star hunter

I can't remember how many times the same play was repeated, as if it was framed by a script, the scenes and NPCs were limited, and they appeared step by step at the stipulated time.

The same wind, the same snow, the same monster.

When Zhong Yuncong was surrounded by a group of walking corpses, his whole body was covered with scars and dripping with blood, he no longer felt any fear, only bored.

Even the fear is lost, is it possible that Zong Zhengzheng's original intention of setting up this dream can no longer be realized?

Zhong Yuncong inevitably felt discouraged and confused. He didn't know what he should do. Should he get up and fight the aliens, or lie down and wait until he woke up before starting the next round of dreams.

Zhong Yuncong smiled wryly, suddenly it seemed like an endless cycle, not to mention wasting time, it was meaningless.

No, there can't be a next time.

A person's mental state has a tolerance limit. When this limit is broken, it will either collapse or rebound.

Zhong Yuncong has reached this critical point.

In any case, success or failure, it all ends in this round.

He remembered what Zong Zhengzheng said to him before falling into the dream, "Either seize control of the dream, or simply destroy the dream."

Zong Zhengze provided him with a solution a long time ago, but he failed to do it, but now, he has no choice.

But... how to do it?Zhong Yuncong's gaze flicked around indefinitely, taking the whole environment into his eyes.

It has to be said that the simulation of this dream is too perfect, whether it is touching the eyes or feeling the body, it really makes him doubt life.

Chill, pain, flying snowflakes, ferocious monsters, standing buildings...all are realistic.

Zhong Yuncong took a deep breath, the bitter cold air entered the lungs along the organs, followed by a sharp pain, which made him even more frustrated.

Can't find any flaws, control and destruction are all nonsense, and he has no way to start.

Although he was too anxious, he quickly forced himself to calm down. No matter what, he couldn't just "die" now. He raised his head and hit the forehead of a alien species that was trying to bite off his carotid artery. The latter yelled "Aww", and he himself was bleeding from the head.

He fell headfirst to the ground, blood flooded his eyes, and the desolate night sky became more and more blurred and distorted in his vision, only the goose-feather-like heavy snow fell freely.

With his forehead still aching, Zhong Yuncong exhaled soundlessly, and the originally warm breath immediately condensed into a thin white mist in the low temperature, and slowly dissipated.

His eyes were soaked in blood, so he reached out to rub them, but unexpectedly, a piece of cold snow fell silently on the back of his hand.

Then, another piece floated down.

The crystal clear snowflakes are side by side, making the blood on the back of the hand even more red, and the contrast is shocking.

Zhong Yuncong's gaze was inexplicably attracted to this exquisite hexagonal ice crystal, and he had been watching it for a long time, his concentration was incredible, and he was even indifferent to his shoulder being bitten by a foreign species.

Two... identical snowflakes?

After careful comparison, Zhong Yuncong discovered this fact in amazement, but in order to make the inference more rigorous, he stretched out his hand to pick up a few more snowflakes.

After several comparisons, he finally confirmed his conclusion—this is the flaw in the dream.

Just like there are no two identical leaves in the world, and no two snowflakes are the same.

Not to mention, in this illusory world, all snowflakes are carved out of the same mold.

Zhong Yun never knew whether the Zongju was intentional or unintentional. In short, this negligence finally gave him a chance to break the situation.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky are his way of life.

The alien species' attacks became more and more intense, but as long as they were not fatal, Zhong Yuncong was in severe pain and ignored them.

He closed his eyes, and the ice crystals in the palm of his hand began to melt, but in his mind, the shapes of countless snowflakes began to appear.

At first, they were exactly the same hexagonal crystals, like the branches and leaves of pine and cypresses. After a while, they changed to varying degrees - very subtle, it is difficult to detect without careful observation, but compared to before, they are already very different.

When he opened his eyes again, there were still a few cool snowflakes lying in the palm of his hand, he glanced at them and found them in different shapes, and he smiled contentedly.

Something unexpected happened, when those snowflakes fell on his bruised body, his wounds began to heal at an extremely fast speed, and the alien races noticed in a panic after being stained with snowflakes, that they His body gradually became transparent—until it disappeared completely.

The intact Zhong Yun stood up calmly and walked into the white building without haste.

He came all the way to the top floor, and then looked at the heavy snow that fell like cotton wool. They carried his spiritual power and fell thickly on every corner, silently encroaching on this world.

The dominance of this dream is also quietly changing.

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In the reality outside the dream, Zong Zheng quietly observed the sleeping young man.

The corners of his lips curved into a subtle arc. In his previous experience, he had never shown such an expression.

Zong Zheng raised his eyebrows, wondering if there was a turning point?

Accompanying Zhong Yuncong for a whole night of dream simulation training, he also inevitably felt tired, coupled with repeated failures, and the failures were nothing new, the last few times, Zong Zheng was No longer devote energy to monitoring each other's every move in the dream.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Zong Zheng knew that he was still old.

If you put it in the past, how could this level be...

His reminiscence of his youth is not over yet, without any warning, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, his temples throbbed, and Zong Zheng pressed his hand against it, knowing that there must be an unexpected change in the dream .

When he was about to take a peek, a series of loud noises came from his ears suddenly. He turned his head and looked, and the glass of the two windows was shattered by some strong force, not even his water glass. survived.

The headache still persisted, but Zong Zheng smiled in relief.

The kid finally did it, and finally he didn't disappoint him.

At the same time, the dream world is collapsing.

The building collapsed into a pile of ruins, and the monsters were completely gone. Not only that, even the ground was cracked, and terrifying cracks were spreading rapidly.

Zhong Yun stood in the air, his black hair fluttering with the wind, watching the collapsed dream with cold eyes.

Seizing and destroying, what Zong Zheng asked him to do, he did it.

To be honest, this kind of feeling is quite cool, especially, in reality, it is absolutely impossible for Zhong Yuncong to fly, so I enjoy it even more.

After failing so many times in this bad game, he finally cleared it.

Still draw such a successful full stop in such a handsome way.

Isn’t Long Aotian, who is said to be day and night, the same as me at this moment?

At this time, shouldn't it be a standard line - I want to turn the sky day by day!

When he was secretly feeling refreshed, a cold voice suddenly appeared in his mind: "Get out of here!"

Zhong Yun, who was pretending to be in full swing, fainted as soon as he heard the voice, and came out of the dream in despair. After opening his eyes, he met Zong Zhengzheng's expressionless face.

"Ahem..." Zhong Yuncong couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he thought of his shameful performance in the last section of the second grade, "I was just a little bit excited...a little out of control...you must Don't take it to heart."

Zong Zhengzheng's eyes flew over coldly, Zhong Yuncong scratched his head and laughed, trying to change the subject and ask for praise: "This time, did I perform well?"

His leader stared at him for a while with a straight face, but he still didn't hold back, shaking his head and laughing: "It seems that the water and soil outside are really different from the 'island', so stupidly different... I don't know if you eat What grew up."

Zhong Yun was never convinced, and just about to argue, Zong Ju patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "But it's not bad, keep it up."

Even though he was praised but still can't be happy, what is this called... give him a slap in the face, and give him a crooked melon and split date?

Zhong Yuncong closed his mouth resentfully.

"By the way," Zong Zheng suddenly remembered something. He pointed to the cracked window in his office and the broken water glasses all over the floor. "The cost of window repairs and compensation for water glasses will be deducted from your salary."

Zhong Yuncong almost suspected that he heard it wrong: "What?"

"It doesn't matter if you didn't hear clearly," Zong Zheng smiled slightly, "I will explain to the Finance Department."

Zhong Yuncong looked at his boss speechlessly, thinking how much money he would get as a newcomer in the first month, this deduction would definitely be all deducted, and maybe he would have to pay back the money...

This hypocritical and stingy middle-aged man looks like a dog, but he is so greasy inside!

Just as he was stalking the prisoner secretly, the door of the director's office was suddenly pushed open: "Zongju, I have something to report..."

Hearing this voice, Zhong Yuncong and Zong Zhengze turned their attention to the uninvited guest who broke the door at the same time.

"Team Leader Su." Zhong Yun knew who it was from the moment he heard the familiar tone. He was overjoyed, but he didn't lose his sense of proportion. After all, the leader was still on the side.

But Su Xian suddenly changed color: "What's wrong with you?"

Because there was no mirror, Zhong Yun never knew how creepy his face was at the moment.

His complexion was pale, his eyes were black and his lips were chapped. Because of too much cold sweat, he looked like he had just been fished out of the water. If it wasn't for the excitement after successfully passing the customs, he would have died long ago.

"I'm fine, it's just...a little dizzy..." Zhong Yun didn't quite understand why Su Xian asked such a question from the beginning, but after the excitement passed, his overdrawn body finally couldn't take it anymore. He fell back limply while speaking.

Su Xian grabbed the fainted man.

"Aren't you?" He put Zhong Yuncong's arm on his shoulder, took a deep breath, and then said calmly, "Are you too ruthless? His ability has only been awakened for a few months..."

"Is it ruthless? I think it's okay." Zong Zheng watched them calmly with a calm expression, "The enemy he will face will only be more ruthless than me."

Su Xian was speechless for a moment.

He knew Zongju was right, but...

"Okay," Zong Zheng sat down again, "You don't have something to report to me, tell me, I still have a TV series."

"Ah, this," Su Xian picked up the person on his back: "You can find Ren Jie, he was present the whole time, and it's the same if you ask him."

Zong Zheng sneered, and asked knowingly, "Why did you push it to others? Are you free?"

Not to be outdone, Su Xian opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Give the newcomer a chance to show off."

Zong Zheng glanced at him in disgust, and waved his hand like a fly: "Get lost!"

Su Xian followed good advice and got out at the fastest speed.