he came from the mirror

The wound that was originally "arched" by the crystal is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. During the short period of time that Fang Ziming observed, the huge wound on Tang Yu's hand has grown a thin layer of new skin. It is still uneven, and the muscles and bones under the skin can be vaguely seen.

Fang Ziming shivered inexplicably, and quickly put down that hand, not daring to look any further.

"Did I also go through such a procedure when I was hit?" He lowered his head and held his chest, only thinking about the scene, and immediately he was dying: "There is a hole in the chest or something... Also, don't I thought about it..."

However, it is basically certain that the guy lying in front of him is probably merging with the Fanny Stone.I just don't know if there will be a failure rate in the fusion of the two. If it succeeds, it is evolution, so what happens if it fails.Direct death?

Fang Ziming pondered in his heart, he himself knew little about this matter, at this time there was no other Fanny Stone to arouse his evil thoughts, and his mind was still clear, so he put out the idea of ​​snatching the crystal long ago.Now that the guy on the ground has already been recruited, why not stay here while he is in a coma, so as to observe how the Penny Stone fuses with humans.

Now that he had made up his mind, Fang Ziming simply half-supported and half-hugged the man on the ground, took some effort to raise his right arm, and carried the man to the bed bit by bit.

"Damn, you bastard, what on earth do you eat to grow so strong." He gritted his molars, and took the time to slap the man's firm buttocks, while moving forward with all his strength: "Look at the outside There is no fat at all, how can I carry it like a dead pig, dead heavy."

That is to say, the other party was not awake, so Fang Ziming dared to touch the tiger's butt so blatantly.

It was only a few steps from the door of the bedroom to the single bed by the window. He struggled for five or six minutes, and finally got his whole beard onto the bed.

Worried that the other party would be mentally handicapped, Fang Ziming found a towel in the room, soaked it and put it on his forehead.After doing all this, the young man had time to catch his breath. He squatted beside the bed like a dead dog, thinking that this was no good. Why didn't he realize that his physical fitness was so good before? It seems that the gym plan must be arranged as soon as possible.

"However, the handsome guy's muscles are really nice to touch." He smacked his lips, rubbing his three fingers back and forth, as if reminiscing about the feeling just now.

After finishing speaking, he touched his lower abdomen again, feeling lost: "There is no harm if there is no comparison... No, I will lift weights in the afternoon... Well, forget it, let's start with running..."

After talking nonsense like this, he stood up again, while moving his stiff muscles, he paced slowly in the messy bedroom, and finally stopped somewhere near the door.

The dagger that the man used to threaten him before was still standing straight on the ground at this time, because one-third of the blade was deeply sunk below the floor tiles, which made it look like a small tree stump, which could be Said to be very stable.

"This...floor tiles can produce this kind of effect, is this guy really an ordinary person? The cliff can't."

There were sporadic blood stains on the floor next to the dagger. Fang Ziming slapped his forehead. He was deeply affected by the Fanny Stone before. It was only now that he suddenly remembered that when the two had physical contact before, his earlobe seemed to be affected by this. Cut the knife.

The young man then touched his left ear, and the wound on the soft flesh had formed a scab of blood. Although it was not bleeding, it still hurt when he touched it. Fang Ziming couldn't help it. After swearing, Tang Yu was hung up again in his heart to give him a good gasp.

However, scolding is irrelevant, the murder weapon on the ground still has to be recovered.

Fang Ziming squatted down beside the dagger, grabbed the handle of the knife and tentatively pulled it out, but the dagger remained motionless.

At this moment, it can be clearly seen that this tactical knife was nailed extremely firmly by his master, which shows how much force the knife holder used to insert such a sharp blade near his neck.

"...What a lunatic." He touched his neck subconsciously, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and said in a trance: "If he pierced it a little bit just now, wouldn't I be cold now?"

Damn, he has lived for 24 years, and he has never met such a ruthless character who would directly stab his neck in a fight.

Fang Ziming stared at the dagger, only feeling that the more he looked at it, the angrier he became.After watching for a while, the young man let go of the handle of the knife, turned around and walked to the bed, and punched the man hard in the face.

The man's handsome face was tilted to the inside, his eyebrows were still tightly frowned, ignorant of the interference from the outside world.

After condescendingly admiring the man's panda eyes, Fang Ziming suddenly felt very refreshed, and said contentedly: "Let you stab me with a knife. It's okay if you come and don't go. I just punched you, and it's fine for the two of us." It's clear."

After sneaking back to the place, the young man turned back and took a few minutes to pull out the dagger.At the foot of the bed, he picked up the cowhide scabbard thrown by the man on the ground. After putting the scabbard away, Fang Ziming stuffed the murder weapon into his pocket with a natural expression.

Nonsense, of course I have to keep this thing by myself, is it possible to return it to that bastard, waiting for him to poke my neck again?Of course not.

After putting away the knife, Fang Ziming felt relieved and finally remembered to deal with the wound on his ear.

Combining his own situation, Fang Ziming estimated that it would take at least a few days for the Fusion Stone to fuse. The other party is now sleeping like a dead dog. He can just take this opportunity to study the connection between Room [-] and the Mirror Realm. Whether it is an object or a person.

"This feeling is really strange." He said to himself: "When he opens his eyes again, maybe we are the same kind, maybe he can also enter the world of mirrors?"

The world over there was eerily silent, and the longer he stayed, the worse his mental state would be.

Fang Ziming really, really needs a partner with whom he can communicate.

Taking a step back, even if you can't be a partner, it doesn't matter if the relationship is bad, as long as the other party is a living person, and you can talk to him from time to time, bicker, even if two people meet and just cross their hips and curse, that's acceptable of.

The young man sighed: "Thinking about it this way, I think that guy is actually pretty good."

The blood stains on the ears were quickly cleaned up. Given that most mirrors, whether in the mirror world or the real world, cannot project his mirror image, Fang Ziming could only touch the wound lightly with his hands, and outline the wound with his fingertips. its approximate length.

Soon, the young man made a new discovery—I don’t know if it was an illusion. He touched the wound about four or five millimeters long on his earlobe, and he always felt that the distance between the two ends of the gap seemed to be shorter than when he touched it in the bedroom before. Much shorter.

"No way." He stared, and simply took out his silver folding mirror (at this time it is a normal one, one of the few mirrors that can project Fang Ziming's image), lifted the mirror cover and faced his own He took a photo of his ears: "Could it be that the wound has begun to heal? This speed is too fast." Thinking of the man who had just been pierced through the back of his hand with crystals but healed instantly, Fang Ziming was startled: "I'll be good, can it be Is this the Penny Stone that belongs to me and is healing my wound?"

However, he really didn't pay attention to the length of the hole before. Fang Ziming looked at himself in the mirror, and finally felt that the mystery was too heavy to be true. He simply came out of the bathroom, went back to the bedside of the bedroom and drew a knife on the finger of an unconscious person. Come lightly.

After all, it was just an experiment, and he didn't dare to scratch too deeply, but just let the wound slightly bleed.

Five minutes later, the fresh, two-centimeter-long wound slowly healed under Fang Ziming's eyelids.

Fang Ziming was silent for a long time.

"It's really evolved." He pursed his lips tightly and took a few deep breaths. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the eager emotion in his heart was fear or excitement.

He casually wiped away the blood on the man's finger, and seeing the redness on his fingertips, his brain twitched for some reason, and he suddenly put his thumb against his lips, and rolled the blood into his mouth with his tongue.

At the end, he smacked his lips: "Tsk, it doesn't seem to have any strange smell." Disappointed.

Fortunately, Tang Yu was still lying on the bed unconscious like a dead pig, otherwise, seeing this scene, he would have pointed at Fang Ziming and shouted, "Aha, you really are a perverted idiot, a little rascal."

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In the next few days, Fang Ziming lived in apartment [-] in the real world.

This apartment has only one bedroom, and the single bed can't fit two old men. Although Fang Ziming didn't like Tang Yu very much, he still chose to nest on the fabric sofa in the living room out of care for the patients. ——Of course, for an adult male with a height of more than 1.8 meters, that sofa is really very unfriendly.

After settling down safely in [-], Fang Ziming first confirmed his location.

Huaguo, Province G, Shenshui City.A fourth- and fifth-tier city with a relatively slow pace of life, and a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles from Wuyi and Yangping.

Fang Ziming took the time to look through this guy's suitcase. The ID card in the middle of the wallet contained some personal information. Thanks to this ID card, he finally learned that the man's name was "Tang Yu", from Wuyi, W Province, [-] years old this year. age.

I heard him talking on the phone with his friends before, and he probably didn't come to Shenshui City because of work needs. Fang Ziming could only guess that Tang Yu came here to do some private business—anyway, it's impossible to simply avoid the "perverted voyeur" .

The author has something to say: it’s a transitional chapter_(:з」∠)_

The prototype of the dagger refers to the Kabbah 1218-USMC Marine Corps blade-half-tooth straight knife, mainly because I think it is quite handsome (*/ω＼*)

Also, when Xiao Shou's weapon is not activated, it looks like an ordinary cosmetic mirror.It requires voice activation (shame).

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Fang Ziming: "When I merged with the fragments, I had a dream."

Tang Yu: "What a coincidence, me too."

Fang Ziming: "This dream is particularly shocking and suffocating."

Tang Yu: "What a coincidence, me too."

Fang Ziming: "Did you also dream that the sky collapsed?"

Tang Yu: "No, I dreamed that someone touched my abs and butt."

Fang Ziming: "..."

Tang Yu: "Oh, little pervert."