he came from the mirror

Fang Ziming simply ignored him, walked up to the mirror, stretched out a hand, and slowly and tentatively put it on it.

The mirror gradually rippled from the palm of his hand, expanding bigger and bigger circle by circle.

"There is a reaction." Fang Ziming turned his head and glanced at Tang Yu, and said to himself: "No, it may also be influenced by him. This mirror has a feeling for me."

If so, try another person.

He said to the man who was still standing by the bed: "Tang Yu, what are you doing? Don't be dazed, come here quickly."

"Oh." Tang Yu took out a pack of cigarettes from under the pillow, and then walked slowly to Fang Ziming's side: "What do you see?"

"Lend me your hand." Fang Ziming grabbed his left wrist, dragged him to the mirror, and patted Tang Yu's hand on the cold mirror.

As a result, the ripples appeared again and again.

"Oh." Tang Yu looked at his palm: "I seem to feel a suction force from the other side of the mirror..."

Before he finished speaking, the left hand with well-defined bones submerged into the circle of ripples without any warning.

Fang Ziming was startled: "Tang Yu?!"

The man opened his mouth, but before he could respond in time, he was already being dragged by that force, and fell into the shimmering full-length mirror.

Fang Ziming rushed over with quick eyes and hands, but he could barely hold a corner of his clothes. Suddenly, the mirror surface shone brightly, and a certain familiar feeling came to his heart. The young man subconsciously pressed his left chest, and took a light breath.

That's right.

The previous attempts made it clear to him that a common medium (i.e. mirror) would exclude everyone except Fang Ziming, and that even he himself would not be able to move between the two worlds if all the given conditions were not met. Free to walk through.

But now, Tang Yu has been actively absorbed by the media before expressing his intentions, and the whole process has not been hindered. Presumably there is indeed a gap in space that is ignored by the rules of the world.

Then... the shadow ghost who disappeared in the room before probably fell into the other side of the space gap from here.

Fang Ziming figured out the key point in the blink of an eye, and he simply followed the suction, one after the other into the rippling mirror with Tang Yu, and crashed headlong into the gap between the cloud and treacherous space among.

That feeling was different from when he fell into the bathroom of Tang Yu's home.

If I really want to describe it, it is somewhat similar to the dreamlike experience when Fang Ziming was hit by a meteorite and fell into a strange time and space on Baoyun Mountain.

He fell slowly in layer after layer of space mirrors, and every time he broke through a layer of mirror images, the scenery around him would change accordingly.

Sometimes it is a majestic and vast mountain land, and sometimes it is a dangerous abyss under the sea.

Countless spaces are entangled and intertwined, like a kaleidoscope that is constantly changing every second. He is lost in thousands of worlds, the sky, desert, volcano, ice field, blue hole, and rift valley. Surviving under the siege of guns and bayonets, in a blink of an eye, he turned into an insignificant cosmic dust, floating and wandering in the vast galaxy.

Fang Ziming shuttled between different worlds. After several transitions, he gradually noticed an ice-blue light that was always following him.

It was a little star.It is only the size of a fist. Every time Fang Ziming breaks through the barrier and falls into a new world, the icy blue stars will draw an arc and hang firmly in front of his left chest.

Kind of like an elf in a fairy tale.Fang Ziming poked it carefully with his finger, thinking unconsciously.

"Little demon, is that you?" He covered his chest with one hand, touched the outline of the double-sided mirror through his clothes, and whispered, "This light is your body, right? The mirror is just a mirror." The carrier is not your true face."

The star flickered slightly, and suddenly hit his shoulder several times with all its strength, then flew up and down randomly for a while, and then touched Fang Ziming's finger again, gently rubbing against it.

"You still get angry." Fang Ziming smiled slightly: "It really is you."

The scene shifts again.

The young man lightly landed on the blue-gray floor tiles. He walked through the baroque palace carved with complicated patterns, and was caught in the pocket of a dressing mirror studded with gemstones, and was re-involved in the torrent of time and space.

After all, this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation. Fang Ziming quickly adjusted his state when he fell.This time, he was even able to spare some of his energy to observe the surrounding scene, while silently thinking about what this place was, how long he might have to fall downward, and how to escape from the uninterrupted mirror space.

"Now it seems that the time I experienced before was not a dream." The young man reached out to hold a piece of cosmic dust that passed by him, and threw it out a few seconds later, thinking: "I I can touch the matter in the world, so this place should not be something illusory like an illusion. Could it be a parallel space in different dimensions? Or, these places are all part of the mirror world, and I have been just in the mirror world from the beginning to the end. Teleportation 'travel' to different locations in the same world?"

He asked the star that fell with him: "Do you know where this is?"

The icy blue halo then began to fall while circling.

Fang Ziming: "???"

The stars began to spin around more vigorously.

"Oh... I think... trying to figure out the meaning of your flight trajectory is probably the same as trying to figure out the rules of the world in the mirror world, which is a hell-level difficulty." He muttered in a low voice: "Forget it, just pretend that I didn't ask You asked such stupid questions."

But after 10 minutes passed, Fang Ziming couldn't take it any longer: "When will this be the size? I don't know, I have to keep the shape of the head and feet, it's easy to have a cerebral hemorrhage."

"Dear," he said to Xingchen who was still swooping in circles, "Do you know how to get out of this state? I'm going to find Tang Yu."

The light flickered twice, then crashed into his chest.

Fang Ziming: "Huh?!"

Something in his chest was faintly emitting heat, Fang Ziming seemed to sense it, he stretched out his hand, and carefully hooked out the makeup mirror worn around his neck.

The small mirror vibrated slightly, turning half a circle in his palm, and the metal mirror cover automatically and spontaneously bounced to the outside quickly.

Seeing that Fang Ziming was just staring at it curiously without making any further moves, the makeup mirror closed the mirror cover with a bang, and then repeated the old trick, repeating the previous series of actions again.

Fang Ziming looked at it: "You want me to use you?"

The makeup mirror opens and closes slightly up and down.

Fang Ziming coughed twice: "Then...the real eye of the evil king, activated?"

The two lenses showed the picture at the same time. The upper half really reflected Tang Yu's shadow, and the lower half was still the desert.

Fang Ziming flicked one of the lenses, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Yao, take me to him."

The vanity mirror closed the lid abruptly, pinching his fingers in the middle, expressing his abhorrence of the name with practical actions (Fang Ziming: From this point of view, his personality is much gentler when he is out of the carrier).

But it didn't strike me as such.

Fang Ziming felt that his eyes were dazzled, and the sun, moon and stars around him were all shattered. He fell straight into a very familiar oval floor-to-ceiling mirror. In the blink of an eye, the young body appeared out of thin air in a single apartment.

At the same time, the tall man standing in the room seemed to feel something, and looked up at the ceiling.

Unknowingly, he took two steps forward to the right, then opened his hand, and caught the falling blue-eyed youth.

Fang Ziming was in a daze, but Tang Yu laughed first, and said, "Tell me, is this situation between us called 'Sister Lin fell from the sky'?"

"I'm your sister Lin." Fang Ziming held his head and groaned. His face was extremely pale, and he seemed to be a little nauseous.

So he hasn't noticed yet that Tang Yu is holding him firmly in his chest in the posture of a princess hugging him.

Fang Ziming was dizzy for a long time, and finally asked, "Where is this?"

Tang Yu looked around, and walked to the only single bed in the room. While gently placing the young man in the soft quilt, he said, "It's still the apartment I rented. Listen."

He pointed to the glass window not far away, and Fang Ziming understood immediately, and the two of them stopped talking and listened quietly for a while.

After a while, Fang Ziming sat up from the bed: "It's the real world, we're back."

This is really good and bad news.

Thinking of the experience before returning to reality, Fang Ziming had some thoughts in his heart. He grabbed Tang Yu's hand and asked quickly, "After you entered the mirror, have you ever fallen into other weird worlds?"

"...No, I walked through that mirror and stood directly in this bedroom." Tang Yu gave him a strange look: "Did you go somewhere else?"

Fang Ziming paused, wondering if he should tell the truth to his companion.

Tang Yu was very smart, so he didn't ask any further questions when he saw this, but instead said, "When I came out, I didn't see any shadow ghosts in the room. But there were many things in the room that fell to the ground. The door and windows are also open, whether the instigator is a shadow ghost or a thief, I have to wait for a closer look before I can find out."

With that said, he stood up straight: "I'll go to the living room first, and you can take a good rest on the bed, and it's best to sleep for a while."

"Wait a minute." Fang Ziming held him down and said seriously, "I just... did fall into a strange space."

Without waiting for Tang Yu to leave, he dragged someone to tell the story of his previous experience.

"There's nothing you can't say about it." Fang Ziming pursed his lips and said, "I just don't know how to describe it to you. When I first experienced it, I thought it was just an unrealistic nightmare. Never thought I would come back a second time.”

Tang Yu listened quietly for a long time, and when he finally stopped, he raised his hand and rubbed the young man's head vigorously.

Fang Ziming: "...Hello!"