Infinity Throne

Next door to Qingcheng.

Fengcheng is a small city located in a small basin area, surrounded by mountains and close to mountains and rivers. It is suitable for housing prisons and shelters.

After being escorted to this place, Pan Zhengyi is currently recuperating in a "psychiatric asylum" as a "mental patient".

The defense here is tight, and in order to ensure safety, the guards here are equipped with a certain degree of armed force, such as electric shock batons, anesthesia guns, tear gas and the like.

Of course, cheating cannot be stopped here.

Yi Lin came to Lao Pan's ward as if she was in a deserted place.

Looking up in the room, there is a small metal sign hanging: [9527-9528].

It's a double room.

When Yi Lin arrived at the scene, Lao Pan was sitting on the back of a muscular man in a vest with a smile on his face.

"Let us be companions in the world of mortals, live a carefree life, gallop on horseback, share the prosperity of the world, sing to each other over wine, and sing the joy in our hearts! Ah ha ah—ah ha ah—when the mountains have no edges and corners, when the river does not Let’s flow again~ String your heart with mine, string a lucky clover together to form a concentric circle~”

Lao Pan's happy singing echoed in the room.

Although Yi Lin didn't know what the song was, it sounded pretty good and very pleasant.

There's just one little problem, it doesn't sound like the same song.

Yi Lin twisted her body and first turned into a shadow. After slipping into the crack of the door from below, she quickly returned to her human form.

"Snapped!"

After Yi Lin came in, she snapped her fingers and the entire shelter tripped for no apparent reason.

"Yo! Boy!"

Lao Pan smiled with narrowed eyes and greeted Yi Lin.

"You're doing well."

Yi Lin watched helplessly as [9528] was being walked by Lao Pan like a dog. Yi Lin was so impressed by Lao Pan.

"You came."

Suddenly, Lao Pan put on a deep expression, and a sharp light flashed in his deep eye sockets, as if there was a knife hidden deep in his eyes.

"Well, I'm here."

Yi Lin nodded calmly.

"You're early." The muscular man lay on the ground. Lao Pan crossed his legs and sat on the muscular man's back with a smile. He crossed his hands. This posture made him look like the king of the underground world, but also like someone aloof. The emperor's whole person suddenly showed awe-inspiring aura.

Yi Lin no longer dared to take Lao Pan's words as a joke. He pondered the deep meaning of "possible" in every word of Lao Pan. Of course, Lao Pan may be talking crazy things most of the time.

"Then... when is it not too early?"

"Hey?" Lao Pan suddenly jumped up and approached Yi Lin mysteriously. He looked left and right, all the energy in his body was gone, and he lowered his voice with a sly look.

The hot man pointed to the ceiling: "This secret must not be revealed."

Yi Lin was stunned.

Don't reveal it. What did you say Der?

"Thief hahaha! Don't leak it!~Don't leak it~Tell it, let it leak, let it leak!"

Lao Pan happily circled around the room, humming and dancing.

The next second, he was like a spider, hanging upside down on the wall, his whole body pressed against the wall, his fingers clasped together, and a thin layer of powder was pulled off.

Yi Lin rolled his eyes. He took out the world map that he had prepared and spread it in the center of the room: "Old Pan, choose any place."

"Hey!"

Lao Pan was beating on the ceiling, and he began to roll his eyes: "Young man, do you want a wife?"

Yi Lin: "What are you talking about...I think."

Is not this nonsensical?

Old Pan twitched for a while, and all five of his fingers were dug into the wall. Only then did Yi Lin notice the terrifying strength of Pan Zhengyi's grip. When his five fingers exerted force, they could even pull out a person's heart alive. He is worthy of being the king of killers trained by the Hakka family.

Lao Pan came down, rolled back on the bed, and faced Yi Lin with his butt.

"Hmph, it's okay if you don't want this wife!"

Lao Pan turned his back to Yi Lin and said angrily.

Yi Lin was really confused by Lao Pan Zhengyi. He was about to roll up the map and leave. When he went home and thought carefully about every word of Lao Pan, Yi Lin suddenly discovered that Pan Zhengyi was holding the pink powder on the ceiling just now. , there happened to be a small pink mound piled up on the map.

In the west, far, far away.

"Ah this..."

Yi Rin found it hard to believe that this was a coincidence.

Putting away the map, Yi Lin prepared to leave.

According to his estimation, with the speed of movement in this small city, the circuit has almost been repaired.

Before leaving, Yi Lin threw a "little toy" to Lao Pan that looked like a remote control, but was actually a remote control.

"If you shake it right, this thing will explode, and it will also paralyze the surrounding electronic devices. The password is left, left, right, up, down, ABAB." Yi Lin said, but then he rubbed his forehead speechlessly: "But according to what you can do with your face. Judging from the operation of the password, even if I don't tell you, you will naturally be able to use it when you need it."

As if he had found a treasure, Lao Pan grabbed the remote control and rubbed it in his hand.

Even if the wooden remote control is discovered by the containment staff, there will be no suspicion.

"Hey Hey……"

…

On the way back, Yi Lin was hesitating whether to go back to the snowy mountains to isolate herself, or to go back to the capital to find Mo Renni.

In the end, Yi Lin decided to return to the capital.

Along the way, Yi Lin was thinking about Lao Pan's words.

Now he seems to be suffering from PTSD. Lao Pan's word "left" seems to be problematic for him, and the word "right" seems to be problematic as well. It really hurts his balls.

He even came up with an idea, as long as you can speak well to Lao Pan, what if I become the president of Tianqi Guild for you?

etc.

There is no longer him in this world, where will the Apocalypse Guild come from?

wrong.

Yi Lin was in mid-air, her steps stopped, and she almost crashed.

In an instant, he felt cold all over his body, and he was terrified when he thought about it.

While chatting with Xiao Xi, he subconsciously ignored a very important fact.

There is a serious logical flaw in this.

Xiao Xi said that the Apocalypse Knights are from artifacts, but they are the "only real" body. If they die, they will disappear.

In other words, there is a connection between "cause" and "result" between the Apocalypse Knight and the ontology.

The ontology is the cause, and the knights of the apocalypse who descended into the only reality in advance are the "results".

If there is an effect, there must be a cause.

So, since "Yirin" does not exist in this world, then he already has "effect", where has the "cause" gone?

"Am I a mistake?"

Yi Lin still hasn't solved the mystery left by Xiao Xi at that time.

But he felt he was not far from the answer.

…

…

Yi Rin, who was worried, returned to the capital.

After several teleportations, he landed in the Mo family's house.

Mo Rendi was in the yard, beating the iron pile, shaking his head and sighing.

Yi Lin was about to ask Mo Rendi why he was sighing, but he soon noticed a wooden photo frame standing under the eaves. In the photo frame were photos of Mengmeng when he was a child. Yi Lin silently walked to Mo Rendi and patted Lao Mo on the shoulder: "Miss your granddaughter?"

Mo Rendi smiled coldly: "Impossible."

Ha~

Please remember your unruly appearance now, Lao Mo.

Yi Lin thought happily.

Putting aside the question of "wrong" for the time being, Yi Lin sat next to Mo Li's photo, cracking melon seeds and watching Mo Rendi practice boxing. It has to be said that Mo Rendi's moves are smooth and concise, without any unnecessary movements. They are perfect and perfect, which is pleasing to the eyes of onlookers.

Mo Rendi hammered down another iron pile. When he was about to call someone to send a new one, he waved to Yi Lin with a dark face: "Brother G, sit down and block the light."

The whites of Yi Lin's eyes rolled up: "If your eyes are not good enough, just say so."

"Bah, my eyesight is much better than yours."

Mo Rendi secretly looked at the photos and missed them, but Yi Lin blocked them with his butt. Mo Rendi walked around a few times with the steps of returning to his original nature, but failed to get around Yi Lin's block. With a dark face, he rose up and punched mediocrely.

"Look at the punch!"

Damn it, you don’t have martial ethics.

When Yi Lin saw that Mo Rendi was actually using his real skills, the punch seemed ordinary, but it hit along the cross-section of "reason".

"Look around!"

Yi Lin hurriedly drew a circle in front of her, preparing to wait for the enemy to "throw herself into the circle".

"Hey? Don't even think about using the same move on me for the third time!"

Mo Rendi smiled coldly, his fist turned into a knife, and he cut across the edge of the portal.

Yi Lin's expression changed, and so did Mo Rendi's. Just when his palm was about to chop at the portal, he noticed something was wrong and changed his moves again. He jumped up high and landed hard, with a kick to the head.

call.

Yilin breathed a sigh of relief. This was no joke. When the portal opened, it was equivalent to forcibly linking two "points" in space together, which was inherently unstable. During the teleportation process, if any object is stuck in the middle of the door and the teleporter is closed, the power of "space" will cut the object in half. Of course, the power is quite impressive, but generally no one would be so stupid as to send a certain part of their body into the circle, so Yi Lin generally would not use the portal as a means of attack.

The two quarreled for a while.

Mo Rendi knew that this was his home, so he looked very serious, but in fact he wasn't too serious, so he was holding back.

Half an hour later, the two "old antiques" were lying on the ground panting.

"Old Mo, I'm going on a long trip." Yi Lin turned her head to the sky and said, "To be honest, I have a hunch that this trip may take some time."

"Okay," Mo Rendi said with a straight face. He flicked his sleeves, and Molly's photo frame was suddenly taken into Mo Rendi's hands. He breathed on the glass, rubbed his sleeves on the glass. After a few clicks, he turned around and left a message: "Be safe."