My male coach breaks the void

"I said, can you feel the illusion just now?

"what happened?"

Fang Rongdao stopped and looked back at the pale gray dumpling.

"Just a general emotional attack... that's all... Hey! What's wrong with you!"

Qu Liushang bent down, resting his hands on his knees.A gust of wind blew through his temples, bringing up a strand of black hair.

"This...general emotional attack...I can't stand it..."

"Fang Rongdao! Don't touch him!"

Fang Shijing, who was still clearing the obstacles ahead, suddenly turned his head and shouted to the rear: "He was attacked with precision!"

With the long sword behind his back, fingertips touching each other, Fang Rongdao didn't even have time to warn Fang Shijing, he only had time to grab Qu Liushang's hand.

"Being accurately attacked by the illusion", this is a situation that Fang Rongdao has never encountered.The hallucinations that advocate emotional attack usually treat the people who enter the hallucination equally, that is to say, everyone in the hallucination is attacked the same—at least in the same degree of mental damage, but the hallucinations of "precision attack" are different, This kind of illusion is not man-made, but caused by various natural or psychological reasons of the person involved. For example, when the surrounding environment is extremely harsh and has characteristics, or the person concerned has some special relationship with the person who created the illusion, the illusion will happen. A unique change, this kind of change can even turn an ordinary spell that was originally used to confuse people into a deadly weapon that can directly kill people in their inner world.The most important point is that when a person is attacked with precision, others must not have any physical contact with him.This "precision attack" is as contagious and uncontrollable as the plague.Even in Fang Rongdao's long reincarnation, he has never encountered this kind of illusion head-on.

Because this kind of illusion requires fate in addition to its own formation, it also has very strict requirements on the person who creates the illusion.

——Only the gods can create this illusion.

Qin Xiangling was at the end of the team and hurried over when he heard Fang Shijing's voice.When he arrived at the scene, Fang Rongdao and Qu Liushang had disappeared in place.The sky that had just sprinkled a ray of light was covered by branches and leaves at this time, and there were no reference objects around, only the path opened by the front and back.

"What should we do?" Qin Xiangling frowned and asked, "This is no longer within the category of mental attacks. The entities of the two of them have disappeared here, which means that they have entered another time and space—probably the gap between illusion and reality. It is completely impossible for us to predict where they will appear next time, no, it is better to say that we have no idea whether they can escape from the illusion..."

"Do you want to break the contract?" Fang Shijing smiled and looked at the advanced demon cultivator, "This is the first time I've seen you like this, for two strangers..."

"Two allies."

Qin Xiangling glanced at him, then continued to stride forward.

"Let's not mention that grey-clothed friar of unknown origin—I've never seen that kind of cultivation at the peak of the golden core but without any foundation. We don't even know what kind of boy he will be who can travel through time and space. With such a spell, he can guarantee that he will not die until he reaches the peak of his cultivation."

"Such a person...the future is limitless. Since I can't use it for me, and I can't kill him, then I can only please him within the scope of my ability, so as to avoid any unreasonable disaster in a hundred years."

"That's right." Fang Shijing responded indifferently, "You know, I don't care about the family, the housekeepers, etc. It's just that you have analyzed everything so thoroughly, so I'll just listen to you."

"But even if you don't know anything about your analysis, I will still follow your advice."

After all I've been...waiting for you for hundreds of years.

Qin Xiangling didn't understand Fang's parents' intentions at all, and only thought that he was moved by his own words.

"Well, let's move on. Anyway, they have the same purpose as us."

"Liu Shuhan."

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"Qu Liushang, what's wrong with you?"

When Fang Rongdao opened his eyes, Qu Liushang was lying on a bed, beside the bed was a white cabinet and an unknown... mechanism?Opposite the bed there is a large black flat...

Someone is moving on the plane?Still making noise?

This is a bit like a space spell... or rather, it is exactly the same as the mirror image spell used for surveillance.

"Curve Liushang?"

Intuition told Fang Rongdao that there was no danger in this room, but in order to be cautious, he carefully avoided those organs that he was not familiar with.Qu Liushang curled up on one side of the bed, the quilt was wrapped around his upper body, leaving only one closed eye, and his lower body was completely exposed. Fang Rongdao stretched out his hand to touch it, and the slightest coolness came from the palm of his hand.

Oh, it should still be winter in this world.

Fang Rongdao opened the curtains, the warm sun shone on his face, and the ground after the heavy snow reflected dazzling light.

"..."

"zzzzzzzz..."

"Qu--Liu--Shang--you cover me well--"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The gray ball yelled and bounced off the bed, and the quilt slid to the floor.

Fang Rongdao stared blankly at the little boy in front of him.

The little boy in front of him.

little boy.

That's right, when I touched his leg just now, the bone age was only 16 years old...

Fang Rongdao raised the hand that grabbed Tuanzi before entering the illusion.

At that time, did I really catch him?

When he was hesitating, Gray Tuanzi was also confused.

Qu Liushang can say with certainty that he really just played games all day yesterday, and he really didn't do anything strange to make a long-haired man in ancient costume sit on his bed and touch his legs!

"You, who are you?"

The familiar Qu Liushang was the first to ask the question.After all, the curtains were not opened, my mobile phone and PSP figures were all put in place, and the TV was still on, broadcasting the morning news.This guy in front of him doesn't look like a thief at all - in his impression, there should be no trickier than being caught by a thief stroking a cat, wearing an ancient costume to steal things...

Too flirty, too flirtatious/shaking head

"You don't remember me?" Fang Rongdao took off the sword behind his back, and looked at Qu Xiaoliuzhan indifferently.

"I-I-I-I-Brother, don't kill me! Give me a hint!"

Don't be like "I'm an emotionless killer"!

The occasional shrill whistle sounded in the street, the half-opened windows let the light fall on the curtains, the sparrows settled on the branches and flew away, and then there was the sound of the child's breathing.

Smooth and long.

"I am your...work." Fang Rongdao looked at the child with folded hands in front of him, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

It seems that this small version of Qu Liushang doesn't know himself, maybe he entered the wrong time and space and came to Qu Liushang's past.But although he doesn't know himself, he is not afraid of himself. A stranger is sitting on his bed with a long sword, but he has no sense of crisis at all. Rather than saying that his mentality is stable, it is better to say that he has accepted the fact calmly .

"what?"

The little boy raised his head and covered his face with his hands.He observed the man in front of him through his fingers, like a rabbit observing a poisonous snake.

But he is not afraid, but full of hope.

"I am your work, the person you wrote."

"But my novel has just begun, it's too early for you to realize it."

The little boy lowered his hands and looked at the man in front of him.After a while, he showed that little sun-like smile again.

"However, if I can create someone like you, it would be a great thing."

【Three days later】

"I said, are you just accepting reality?" Fang Rongdao sat on the sofa, looking at the "machine" that the little boy called "TV" in front of him. The men in the "machine" were confronting each other with weapons, speaking a language he didn't understand.

It has been three days since I came to this world, and Fang Rongdao is not in a hurry. After all, whether it is an illusion or a space-time spell, the time flow rate in the domain is different from the time flow rate outside the domain, and even if he is nervous, he cannot change it at all. current situation.He just started to learn new things-in the past few days, he has been exposed to many things that he could never imagine before.

"Mirror spells" are applied everywhere, and everyone even has a "mirror" - "mobile phone" in their hands.A mortal with no cultivation level can run as fast as a monk with no low cultivation level after getting on a thing called "airplane". Even the endless sky and the bottom of the sea can be reached casually.The kid's family background seems to be good, and he still has a big yard in a city where it is said that "house prices are very high", but there are no traces of other people living in the yard.Children are not very enthusiastic when entertaining guests, but they are kind to themselves.Children cook hard, but instant noodles are very good. Although I don’t know how the unidentified object turned into noodles when I took it out of the bag, and that thing doesn’t seem to be good for health, Fang Rongdao doesn’t care about it — After all, he brought Bigu Pill.

The most important thing is that the child accepted the reality that "I am the protagonist of his novel" without hindrance.

"In fact, I have had this idea for a long time. One day the protagonist of my novel will pop out from the computer or the closet and say hahaha I came to see you or something, but you are not the same as the protagonist I imagined. Same."

"What kind of protagonist do you imagine?" Fang Rongdao clasped the hilt of the sword with the knuckle of his index finger.Ever since he came here, the long sword has never left his body.After all, this is not only Qu Liushang's past, but also an illusion.

This kid might just be a shadow.

"Is a..."

Qu Liushang walked to the living room with a steaming pot. The pot was placed on the coffee table, and he sat beside Fang Rongdao.

"Is a..."

Fang Rongdao turned to look at him.

"emmmmmm..."

Fang Rongdao turned his head to look at the smoke on the pot.

"I don't know, probably someone like you, but not very similar."

Smoke billowed in the icy air.

"What do you mean?"

"My ideal protagonist is probably JamesTKirk, the captain of the USS Enterprise, probably the typical American heroism... So you don't look like the person I wrote..."

Fang Rongdao didn't quite understand what the kid said, he just sat aside with his sword in his arms, quietly staring at the smoke from the instant noodles.They rise and rise until they dissipate on high.

Qu Liushang had told him about his ideal protagonist, but he hadn't said it yet.

"However, you are my protagonist, and this will not change."

Fang Rongdao opened his eyes wide.

"Do you know?" Qu Liushang took the pot that had cooled down a lot, and fanned the hot air on it.Fang Rongdao looked at the pair of slender and white hands that did not look like a man, and found that the fingertips of the teenager in front of him were full of calluses.

"You probably come from a certain cultivation world, although I don't know how I became obsessed with this kind of subject matter...But your place is definitely not a society ruled by law. In our place, it is illegal to break into my house like you did a few days ago , the kind to be locked up."

"But you protected me for some reason." Fang Rongdao squeezed the long sword.

"Yes, my dear friend. Because you are my protagonist, but more than that, because you appear in front of me, then you are a real person."

"How can I send a person I created to prison?" Qu Liushang looked at the man in ancient costume holding a long sword through the smoke, with a fox-like smile on his face.

"A real person."

"Humans always live in the gap between the shadow and the truth. The essence of this world has never been seen by humans. But when I tap the keyboard with my fingers, I always feel that I am a little bit closer to the edge of the gap, which is beyond human understanding. Area. I am superstitious about the Cthulhu mythology system, and think that human beings should live on an isolated island and never explore the outside world. But when I am really on the scene, I would rather the san value drop to 0, and I want to summon the old The Sun Dominator takes a closer look.

"Then, please tell me the truth about this world."