Lost City [Unlimited]

The boundless black receded like a tide, and Mo Yexiang's heart was empty, and he subconsciously thrashed his limbs, and he felt a solid sense of support under his feet.

is the ground.

Mo Yexiang came back to his senses in an instant, and the first thing that appeared in his vision was those black eyes.She couldn't help taking a few steps back, and then tripped over.

She pouted her buttocks, her forelimbs fluttered back and forth in mid-air, and turned her head to look in horror in a very weird posture. After seeing it clearly, she exclaimed: "Sister, what are you doing, lying dead?!"

It was Sun Meng who acted passively as an obstacle. She didn't know when she collapsed into a curve and lay there silently. At first glance, she looked like a snake that had been frozen to death.

Mo Yexiang stretched out his claws and pulled her gently, but she didn't respond either.

Mo Yexiang really felt that doubts came one after another: "My God, can anyone tell me what's going on?"

She looked around, Yu Songyuan and Hu Ling also fell unconscious on the ground, the five latecomers on the opposite side had "joined five into one", only 'Zhou Zhengwen' was left standing there, staring blankly.

Mo Yexiang's rationality told her that she should find a breakthrough from this obviously wrong person present at this moment, but the current situation is really weird, and she really dare not take the crucial first step alone.

Helpless, she could only stare at the movements of 'Zhou Zhengwen', while turning her eyes to the road from time to time, and carefully gathered her teammates to protect her back.

It was the only courage she had left.

During the whole process, 'Zhou Zhengwen' watched silently from the opposite side without any reaction.

Seeing this, Mo Yexiang slowly relaxed and was no longer so tense.

After a while, Hu Ling shook the tip of his tail and slowly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be some ice-cold tyrannical aura remaining in those pitch-black eyes, and Mo Ye Xiangfu looked away in palpitations as soon as he touched it, not daring to look again.

And Hu Ling's performance further confirmed her conjecture.

They were all pulled into the illusion just now, and the woman had told them the way to break the illusion from the very beginning.

Let love become eternity in her concept.

...that is, killing his lover.

And it doesn't matter whether she raised the knife because she wanted to understand this point, or reversed everything after the incident happened.

When she chose to fight back a "betrayed relationship" in such a decisive way, something has quietly changed.

Killing and punishing, perhaps so.

While Mo Yexiang was meditating, Hu Ling was fully awake.He tidied up his emotions, his eyes became like a deep pool due to depression. "Mo Yexiang, you woke up very quickly."

Mo Yexiang's body froze, and he curled his lips: "Everyone said it was the fault of the dog's head, but I am still very alert and calm."

"That's right," Hu Ling said with a smile in his voice, but there was no smile in his eyes, "I underestimated you before."

Mo Yexiang didn't want to talk about this topic with him anymore: "Why do you think they are still awake?"

Hu Ling looked over and said in a low voice, "Because both of us are enjoying false happiness."

After a pause, he said again: "Actually, I think it makes sense."

Mo Yexiang: "What makes sense, dead people don't betray?"

Hu Ling: "You seem to disagree."

Mo Yexiang: "I don't know about others, anyway, it's the first time I know that I actually agree." She paused, and said in a low voice: "I can't trust him without reservation, I don't even believe in myself. Do not believe."

"Hey, do you think there is something wrong with me like this? If you don't believe it, other people still have to explain it. People's hearts are in the belly. Who knows what other people are thinking. But I don't even believe it... Haha, I think about it now When I woke up, I was so mentally retarded that I wanted to laugh."

Hu Ling did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment, and said, "Modern society is normal."

Mo Yexiang: "Then what do you think this game wants to do? Make us into irrational lunatics, executioners without bottom line, or psychopaths who are hysterically escaping from reality? What exactly does it want to do."

Hu Ling glanced at her, keenly aware of the subtle changes taking place in her body.It was a slow but irresistible collapse that required someone to pull her back from the brink, but it was clearly not him.

"Don't you think it is forcing us to become stronger in a cruel way."

"Forcing us to face ourselves, either to shatter and go to destruction, or to reshape ourselves stronger."

Mo Yexiang was taken aback, and couldn't help asking: "Then why make us stronger? We are just ordinary people, maybe you are not, but most people are like this, living ordinary and ordinary lives. Why are people like us chosen? Woolen cloth?"

Hu Ling: "Random selection is for the sake of fairness..." He narrowed his eyes, "But random selection of some people from the general population is actually not really fair."

It's more luck.

Such opportunities are good luck to some and bad luck to others.Different people have different opinions.

Mo Yexiang was puzzled: "But why must it be fair?"

Because it urges people to become stronger, strong enough to be qualified to control a certain kind of 'authority', or to assume a certain kind of 'responsibility'...

How can such a game of screening and competition not promote the most basic fairness?

For example, let everyone have the opportunity to participate in the game.

Perhaps when a certain node is reached, this game will really become the participation of all the people.

But thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Hu Ling just said: "Isn't this the basic rule that the game should follow?"

Otherwise, it is not called a game, but only one-sided entertainment.

...perhaps with one-sided entertainment too.

Hu Ling remembered the "audience" that the game did not clearly introduce, and guessed that the game might be a large-scale live broadcast in an unknown place, and each player was an anchor who was forced to sign a contract with a black-hearted company, and used his life as the capital to earn some money. thing.

It can be money, but it's not just money.

At the end of this game, there must be the ultimate prize.

And that may be one of the meanings of this game.

...Why is this game called Lost City?

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I don't know how long it took, but Yu Songyuan finally woke up from the illusion.

His first reaction after waking up was to go to Hu Ling: "Xiao Ling..."

Hu Ling looked at him and found that his eye sockets were a little red. "I'm here." After a pause, "Are you okay?"

Yu Songyuan looked at him fixedly, raised his body, and rubbed his head against the soft cat fur.

"not good."

His tone was flat, but Hu Ling somehow felt that he was acting like a baby.

Play coquettishly on him.

This was a relatively novel experience. Although those people in the past would look at him with hot and affectionate eyes, they actually didn't dare to get too close to him.

...It's like, they're just fanatical believers, maybe just obsessed with that rare and beautiful skin.

Hu Ling didn't understand that there was a word called worrying about gains and losses.

Or maybe he knew it, but never believed it.

I don't believe that someone will love him sincerely, wholeheartedly, and purely.

Except for relatives who have a constant blood relationship.

He didn't believe anything else.

This is not because of inferiority, but perhaps more because when he was young, he saw it too thoroughly.

Or maybe it was the blood from that night, which was too red to be eye-catching...

But Yu Songyuan is different.

He is different.

Because this man has been walking towards him bravely and persistently.

And looking forward to one day, I can reach out to him, hold him, and bring him back to the world.

Hu Ling stretched out his paw, and patted Yu Songyuan's head lightly, "It's okay, it's all fake."

So don't blame yourself and don't be sad.

……I am right beside you.

Yu Songyuan was stunned, his heartbeat lost weight for a moment, and his blood suddenly rose. As soon as his brain became hot, he opened his mouth and licked Hu Ling.

With that big mouth open, before Hu Ling could react, he felt that half of his face was messed up.

Hu Ling: "..."

While pawing at the white hair with his paws, the young man wanted to tidy it up again, while staring at Yu Songyuan quietly.

Yu Songyuan smirked at him with a guilty conscience, and tried to help, but Hu Ling firmly refused.

Yu Songyuan, who hadn't reached the point of carefulness, licked his nose, a little listless.

"Although I really don't want to, but I have to interrupt you." Mo Yexiang, who was watching the whole process, said in a voice: "We still have a teammate who hasn't woken up yet. I'm afraid we won't really be dead if we lie down."

Hu Ling heard that Mao Lishun quickly looked at Sun Meng, "If she is really dead, throw her back to the sixth floor."

Mo Yexiang had a cold face, "Is it so ruthless?"

Hu Ling: "Otherwise, what can you do?"

Mo Yexiang circled Sun Meng twice, eager to try: "Why don't we have a physical awakening."

Hu Ling glanced at 'Zhou Zhengwen' standing by the door, his eyes flickered slightly, and said, "You can try."

Mo Yexiang didn't notice it, and when he agreed, he stretched out a foreleg, wanting to let the plastic sister he just met feel the weight of friendship.

As soon as she moved, before she fully put it on, she saw the black snake moving its head.She made a decisive decision, retracted her forelimbs quickly, and showed a standard golden retriever smile.

Sun Meng: "To be honest, I think you have a problem."

Mo Yexiang: "What's the matter? What's wrong with my little cutie?"

She tilted her head, trying to pass the test.

Sun Meng stared for a moment with the cold and vicious gaze that is exclusive to snakes, and finally picked up what little conscience he had left. "Forget it, I'll take it as if you want to help me, for my own good."

Mo Yexiang nodded, "That's right, I wanted to provide you with free wake-up calls, but it's a pity you didn't give me the chance."

Sun Meng understood: "It may be that the sixth sense in the dark sensed that the crisis was coming, which allowed me to escape smoothly."

Mo Yexiang pretended not to understand, "That's right, that's right, look at that fake, his eyes are scary."

Now that the flames of war had been drawn to the 'outsiders', everyone naturally turned their attention to the past and focused on the business.

'Zhou Zhengwen' saw that the players were awake and looking at him, he pulled the corners of both sides of his mouth into a stiff smile, and then asked: "How does eternity taste, isn't it good?"

Mo Yexiang rolled his eyes: "I don't think so."

Sun Meng: "Same as above."

Hu Ling: "Ditto."

Yu Songyuan: "Same as above."

'Zhou Zhengwen': "..."

Although no one cooperated, he still had to go through the process stubbornly.

'Zhou Zhengwen': "Since you have already enjoyed the beauty, then help that poor girl."

"On Saturday afternoon, she wants to entertain guests from afar with a cup of tea."

"But her face was ruined and she was stabbed eight times in a row."

"Her time is always at [-]:[-] am on Saturday."