Overturned Tower

Among the howling snow-capped mountains, countless dark green eyes loomed under the cover of heavy snow.

It is different from the moment the shadow of wrath appeared, attacking them immediately with the posture of a beast.

The shadow of contemplation has another behavioral logic.

That's not being able to think, what are they—

If you think it's a pack of wolves, they really will be wolves; if you think it's a pack of bandits, they will really be bandits.

That is the human fear of "contemplation"... that is, "difficulties of one's own imagination".

The more uncertain human beings are about what crisis they will encounter, and the more they exaggerate their difficulties, the more difficult it will be for them to act. In the end, you may have been defeated by the predicament you imagined before you even took any action. Before you did anything, you were already dejected, lost your momentum, and even suffered a spiritual blow from nothingness.

The so-called mature readers can already give themselves a knife to feed themselves, mature players can already borrow **** to eat, and directly predict that they may be deflated in future versions... This is also a shadow of meditation.

This kind of negative emotion brewing in the subconscious of the group forms these indescribable things in the dream world.

Its essence is actually the fear of the "future". Contemplation is only a means of getting in touch with this future.

"But why is there a shadow of the way of contemplation on the way of temperance?"

The barber asked softly, lest he disturb those shadows.

Without turning his head back, his deep voice could be faintly heard behind him even in the snowstorm: "This is the characteristic of the way of temperance.

"'Restraining' one's own desires, this emotion itself should not have a shadow. Because when the restraint fails, it is just the originally suppressed emotion leaking out; or because of one's own incompetence. Sad. But that has nothing to do with temperance.

"In other words, human beings' fear of 'restraint' mainly focuses on the emotions of 'losing the chain at critical moments' and 'I'm obviously already bearish'..."

"So, the shadow of temperance is a copy of the shadow of other roads?"

The barber asked curiously.

Hanging turned his back to the barber, and nodded slowly: "The way of temperance is the most painful way. As long as you follow its rules, you can stay for a long time without easily triggering the shadow..."

— So, why did you trigger the shadows?

The corner of the barber's mouth raised slightly.

He didn't ask this question directly, because the answer was already obvious.

Even his power of restraint, the blizzard outside and the bitter cold under his feet could not restrain his "crazy thoughts".

Even the strangulation should have been aware of it, and the barber got his own answer from this sentence.

He did not escape.

Instead, after a brief silence, ignoring the dark green shadows that were already approaching him, he said directly to the barber without looking back:

"You have to take it as a warning."

"what?"

"I."

Hang Hang sneered: "Look at my ugly appearance, blinded by the desire for power. You don't think...I can't see it, do you?"

"I really didn't expect that you would dare to say it."

The corner of the barber's mouth showed a faint smile: "I have already planned to pretend that I didn't see it."

"That can't be done."

A low, hoarse and dull voice sounded.

His white mane flew with the blizzard, but his body stood in front of the barber, covering most of the blizzard for him: "Don't forget what you promised me.

"If one day, I make you feel strange... just kill me."

"You are actually serious..."

The barber was dumbfounded.

Hang Hang let out a sigh: "I never joke."

"Then let's talk about it."

The barber said quietly: "In the dream world, no one can deceive the world.

"Let's talk about it here... What do you think?"

Hearing this, Hang Sha looked back at him with some surprise.

The white lion praised: "You look a little better now.

"Before you, you were as elegant as a caged bird."

"I'm just a bird," corrected the barber, "and the species is the blue robin."

"yes?"

The white lion grinned, "I think you look like a hungry tiger now.

"Only a large predator like our feline cousin has such a light footstep and an aggressive demeanor.

"Just the fact that you were following me gave me chills down my spine. My instincts kept warning me of your danger, as if someone had put a gun to my back and forced me to move forward."

Russell commented in the barber's mind.

Desert cats are also indeed small predators.

It's just that when strangled thinks of "threat", he subconsciously excludes small and medium-sized cat breeds—maybe this is also a kind of spiritual relative discrimination?

It can make him clearly feel the threat of predators, but it is not of the same kind... Maybe it is only the tiger that is also the top of the cat family.

"It seems that the experience of assassinating the director of the elf has made you mature."

Hang Sha smiled lowly: "The bookish look on my body has not faded away.

Dear, this chapter is not finished, there is another page ^0^ less. "

The laughter of the white lion is a real lion's roar.

It's like a subwoofer played by a huge speaker in a street event, which can easily shake the heart.

"So, what do you think?"

"Let's go one more area, and we'll arrive at the 'Fire of Pain'."

Hang Hang still didn't answer the barber's words, and changed the subject again illogically.

"Remember, the answer to the door is 'become stronger'. If you answer wrong, you will be sent to the Crazy Mountains, and you will have to make a detour to get there.

"Our mentor is inside. He looks normal, but he's also a madman."

"You look like a lunatic too."

"I'm crazy."

Hang Kill said without hesitation: "I may have already gone crazy. I will eventually become even crazier in the future.

"It's your responsibility here too, barber. You showed me things I shouldn't have seen."

"what?"

"-future."

Although the barber did not see the strangled face.

But he seemed to be able to see the ferocious face of Hang Kill directly from these words.

"Scum like us are not worthy of a future. Let alone a bright future, even living to old age and dying is a luxury.

"But don't let me see it... don't let me see the slightest hope.

"We are all sinners sunk in the swamp. Selfish villains, irrational lunatics. Do you think you can rescue us one by one to the shore with a rope in your hand?

"Don't be so naive! That's a delusion that only people from the civilized world can see.

"The moment you see the rope in your hand, the endless fight will begin...

"Because everyone knows it. There is only one person who can go up through this rope~www.wuxiahere.com~ The voice of strangulation is low, and his clenched fist is strong.

"Only one."

He repeated: "Because he was destined to be king when he first landed.

"He will take the rope from that man's hand, and dominate the remaining lives of the remaining dregs sunk in the mud."

When he said this, he turned his head for the first time and stared at Russell.

I saw orange-red flames dancing in his pupils.

It is no longer the abnormal blood red poisonous fire.

It is the most common and common flame like firewood being ignited.

"You're the one holding the rope."

The white lion let out a low growl: "But I want to be that king."

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^