Chapter 212: Punish copy (1/2)
Zong Jiu felt his head hurt.
It's not the ordinary pain, but the kind of splitting headache. It's like a hangover, or it's like drinking fake wine, and it hurts to a little nausea.
Immediately afterwards, countless broken and mottled memories began to return.
Just a few hours ago, he stubbornly identified himself as an ancient god, opened his arms to the sky and said that I am the king of the world, contemptuously said to the leader of the sect that you are an ant, and used a majestic and familiar tone to one. The heretic **** called him affectionately, and he didn't even notice it when he died, stubbornly thinking that he would return to the sealed body.
Zong Jiu: ”...”
For a moment, he really wanted to buy the station ticket overnight and escape the planet with the train.
After being silent for three seconds, he comforted himself again in his heart.
The leader of the sect is dead, and Shabu Nicholas estimates that he will never see it in this life. As for the devil... he arrived late and can be ignored.
Very good, let this memory turn into nothing, let it go with the wind!
No one knows that the magician once suffered from hypocrisy in the Super S Grade dungeon, nor does he know this dark history that cannot be directly looked at!
In the midst of dizziness and pain and memories returning to the cage, Zong Jiu heard an anxious and impatient voice in his ear.
”When are you going to sleep? The leading actors are already there, do you want to run away with this double-in-the-box?”
The tone of the voice was quite bad, with obvious anger in it.
Zong Jiu felt baffled for a while.
He struggled and opened his eyes.
Strangely, his eyes were gray and black.
It's not the kind of blind night, but the darkness with sunglasses.
Through the polarized light refracted by the sunglasses, he can clearly see what he is now in the reflection of the side car door.
The ragged yellow robe he was wearing had long since disappeared, and he was replaced with an ordinary T-shirt and jeans. Not only did he wear a huge sunglasses with a frame large enough to cover most of his face, he even wore a pure black mask, which looked mysterious and exceptionally fanciful.
What is this scenario?
Zong Jiu ignored the man who yelled in front of him, and instead tried to contact the main system in the sea of knowledge.
Sure enough, a wave of contact was like a stone sinking into the sea.
Logically speaking, if he survived, either the sub-system sit-ups connected to the main system to transfer space for him, or the no.1 pair of Gang Cthulhu brought him back to the trainee dormitory.
But now neither situation is accounted for, which is very strange.
When Zong Jiuyi tried, the anger of the people he had ignored for a long time finally broke out.
”Did your tm listen to Lao Tzu's speech?”
In the next second, the hand that tried to reach out to pat the young man's sunglasses was suddenly grabbed, and gently folded back.
”Oh ah ah ah ah -”
The latter uttered a cry like a pig, and the tears secreted subconsciously suddenly crisscrossed his fat face.
In front of him, the white-haired young man got up slightly from the parking space, his sunglasses slanted down, revealing the sharp light pink pupils inside.
He obviously didn't do anything, just a simple action can make people feel the formidable killing intent.
Zong Jiu said nonchalantly: ”You can't speak well, do you have to do it?”
”Let go!”
Zong Jiu remained unmoved, maintaining this posture of bending the opponent's wrist.
Even if his strengthening abilities were lifted, it was more than enough to clean up a dead fat mansion.
Because of the action just now, the pair of sunglasses on his face also slipped to the end of the tall nose, exposing most of his face.
The temperature outside the car was very high, it was a scorching summer.
Zong Jiu murmured that someone had put a strict mask on himself on a hot day, and he reached out his hand to take the mask off, and looked at the environment outside the car.
In the distance is a majestic castle, the whole body is dark gray, surrounded by spires, and there is still a faded dark blue on the top. The style seems to belong to the same style as the famous Neuschwanstein castle in Germany, both in the classical revival period. The most common kind.
The castle is surrounded by mountains and the trees are tall and straight, covering the sky, only a few spots of light can be revealed from the forest.
One can imagine how dark it will be at night, and the moonlight can't shine through it.
Right in front of the castle, a lot of staff wearing vests are walking around.
Some of his people bowed their heads and tied Steadicam on their bodies. The black slide rails were laid on the ground. On the side there was a hydraulic gimbal that hadn't put the camera on the side. The field note was rolled up with white paper in his hand and directed everywhere. A little farther away, there are people who are adjusting the height of the pointing microphone. The direction and effect of the light curtain look very professional.
Zong Jiu looked back, good fellow, the car that he came out just now turned out to be a small nanny car.
He is basically certain now that he has entered a set by mistake.
It's strange that he can't connect to the main system. Is this the real world before he wears the book?
But this doesn't make sense, because not only the outfit on the body, but also the clothes he wears, are different from those of Zong Jiu before the book.
While Zong Jiu was thinking, suddenly the people in front of him changed again.
This fat boy doesn't move anymore.
He stood there, as if ignoring the pain in his wrist, staring blankly at the face of the white-haired young man after he took off the mask. The fat face was full of surprise and obsession.
”?”
Zong Jiu, who originally wanted to give him a bit of trouble, was so cold that he quickly let go of his hand.
Even so, the other party's sight did not converge, instead he was more naked/naked, staring straight at him.
As he watched, the fat boy hesitated and opened his mouth: ”You, you...”