During the rainy season: "..."

"Refuse to confess?" Song Qinglan kissed the tip of his nose, "Come here, I will taste it myself."

"Boom boom!"

Gunshots suddenly exploded around them.

The zombies began to surround from both sides, and the teammates rushed over in an enveloping manner.

Song Qinglan, who belongs to the new cycle, holds Shenmian in her hand, and across the distance of a circular atrium, she shoots the zombies rushing on both sides of them.

Fireworks are everywhere.

Song Qinglan turned her head and stared at the other herself.

It may be that they are constantly seeing another self in the cycle, which makes them all immune.

Except for the other Song Qinglan, they don't quite understand what the two people are doing now. In this case, they all looked as usual.

In an instant, more and more zombies rushed out of the surrounding rooms.

Not much to say, Song Qinglan pulled the monsoon in front of her own face: "Leave here first!!"

This pull was found to be wrong. During the monsoon rains, the right hand was soft and reflexed at a strange angle.

No wonder you just hugged him with a punch.

Song Qinglan's expression changed: "Your hand--"

Song Qinglan was an adult male in his early 1.9 meter and weighing more than 70 kilograms.

It is the limit to hold him when he falls from a height. It is unusual for a flesh and blood body not to fracture during the monsoon rains.

Unconsciously during the rainy season, he changed his left hand to hold the diamond bird: "Go!!"

Song Qinglan reacted.

The season consultant he likes has never been a role that needs protection.

Having experienced far more tasks than ouroboros, the tacit understanding between the two is no longer the same, and it will get twice the result with half the effort compared with the one in the loop.

Everyone saw that they had found an excellent direction to break through with just a diamond bird and a few energy cannons.

"So what's the situation now?" During the monsoon rain, shooting back while taking the time to ask questions, "Role playing or task review?! I remember I was dead."

"Dead?" Song Qinglan strangled the necks of several zombies with her bare hands. When she turned her head back, her expression flashed across her, "It's just a bigger cycle."

They retreated to a corner.

The teammates immediately made up for a wave of shots, and the smoke, dust and rotting flesh flew up.

"A new time anchor, a bigger cycle." Song Qinglan said shortly and quickly, "A product made by Tianqiong, tailor-made for the two of us."

When smart like the monsoon, the brain tells the operating room to immediately understand what he is talking about-the sky has set a new time anchor for them, allowing them to return to their own present from the future, and meet our Ouroboros in this mission. The situation is no different, even simply borrowing this initial time anchor and forcibly stuffing them in.

Then the trigger condition of this time anchor must be set in the same way.

He was indeed dead, but Song Qinglan did not.

He looked at Song Qinglan, and the other's heroic brows and determined profile were telling a certain fact.

After his death, Song Qinglan followed him.

Regarding cats, as to everything that happened in those years, it seems that it has been destined for a long time.

There are a lot of things to say during the rainy season, but now is not a good time.

Countless bullet holes were shot from the wall at the corner, and dust spilled over their faces. Song Qinglan "pooh" spit out a mouthful of soil, smashed a zombie's head with a fist hook, and continued: "It named this cycle [Overload]."

During the rainy season: "Overloaded?"

Yes!

They do not belong to any of the existing cycles in the Ouroboros mission, and they are unique to each other in these cycles.

Each cycle occurs at the same time from the time anchor point of view, so their occurrence in a misplaced cycle is a high probability event, because this addition can be regarded as an overload state.

No wonder, the other party they saw in each cycle did not retain the memory of the last time.

Despite this, there was some shock during the monsoon.

He was shocked by "the sky in the sense of all eras", and some even began to understand the meaning of "departing time from linear development, and all eras exist at the same time".

For example, going back to the Twelfth Sky Team in 1456, for example, their current situation... If there is no "Sky Dome in the sense of all ages" that claims to be the parent system to check and balance, but to allow this terrible possibility to expand indefinitely, such a situation It will be seen everywhere, and by then, there will be no boundary between death and survival.

This kind of development depends entirely on--

"I want to thank your father who gave himself up and dedicated himself to the world." Song Qinglan said without emotion, "he didn't do anything for you."

Startled during the rainy season.

In fact, since waking up to find that he was back in the cycle of ouroboros, he never thought about Sheng Yun anymore.

Died once and returned to that day.

After witnessing everything, he seemed to have completely distinguished the past from the present.

Even if he returned to the cycle, he would no longer be the monsoon when he was burdened with everything.

Song Qinglan observed the situation in the distance with a probe, and saw that the teammates were approaching them: "This is the situation now. We had better wait until the black wall arrives at the same time so that we can return to the capsule together. The problem is that we are not the same. In the loop."

"It's not difficult." When the rainy season said, "As long as we ensure that our cycles overlap when we complete the task, we complete the task just before the paradox occurs, even if we go back together."

Song Qinglan also thought: "It's really not difficult."

The meeting during these cycles and during the monsoon has gradually revealed an answer to Song Qinglan's undecidable point.

But he likes to listen to the analysis during the rainy season.

"Then you have to find me every time before I die." Song Qinglan said, "I'm so conspicuous, it should be easy to find."

Having said that, there was no reaction behind him.

Song Qinglan looked back, her side was empty and disappeared during the monsoon rains.

The teammates not far away who were going to approach them also disappeared.

The zombies that had just died in the blast also came alive.

Song Qinglan's heart was empty.

He smashed the wall lightly and sat in place.

Three or four zombies walked around the corner and rushed towards him. He didn't mean to move.

"Boom boom!"

Several gunshots.

The zombies with pale eyeballs burst into bleeding holes on their foreheads, and fell to the ground one by one.

The stench of blood dripped all over the place.

A tall, thin figure in a black combat uniform walked out of the corner, holding a diamond bird in his right hand and stretching his left hand in the air.

Song Qinglan raised her arm and held that hand.

He took advantage of his strength to stand up.

"So fast this time," he said.

"Yeah." Replied during the rainy season, "I'm afraid you will wait too long."

Song Qinglan lowered her head and kissed that lip.

In the rainy season, he hugged his neck and responded to the kiss.

The gunpowder is in the air.

They are each other's salvation.

The author has something to say:

Strictly speaking, this copy is not a copy anymore, it is much shorter than I thought.

Because the plot to pass through the level was used in the first copy, so after finishing the foreshadowing, they found a way and immediately returned to reality.