It seemed as if I heard the ticks of water drops, which sounded very slowly and rhythmically—

Tick, Tick...

In the darkness, Qingkong slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing in a space with all directions and darkness in the sky and the ground, reaching out to see five fingers, and raising his feet to see the ground.

"Is anyone?" She called out softly, but only heard endless echoes gradually moving away from the darkness, mixed with the ticks.

Helplessly, she had to walk in the boundless darkness, with instinctive fear...

Fortunately, as her footsteps moved, the sound of water droplets seemed to be getting closer and closer. A blue light seemed to appear on the ground in the distance. She immediately accelerated her pace and left straight. Finally, she saw a shallow spring lying on the ground, and water droplets seemed to fall down in the center, making a sound of water falling lingering in the darkness.

The only spring water is the only clue. The clear sky unconsciously walked forward and looked down. From the reflection of the ripples of the spring water, she saw a familiar back at a glance-

It was a young man with brown hair and cat ears, with clear blue eyes, and the one he saw when he was trapped in Nana's memory, who rescued himself from the dragon fire. She remembered that at that time, he called himself Xumo...

[Is this the role image of Xu Mo in the Brave Continent?] Qingkong felt a little uncertain in his heart, but he still regarded him as Xu Mo for the time being.

Xumo in the image is wearing a blue and yellow lining, covered with well-made bronze armor, and carrying the unique fish-shaped sword on his back. He walks in a strange space neatly covered with mirrors on all sides. The mirrors on all sides reflect countless illusions of silentness, moving with the movement of the subject.

Qingkong could imagine walking in such an environment, as if she was in the dark as she was helpless? She couldn't help but want to call Xu Mo's name, but at this moment, the cat-eared boy walking in the Phantom of the Mirror stopped in front of a mirror.

He looked at the mirror, the exact same person, and asked, "Is this the entrance to the spiral of time?"

Mirror asked the same sentence pattern as his mouth, but after the speech was finished, he showed a different smile. Xumo in the mirror slowly raised his right arm and magically extended his arm out of the mirror world: "Come on." Mirror said, "I'll give you an hour. You probably have already figured out where you are going?"

Xu Mo nodded and reached out without hesitation...

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"Xumo!" Qingkong screamed unconsciously and woke up from the bed.

The wooden beams immediately appeared in the sight, but the sound of rain outside had disappeared, and the morning light of summer projected through the glass of the window onto the wooden floor of the room.

[It's a new day, start a new challenge.]

Qingkong sat up, moved his shoulders slightly, and then walked to the window habitually - this was the habit she developed when she prayed for the village. Every morning, she observed the world through the window frames, just like in the world of real technology, using this method to remind her where her origin is...

The sunlight outlines all things in bright colors as usual. There are a few long-leaved trees planted outside the hotel courtyard. The ends of the trees are very high, the branches cross the wall, and swaying with the breeze. There are a few poultry in the hotel courtyard. They are leisurely pecking at the early stage. Seeing this scene, I can't imagine the massacre that happened last night on the rainy night, nor can I imagine that this is a dangerous place.

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I walked out of the door and down the stairs, and the dining area was still empty and there was no one there. This scene made Qingkong feel tight.

"Boss, why are there still no one this morning?" When Qingkong walked to the front hall, he found the hotel owner standing behind the counter and asked.

"You slept early yesterday, right?" the boss replied, "Everyone wakes up after four hours of sleep when they enter rest and sleep. They call for the middle of the night last night, and the boarders come back late, and they will wake up one after another in a while."

After hearing the boss's words, Qingkong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He ordered a few breads and a bowl of vegetarian soup, chose a corner by the window to sit down, and started to have breakfast bite after bite.

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I really can't hold on if I had a high fever of 40 degrees for two consecutive days.

I will update the manuscript twice on the weekend to show compensation. Please forgive me.

In addition, I would like to attach a passage from the preface of Teacher Jin Yong as my voice: [Of course, readers can feel that the expression method is poor, the skills are not mature enough, and the description is not profound. From an aesthetic point of view, it is a low-level work of art. In any case, I don’t want to write anything. I hope readers will only say they like or dislike, only say they are moved or bored.]
Chapter completed!