flying switch

The sound of fighting came from the outer city. Mr. T's face was livid. He listened to his men's faltering report on the situation, and cut off his words with gritted teeth: "I have clearly issued an order. I want them to never enter the game again, no matter what means they use."

The corners of his mouth tightened downward: "Then you come and tell me that you failed, and the two people with clear information in hand disappeared out of thin air."

His hands trembled: "We checked every suspicious vehicle and tracked it, but..."

"I lost it because the signal was lost," Mr. T sneered, "I really raised a bunch of terrible trash."

The subordinates were shivered by the chill in his words, bowed their heads and did not speak.

Mr. T stared at the transparent wall of the inner hall that separated him from the outside. Except for the inside of the wall, his men had already searched through Yunshang City, but they still hadn't found anything.

"I'm just one step away from success, just one step..." His eyes were bloodshot, and anxiety leaked out of them, and he murmured coldly, "Someone is protecting them, and she doesn't want me to succeed. The same kind of people are still pretending to be loved ones, it's too much, she should be warned."

His subordinates trembled and listened to him talking to himself, but he slapped him in the end. He shivered and looked up, looking at Mr. T's cold eyes in the backlight: "...Mr. T, Mr. T?"

Mr. T said condescendingly: "Start the remote control plan. Give me that thing."

The subordinate's eyes widened: "Mr. T! Please think twice, this plan and that thing will destroy the entire Yunshang City, and even the entire flying switch!"

Mr. T mocked: "Then let you hold it? It's been almost half a day, and you've found nothing, and you still want to hold it?" He suddenly increased the pressure of his voice, "Bring it!"

The subordinates had no choice but to return the palm-sized thing to Mr. T.

Mr. T didn't want to stay here any longer, he thought of Zhong Rong's eyes full of murderous intent, he held the thing and ordered: "Deal with any foreign enemies in Yunshang City, treasure, I will go find it myself."

"The remote control plan..."

"Start from the game," Mr. T said calmly, "Don't leave any traces, it's not easy to clean up."

When the subordinate wanted to say something, Mr. T glanced over and said, "You are quite clever in doing things, I don't want to waste talents."

His hands trembled, he closed his eyes and bent over, completely devoid of other thoughts: "Yes."

Above their heads, on the beam of the inner hall, Qian Shuichong, dressed in white, was lying there watching this not-so-exciting scene.

He watched the play from beginning to end without wasting time, and by the way, he also finished reading a few surviving murals on the beam that the Swift and Furious Gang hadn't had time to Huo Huo.The murals are different from the continuous comics in Zhong Rong's mouth. They are all separate and gorgeous. At first glance, they have nothing to do with each other, but when you look closely, you always feel that they are closely connected by something.

Maybe it's the idea, maybe it's the style of painting, maybe it's a certain element.

Qian Shuichong leaned on the roof beam with ease, recalling the paintings just now in his mind, staring at the scene below with his eyes half drooped. T turned and walked away, leaving the little subordinate to bow to the air, without any intention of looking up.Qian Shuichong looked bored and didn't worry about being discovered, so he quickly turned around and landed silently on the edge next to the roof beam and the skylight.

T was stimulated by the sound of fighting outside, and the snipers on the roof also fired in this direction, it must be Zhong Rong.

The translucent glass window cuts the battlefield outside full of beauty. The man in black, who is exactly as Qian Shuichong expected, is flying up and down on a skateboard, clearing the obstacles at the door. His movements are neat and accurate. At the last second of accumulating power, the sense of power overflowing from his waist, shoulders and fists is extremely charming.

Qian Shuichong squinted his eyes to admire, and kept moving his hands, silently cutting the glass window to a size that could allow one person to pass through, and then set up his silver gun when Zhong Rong passed through like a cheetah to besiege his team, and adjusted it to In sniper mode, aim at the sniper on a tall statue opposite.

Zhong Rong didn't dodge the action over there, he failed to discover this potential danger.Qian Shuichong put the gun on his cheek, imagining that Zhong Rong was beside him, aimed steadily at the danger, and pulled the trigger.

The silver bullet flew out of the gun chamber without a sound, leaving a spiral trail in the air, passing through the statue's exquisite leaf crown, and penetrating the sniper's gun chamber through a gap the size of a knuckle.

"boom--"

Zhong Rong paused, and quickly looked towards the source of the explosion—the top of an ordinary statue that he hadn't noticed.That place is a sniper position, someone must have killed the sniper there and protected him.

Zhong Rong's heart moved, he suppressed himself, and inadvertently glanced at the top of the palace behind him, and he really saw the very concealed silver gun that was stretched out and retracted specially, and his heart warmed.

Qian Shuichong is fine, that's fine.

The explosion destroyed the statue, shattering half of his head, knocking him from mid-air, and rolling him down the slope.Zhong Rong smiled abruptly amidst the loud noise, he was puzzled by the swift and fierce gang who blocked him, and couldn't resist his orders, so he threw himself forward and suppressed Zhong Rong desperately.

The smoke and bombs suddenly fell into the center of their encirclement, making them cry, and when the sound of the grapple rope contracting came, Zhong Rong had disappeared from them and disappeared.

These few people were tired and scared, and they were full of resistance to Zhong Rong, who should have disappeared offline but came back online and became stronger, and their fighting spirit was low. Before the figure of Mr. T completely disappeared, his big men came through the smoke with serious expressions.

Regardless of the mood of the swift and fierce gang outside, Zhong Rong, who was directly sent into Qian Shuichong's arms by the rope, was in a very good mood.He fired the rope at the silver gun in the smoke, bumped into the arms of someone with open arms to receive him, and looked up into those smiling eyes.

Qian Shuichong lifted his chin with his fingers, and silently touched his forehead to forehead lightly, breathing on the corners of his lips.Zhong Rong couldn't help smiling, thinking of something again, supported the beam in a panic, turned Qian Shuichong's body over again, and after confirming that he was not seriously injured, he was relieved, leaned over with peace of mind, and told him about Alai's situation in a low voice.

"The Swift Gang still has a lot of people here," Qian Shuichong wiped off the dirt on Zhong Rong's cheeks, and told Zhong Rong about the play just now,

"Now recalled, T decided to go find the treasure on his own."

Zhong Rong was thoughtful: "The witch protected us?"

"She is the most likely person, but this also means that she is not in the game," Qian Shuichong said, "We can't ask her for help in the game."

"What is the remote control plan?" Zhong Rong frowned. "It doesn't feel good. 'Start from the game', I feel like I want to kill someone. And 'that thing', what is it? A bomb?"

Seeing that he was about to fall into anxiety, Qian Shuichong stretched out his hand to protect the back of his neck: "We still have to find the fruit and the last treasure. I have clues, remember the murals I mentioned? We are now in a position where we can get close Look around."

Zhong Rong calmed down and looked at the wall around him, and he saw murals one person tall. The left and right edges merged perfectly, but the lower edge was broken together with the destroyed murals, causing cracks like a spider web to climb all the way up.

Seeing Zhong Rong frowning, Qian Shuichong explained, "The Swift and Furious Gang."

The style of digging three feet into the ground may not have been passed down from the Swift Gang to the Phoenix Gang.Zhong Rong looked at the fragmented murals below, and then thought of the brick paintings outside with almost no clues left: "...they don't even read the content, if they can find the treasure, they will go to hell."

"The brick painting outside was also destroyed?"

"Basically." Zhong Rong pouted and told Qian Shuichong the only clues he had.

Qian Shuichong narrowed his eyes: "The tree of the void."

"The kind that Zuo Xuan said?" Zhong Rong recalled, "It appears when the emotions are the same or the bonds are connected..."

"Or when a certain emotion is extremely prominent," Qian Shuichong said, "the brick painting in front is blurred, but Zuo Xun's expression keeps changing, right?"

"Yes, could it be that something happened between them, so the wood of the void appeared from the witch?" Zhong Rong shook his head again, "No, that thing came out of the witch, as if it was transformed into a witch. Wood needs life as a price?"

Qian Shuichong shook his head slowly: "It's hard to be sure."

Zhong Rong thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything from the remaining clues of the brick painting, so he got up from Qian Shuichong's body, raised his legs to hook the long beam beside him, and moved over, taking a step closer to the mural: "Why don't you look at it first?" Murals. Speaking of which, the painting style here is very similar to that of the brick paintings.”

Qian Shuichong lightened his body, closed his eyes for half a second, and sat upright on the beam: "The murals here may be connected with the brick paintings."

Zhong Rong leaned closer to look at the murals: "This is painted, and the brick paintings are carved, but the style of painting is really similar, but the ones here seem to be more... richer."

He pointed to the person without pupils on the mural: "This person is also very familiar, I feel like I have seen it somewhere."

Qian Shuichong thought for a while: "If it's a novel, the person in the illustration is one of the protagonists."

Zhong Rong had a sudden realization: "The brick painting outside is Zuo Xun's own story, so could it be..."

"The story of Ruguo." The two looked at each other and said in unison.

Zhong Rong hurriedly turned around, jumped across the beams one by one, and stopped in front of the mural in the center: "Sure enough, this is Ruguo!"

The trapped beast at a glance turned into a heroic woman on the mural. She looked to the right, and her pupils were blocked by flying hair.

Zhong Rong followed her line of sight and saw a witch—it was a witch, a woman exactly like a witch landed on the mural vividly, raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and held a round crystal ball in her hand.

Zhong Rong's pupils shrank: "How could it be a witch? Could it be that Ruguo is Zuo Xun in the flying switch?"

"T pinched his face again a few years ago," Qian Shuichong leaned on the opposite beam, "his initial image is rarely known."

"But sunglasses have always been his symbol," Zhong Rong looked at the man's mural, "he doesn't have pupils, but if the man in the illustration of the novel, he always has pupils!"

"MOON said that the consistency of Ruguo and Ruo's novels," Qian Shuichong said, "this may be Zuo Xi's tailor-made mural."

"Zuo Xuan likes high places, as long as anyone who knows her a little bit knows," Zhong Rong couldn't figure it out, "Why didn't T look up?"

"Because the feelings will be indifferent, and time will pass for a long time, T is not someone who will remember these things. Like a brick painting, the entire Yunshang City is Zuo Xuan's memory palace. She has preserved her memories with Fei Shu, including The people who were together at that time," Qian Shuichong turned his head, "but obviously the proportions are different. T only occupies these two murals, and most of them belong to the juguo and the witch."

Zhong Rong looked at it, and sure enough the proportions of the three characters were all different: "T and Zuo Xun separated earlier."

"This is the clue left by Zuo Xing to his old friend. If T still cares, he will not forget to look up."

Zhong Rong had an indescribable feeling in his heart, he curled his lips: "I don't want to. Continue to look at the murals, look carefully, the parts of the three are coherent like brick paintings, there may be some clues that can help us find the void tree."

"Looking for the Void Tree?"

"Yes, that arrow," Zhong Rong reminded, "if we can confirm that these three people are the same as the protagonist in the brick painting, maybe we can find the real source of the Void Tree that appeared from the witch in the brick painting. After all, we can't go there now. Find a witch and ask her to cancel the account and then pull out the wooden sticks from the remains."

Netherwood oozes from the witch, and something may have entered her body before.Qian Shuichong thought silently, looked at Zhong Rong who hadn't expected this step, his face remained unchanged: "Then come here, let's look from this side, this order is correct."

Zhong Rong didn't think much about it, and quickly moved to Qian Shuichong's side with a grapple, and went to see the murals with him.

Qian Shuichong stepped aside silently, and behind Zhong Rong, he looked back at the paintings of the witch from a distance.Zhong Rong likes to look at it from a very close distance. He was so focused at the moment that he didn't notice that Qian Shuichong behind him was following the hidden vines on the witch's wrist.

The vines are hidden in the shadows. Looking back, the vines still run through the witch's section, and her cuffs will always have the shadow of vines, whether deep or shallow.The first painting was the only one without vines. Qian Shuichong's gaze swung between the first and second paintings. The witch looked up and grabbed something, and then the vines attached to her.

What did she catch?

Qian Shuichong got up slowly, and found that the top edge of the mural only reached the witch's wrist - the painter did not draw the key clue of the Void Tree.

He frowned, and suddenly heard Zhong Rong calling him: "...what's wrong?"

Zhong Rong looked back at him standing there, not knowing what he was thinking, and paused for a moment: "I want to say, look at the changes of these three people in the mural. The picture they finally appeared and the beginning are always almost something."

He pointed to the crown of leaves that disappeared above T's head: "T is the crown of leaves."

Refers to the three missing feathers on the wings of the fruit: "The fruit is a feather."

He also pointed to the closed eyes of the witch: "The witch has her eyes, and those pictures of her are all with her eyes open. You should see it, right?"

Qian Shuichong did not deny: "If we gather these elements together, will the clues of the Void Tree appear?"

"I think so," Zhong Rong stood up, with a bad expression on his face, "but I have some sad news to tell you... Do you remember the sniper just now? The statue he was in... Don't you think he looks like a mural Is the T in it?"

The statue has a leaf crown and overlapping images, it seems that they found the first elemental key without any trouble, so what's the misfortune?

Qian Shuichong turned his head speechlessly. The surviving pair of eyes of the statue were still staring at the pile of gravel remains outside the glass window. Of course, the crown of leaves above his head was broken into pieces.

"Then the statue was just blown up," Qian Shuichong pursed his lips, "...Sorry, I didn't expect that."

"It's not your fault, I didn't notice it, no, that sniper doesn't know where to choose," Zhong Rong hurriedly said, "But we have feathers, there is always a way... maybe Alai has a way, he has a way for this kind of The manufacture of elemental props is very proficient."

"You go to Alai, I'll try and see if I can find that Ye Guan. Generally, the clearance items are designed to have enough blood." Qian Shuichong said.

"That place is too close to the warning point of the Swift Gang!" Zhong Rong held him back, "I can't let you go alone, it's too dangerous!"

Qian Shuichong's eyebrows and eyes softened: "Then I'll wait for you here."

Zhong Rong was relieved: "At most 5 minutes, I will be back soon."

Qian Shuichong nodded, watching him fly out from the small opening of the glass window, stepping on the skateboard and leaving the shadow quickly, his eyes gradually became serious.He turned his head to look at the so-called "statue ruins", and saw the golden reflection covered by stones and ash.

The leaf crown was there, undestroyed.

The direction of the door is absolutely safe, the swift and violent gang is concentrated around T, T is in a small palace in front, and the outermost swift and violent gang happens to be around Ye Guan.

Qian Shuichong quickly arranged the feathers in the correct position, walked to the witch's crystal ball, and found that the crystal ball was indeed loose, and it was a button that could be pressed.Now only Ye Guan needed to open the witch's eyes, and perhaps tell him the secret of the origin of the vines.

If someone had to make a sacrifice, it couldn't be Zhong Rong.

Thinking this way, Qian Shuichong pulled up his hood, landed silently in the center of the inner hall, and approached the swift and fierce gang standing guard from the shadows.

Ye Guan was shining with golden light, waving at Qian Shuichong at that specific angle.