There is always a hot chicken trying to scare me [unlimited]

At the moment when the light sphere shattered, like a bad light bulb, the surrounding light suddenly flashed, and then returned to normal.

But Bai Yan knew that everything was different.

The stumped limbs and arms on the ground silently disappeared by half, and the abyss-like black around them also dissipated, turning into an ordinary black.

Most importantly, those shadows clinging to the darkness, faceless and skinless, are all dissolved in it together with the blackness.

Bai Yan blinked, he thought the light ball would be broken and the light would be dimmed, who would have thought it was so stubborn?

The figure also seemed to be cut off, scattered for a moment, and then reunited.

At that moment, I don't know whether it was the distortion of the projection, or the movement of the figure itself. I saw his expression distorted for a moment, but in an instant, he returned to normal. He looked at Bai Yan calmly, as if nothing had happened just now.

The two were relatively speechless, Bai Yan paused for a moment, then smiled: "I'm sorry, my hands are shaking."

Figure: "..."

If it weren't for the character setting not allowing it, he would have sneered twice.

Listen, how human-like it is!

The smile on Bai Yan's face was as if he was playing, and he accepted it as soon as he said it: "Why haven't you disappeared?"

He was still curious.

Figure: "..."

But before he could answer, there were rustling footsteps in the darkness not far away.

One person walked out slowly.

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows: "I didn't see it before, you still have the potential of an American policeman?"

As we all know, in countless movies, the American police | has always played the role of the finale boss who came belatedly after all the dust settled.

"The finale boss" was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the American police | police meant, but he could hear Bai Yan's dissatisfied tone.

Qin Kun didn't rush to answer, but walked up to Bai Yan, looked around, and then sized up the figure: "Who is he?"

The figure also looked at Qin Kun, wondering what he was thinking.

Bai Yan: "I thought you would ask what this is?" He pointed to the light beads that were broken in two on the ground.

Qin Kun pondered for a moment, followed him and asked, "What is this?"

Bai Yan: "I don't know either."

Qin Kun: "..."

He raised his chin: "He knows."

Qin Kun followed the line of sight to look at the figure.

Figure: "..." He paused suspiciously, "You know this answer is meaningless."

He seems to have gradually adapted to this "form", and his expression and tone have become much more fluent.

This sentence does not sound like pure irony, and the tone is more like a helpless exhortation than the arrogance of the eyes above the head.

Although I don't know how the role of this thing changed so quickly, one second it was a fleshy ball that wanted to bite people to death at a disagreement, and the next second it was helpless to look like a human.

But coincidentally, the two people he faced were not very persuasive.

Bai Yan raised a finger at him and shook it left and right.

Gentle and gentle, he expressed "answer directly, don't force nonsense".

Figure: "..."

He paused for a while, as if thinking.

It's just that I've been thinking about it for a long time.

Bai Yan and the others didn't rush, he even squatted down leisurely and picked up a small ball of light, holding it in his hand to study.

The material is a bit like jade, cold and smooth, Bai Yan studied it for a long time, and only came up with the argument that the material is comfortable.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Qin Kun's thoughtful appearance, so he pretended to transfer the things to him: "Did you see a flower?"

Bai Yan could see that Qin Kun seemed to know about this.

Qin Kun shook his head, took it, and held it in his hand.

His fingers were long and slender, his joints were broad, and the protruding veins on the back of his hand revealed his mighty strength.

In his hand, the fragment of the half-palm sphere of light was like a brittle ceramic.

Qin Kun held the thing between his three fingers and turned his wrist.

The muscle lines on the arms changed accordingly, stretched and powerful.

Bai Yan's teeth itch when he saw it, and somehow he thought of the beef tendon he had eaten before.

If he stepped forward to take a bite now, would it be as chewy as that piece of meat?

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear Qin Kun's reply.

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he saw that he was looking at his hand thoughtfully with his eyes closed, frowning slightly.

He yelled twice, but Bai Yan didn't respond, so he simply stretched out his hand and shook the fragments of the light ball in front of his eyes.

In an instant, as if seeing a cat teasing a cat, Bai Yan made a swift move and grabbed Qin Kun's wrist.

Qin Kun: "?" He smiled, revealing lines of laughter at the corners of his mouth, "What are you thinking, so engrossed?"

"Huh?" Bai Yan had a rare guilty conscience, it couldn't be said that he was thinking about the taste of your flesh.

With a clear cough, I wanted to change the subject, but suddenly forgot what I asked before, my head suddenly went blank, and I simply asked, "What did you say?"

Fortunately, Qin Kun didn't pay much attention to it: "I just said, this thing looks familiar to me, as if I've seen it somewhere before."

"Huh?" Bai Yan realized what he said after a half-beat slow, and asked back, "Then do you remember now?"

Qin Kun shook his head, thinking that if he could remember, he would say it directly, how could he say the previous few sentences.

The two of them were full of thoughts, and their thoughts were completely different. They were able to chat for a while without any hindrance. Between you and me, they ignored the figure.

Naturally, he didn't see the figure's expression suddenly changed when he heard Qin Kun's words.

Bai Yan: "It's okay, I can't remember..." He took advantage of the situation to loosen the hand holding Qin Kun's wrist, and his fingertips seemed to rub against the skin inadvertently.

For a moment, both of them paused.

Bai Yan turned his hand away, rubbed his fingertips, pinched his nails lightly, as if to drive away the inexplicable numbness just now.

Thinking in his heart: the touch is stronger than he imagined, and if he bites it down, it will be harder to bite than the tendon.

While pretending to have no flaws, he answered the following words: "...just think about it, you can always remember it."

Qin Kun nodded, and his concentration was a little distracted: "After returning to the wasteland..." I realized that I had said something that shouldn't be said in the middle of the sentence, so I could only re-phrase, "If I haven't remembered it yet, I'll check it out and tell you. "

He intuited that this thing was very important.

According to his memory, among the people and things that left an impression, one of them was left after seeing it several times.

But this impression is carved little by little.His memory is absolutely clear and there will be no confusion.

The other one that is not clear is naturally the kind that I have only seen once, or passed by or heard by chance.

There was a vague familiarity when I saw it again.

It does happen to ordinary people.

But Qin Kun himself is absolutely impossible, his brain has a filter system, such as these vagueness of a one-sided relationship, will be directly thrown into the trash can to ensure the quality of the memories recorded in his mind.

——Unless, it is something very special.

Bai Yan murmured, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so he decisively changed the subject and looked at the figure: "Going to the mill, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Figure: "..."

He swallowed his anger: "I do know."

Before Bai Yan and the others could speak, he said slowly, "But..."

"I can't remember."

Bai Yan: "..."

Qin Kun: "..."

This scene is inexplicably familiar.

Bai Yan smiled: "It's okay..." He drew out the dagger again, "Let me help you remember."

Figure: "..."

He took two steps back calmly: "I can remember." After a pause, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows: "If you can think of it and say you don't know, are you kidding me? You don't want your head anymore?"

Shadow: "Think...I can't think of it myself!"

Bai Yan: "..." He flicked the blade of the short knife and made a "thump", indicating that his patience for appreciating the art of language is about to run out.

The figure said anxiously: "You have to give me back my head!"

As he said that, he raised his finger and pointed to the ball of light that had been divided into pieces.

Bai Yan: "..."

Qin Kun: "..."

The author has something to say:

Shadow: If you don't give me a head, what should I use to think, a face? ! (Wronged