The host is a piece of trash

Chapter 149 The Self in the Mirror (13)

"Yes, it's the mirror! I came out last because I broke the mirror!" Lu Yue's face turned pale.

Almost, you will be trapped in it forever.

The black eyelashes drooped slightly, and he grabbed the backpack in the air, and a mirror appeared in his hand. He looked at the mirror, and he in the mirror also looked at him. He tilted his head, and the self in the mirror also tilted. He tilted his head.

"Here."

Hei Mao handed the mirror to Lu Yue.

Lu Yue took it, and there was no reflection of her in the mirror!

"This……"

Hei Mao also leaned over to take a look, there were clearly two people, but Hei Mao was the only one in the mirror!
"I know where the problem is." Hei Mao took a deep breath, "Let's go back and let everyone take a picture."

"Okay." Lu Yue grabbed her clothes nervously.

If that person is really the mirror image of Zhang Yuelu, then she really has no chance of winning.

No, if the Scepter is really invincible, there is still a chance.

Hei Mao went back with the mirror, deliberately put on a troubled expression on his face, and walked while looking in the mirror: "Hey, where is the bag? Why can't I see it?"

The pink-haired girl ran over first, and she looked at the black hair suspiciously, "Did you fall?"

A rare blush flashed across Hei Mao's face, and he said in embarrassment: "Careless."

The pink-haired girl covered her mouth and chuckled, getting very close to him to see where there were any injuries on his head.

"No..." The pink-haired girl looked left and right, but she didn't see any injuries, she was very discouraged.

Heimao responded casually, focusing on the mirror image, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Her mirror image is there too.

Well, next.

In fact, there was no need for him to say anything, the golden and red furs came over, and they got close to look, and their figures were reflected in the mirror.

So the last one is also the object of his most suspicion.

Yan Che.

Yan Che looked at them softly not far away, his pupils were full of clarity, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't squeeze, just pass by one by one."

Heimao rolled his eyes, then pushed the others away, and said with a slightly irritable tone, "Hey, don't get so close to me, Yan Che, come and take a look, you've always been careful."

Yan Che didn't think too much, and went straight over.

And Hei Mao's eyes were fixed on the mirror.

When Yan Che's figure appeared in the mirror, Heimao's hand shook, and the mirror fell to the ground with a thud, and the sound of shattering pierced his heart.

"What's wrong?" Yan Che still had no doubts.

Heimao tried his best to stabilize his mood. He covered his forehead and complained: "What is the setting of this game? It hurts when you fall and doesn't show the location of the wound. It's outrageous."

"Maybe this bug will be fixed in the future." Yan Che explained softly.

"Okay, let me rest for a while." Hei Mao discouraged.

Lu Yue walked up to him naturally and gave him a look: "I can help you with healing skills, just think of it as a reward for rescuing me just now."

"Thank you very much." Heimao bowed slightly and gave Lu Yue a wink.

The others continued to eat, while Hei Mao and Lu Yue stepped aside in the name of treatment.

Hei Mao didn't hide anymore, he trembled and said, "Yan Che told me, run quickly."

"Yan Che in the mirror?" Lu Yue sighed.

Hei Mao nodded, his voice pressed again and again: "Although I guessed it, it's too unbelievable."

The him in the mirror replaced the real him.

(End of this chapter)