Don't slag me, it doesn't work

Qin Ye stood halfway up the stairs, looked up, and just smiled after hearing that sentence.

"Is there no point to owe you, Dolly?"

The name of the cloned sheep in the back is nothing more than a joke to Qin Ye. After all, they are similar to clones, and it is difficult to tell them apart just from their appearance.

Although the things below are infinitely close, there are still differences in the details.

Qin Ye couldn't tell what was different. From the beginning to the end of a person's behavior, if the thinking patterns completely overlapped, the things he did should be very different.

But this replica seems to be different from what he thought.

These differences are so subtle that they are hardly noticeable.

Qin Ye, who was standing at the top, lowered his eyes halfway, and didn't say anything after listening to it, with a slight smile on his face, his eyes were unclear.

The two didn't have any more conversations, and they disbanded on the spot and went about their own business.

After leaving Qin Ye, Qin Ye's heart started clamoring again. Fortunately, he got used to it overnight, and this discomfort didn't seem to be particularly fatal.

Their way of getting along has not changed much, it is still the same as before.

Time flies, and after the fifth day, it will be six or seven or eight in a blink of an eye.

It stands to reason that we have come to the end, this life should be a little more difficult, and the checkpoint is not so easy to pass.

But whatever the game does, it doesn't seem to matter to them.

They were forcibly locked into a dark room together, and they lived together peacefully until dawn.It is easy to solve any crisis.

To Qin Ye, Qin Ye's existence was insignificant, he didn't hate it, and he wouldn't have any other emotions.

Only two things bothered him.

One is the additional five-meter condition. The distance from near to far is like Ling Chi. It is not so easy to die, but it can torture people. The pain is suffocating and suffocating. May crash.

In addition, this so-called replica is always protecting him intentionally or unintentionally. He doesn't know the reason, but this feeling of being forced to owe a debt of favor makes him feel uncomfortable.

In this regard, they are not the same after all.

He was not in the mood to help others so caringly and compassionately. Such meddling behavior, unless there were special circumstances, did not exist at all.

On the tenth day, Xiaozheng went online in good time.

[Brother, you can do it now bro, it’s already the tenth day, we can go out after solving it, Xiaozheng cheers for you. 】

【Okay, got it. 】

Ten days passed quickly, but the contact between them was not too much, and they didn't cultivate much relationship.

At most it is two words: habit.

Originally walking alone, now eating and living together, there is an extra so-called habit.It's actually pretty scary when you think about it.

Qin Ye sat in the room, and the surroundings were quite empty.There is no weapon that can be used to kill.

The so-called condition brought him some other things besides the discomfort. For example, even if he couldn't see it, he could still feel whether the person was approaching or moving away just by sitting in the room.

According to his current feeling, Qin Ye should have gone upstairs.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

Qin Ye looked up and swept there, and said in a low voice:

"Come in."

Qin Ye stood by the door frame, with one shoulder resting on the long and narrow vertical door, looking a little careless.

He was juggling a knife in his hand.

The two looked at each other, trying to find something out of each other's eyes.

The room was a little quiet, with a tense atmosphere, and no one knew what would happen in the next second.

Maybe Qin Ye would rush forward and stab the real version of himself.

Just like Qin Ye's goal: to kill the opponent.

That being the case, there is nothing to show mercy.

"It's the tenth day." Qin Ye said.

Qin Ye said indifferently, "If you still have a knife, give me one." After he finished speaking, he glanced outside the door, "Go outside, don't stay here."

After all, the place is small and cannot be stretched.

They are not villains, and if they want to fight, they should fight in an aboveboard manner. Qin Ye didn't think it was strange to raise this question or suggestion.

The other party glanced at him, but made no sound.He just stretched out his hand, and a silver blade lay in his palm.

The air sank a little.

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows.

"What's the meaning."

"Give it to you."

After Qin Ye handed the things out, he had no intention of taking them back, and he didn't plan to look for other weapons.

He stood there indifferently, with a deep voice, unable to hear the emotional ups and downs inside, he said three words: "Do it."

Qin Ye frowned, suddenly unable to react.

He stared at the same face as himself indifferently, remained silent for a moment, did not move, just watched the changes.

Qin Ye stood in front of him, like a thick fog that couldn't be cleared away. Even if the same person was divided into two sides, it was difficult to see through each other.

The air was still stagnant, Qin Ye saw that he was not moving, his eyelashes were half down, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"Don't forget it."

After he finished speaking, he went straight to his hands, with a gust of wind in his whole body, and the sharp point pointed at Qin Ye.

Qin Ye frowned, trying to find some clues from the other party, sideways dodged a murderous move, and his state recovered a bit.

The instant he reacted quickly, the short silver knife came down again shining brightly. Qin Ye was not prepared to give him any time to breathe, everything happened in just a few seconds.

Qin Ye has experienced many battles, and this kind of force link is relatively more comfortable than the love scene.

He observed for a few rounds, but he didn't find any flaws in the other self. Qin Ye moved with killing intent, and his eyes were cold and cold.

Qin Ye is not a person who is willing to be a fisherman under the knife. Even though he is empty-handed and doesn't even have a self-defense device, he still goes head-on, using moves that he has never used before. Two people with the same skills fight endlessly, so it is better to find another way.

It is very difficult to think calmly under such circumstances. He found the best point of focus and avoidance in an instant. With the pain falling, he drew the knife with the other hand.

The sharp blade changed hands, and a flower was pulled out and pinched in Qin Ye's palm.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and Qin Ye took advantage of the victory to rise up. A few minutes later, the knife edge landed on Qin Ye's neck, and the tip of the knife almost touched the skin.

As the two stumbled and fought, one was pushed to the ground by the other.

There is a break in the middle, a temporary break, and the game will come to an end.

Their wheezing from strenuous exercise was still there, and their chests heaved.

Qin Ye was lying on the cold ground, his face was calm, facing the situation of dying with a kind of detached calm, he was indifferent before life and death, he was really like Qin Ye imagined.

Qin Ye on the seat stretched out his hand to hold him down, the word Chuan raised between his brows hadn't gone down yet.

I always feel something is not right.

Qin Ye smiled suddenly: "Let's do it, it's all won."

His voice was a little panting, the copied idleness fell between his brows, and the fierceness in his bones was restored just right.

Qin Ye knew that the other party didn't intend to let him go, but there was something weird about the details.

"You are a little bit different from me." Qin Ye paused briefly, "If it were me, I wouldn't wait to die here."

His brows and eyes were frosty.

"You deliberately?"