Magic Tower Starry Sky

In this inexplicable world, there is a third voice. Lin turned his head and saw that he was wearing a junior high school uniform, with a crew cut, and wearing glasses.

As a newcomer, he really wanted to maintain a rational image. It's a pity that the injury just now hasn't passed, so the secondary avatar can only support the eye frame with one hand, and support the second child with the other, saying: "Don't do this kind of thing again. Otherwise, I will turn my face and everyone will not nice."

Looking at this new self, Lin felt mixed feelings. Can't help but say: "Is there no ordinary person in my subconscious?"

"Whose subconscious mind will be an ordinary person?" the second incarnation asked rhetorically.

"Well, I really don't know." That's right, Lin didn't know. He doesn't even know whether the two selves in front of him are just a part of the dream, or the id and superego as Freud said.

The second incarnation seemed to know what he was thinking, stood up straight, pretended to be an adult, and said, "Because you think we exist, we exist. If you think we don't exist, then we don't exist either."

"Then what exactly are you?"

The incarnation of the fat house smiled and said: "Hey, didn't you say it. What do you think we are, we are what we are. The ghost knows what we are, and we can only ask yourself, what are we."

"Is it fun to confuse yourself?" said the second incarnation.

"I'm happy, you can control it." Starting with this, Fat Zhailin and Zhong Erlin started a series of complaints and retorts. There is no repetition in the pattern, and it hits the nail on the head, and every sentence hurts people. It made someone's head grow big, and he quickly stopped himself...the other two.

"Wait for me! Can you get down to business first and stop talking nonsense."

"What's the business?" the two avatars asked together.

"How do I know. I just want to come in, I haven't thought about what I'm going to do after I come in."

"Then you can think about it now." These are the words of the second incarnation.

"Wait a minute, let me get some potato chips and Coke first." This is the incarnation of the fat house...

Feeling big headed, wanting to exit the dreamland, and want to die even more, Lin said weakly: "I just want to see if I can build an invincible castle in the dreamland world, and there are resource points for me to produce soldiers." of."

"Heroes are invincible." The avatar of the fat house elongated his voice, and said with a smile, "Why don't you build a Death Star from Star Wars, anyone who comes will be blasted away with a Star Destroyer."

However, the avatar of Zhong Er put on his glasses that slipped slightly, and said, "Don't say things that you haven't seen and are unreasonable."

"Hey, this is a place where imagination is invincible. There is nothing impossible to do, only unexpected." The incarnation of the fat house complained.

"In people's daydreams, ladies from rich families will take the initiative to post back, and they can also get a few supermodels to be the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth. What about you? Don't change the true nature of the fat house, from failure in real life to In a dream." The second incarnation fought back without hesitation.

After being complained about fiercely, the incarnation of Fat House turned to look at Lin and said, "Hey, this is you. It's necessary to hurt each other like this. Teach him a lesson, okay."

However, Lin noticed an important point mentioned by the second incarnation. He said: "Can't there be some unseen and unreasonable things?"

Hearing the question posed by the ego, the two avatars stopped arguing and stared at someone with idiotic eyes. It was still the second incarnation who was more sensible, and said: "According to the limitations of the apprentice-level three-ring magic-dream realization technique, the presentation of things in the dream into reality will be subject to factors such as the ability of the caster and the environment. Simple In other words, what you want to manifest must conform to the rules of reality. It is impossible to let you fantasize about the Cybertron star and make a whole set of Autobots and Decepticons. Of course, if someone else enters In your dream, as long as you still have the dominance, what can and cannot appear in the dream is what you think is right. You should understand this kind of setting that is so reasonable that it cannot be more reasonable. Then ask knowingly, Do you want to play dead, or do you want to show your stupidity?"

The scolding was so reasonable that he couldn't even refute half a sentence. And in the conversation between myself and myself, I also explained that it is impossible to play castle blast, and it is also impossible to play high-tech crushing. So what can this dream world be used for? Or just give up at this point to avoid becoming the target of the nightmare creature from the abyss.

Suddenly a thought came to my mind irresistibly. Regardless of those weapons that have only been read in novels or in certain data, the former is like space battleships, the latter is like nuclear bombs, things that have not been actually touched.

I have encountered it myself, and the most lethal car is definitely not a car driven during the Earth period. To see who is upset, I just drive at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, and then switch to R gear if I am not dead. It was the magic tower that lived for a while after coming to Midi, and was kicked out a while ago.

Gathering towers in a dream? As soon as this idea emerges, it is accompanied by countless thoughts. Even the scene in front of him changed color. In the vast grassland, a magic tower suddenly stood up, reaching into the sky.

The three of them were standing at the bottom of the magic tower, looking up at the giant tower that was so tall that the top was invisible.

The avatar of Fat House smiled and said, "Actually, you are the part of me. I always fantasize about such a thick and long giant, and even I am amazed when I see it."

The incarnation of Zhonger Er showed no mercy, snapped his fingers towards the tower, and said: "It's all fake." The magic tower collapsed in response. No matter how big the falling rocks are, no matter how heavy the dust is, they are just like phantoms, passing through the body. In just a moment, the scene in front of me returned to the endless grassland.

Lin was dumbfounded as he watched the tower rise from the ground, and then disappeared in an instant. Just said: "This..." There is nothing to say.

However, the avatar of Zhong Er stretched out his hand to support the slightly slipped glasses, and said, "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed as such. You understand these things, but you don't take them seriously."

Diamond Sutra. Thinking of these four sentences, Lin thought of a friend who has studied Buddhist scriptures. He once said: Buddhism is actually atheism, and what is said in the scriptures is a method of practice. It's just that the Buddha said, because now is no longer the era of practice, so half the effort is half the effort. So in order to help the backward, you must always say my name, get close to me, share some Buddha energy, and help your practice.

I won’t talk about the too profound theories in the Buddhist scriptures. To put it bluntly, there are only eight words: get rid of falsehood and pursue truth. So is there anything more illusory than a dream? In this case, what is the point of building a tower in a dream?

Looking around, in addition to the grass, there are clouds, and the blue sky. There is no resource mine, not to mention high-level sulfur and crystal, or low-level wood and stone, and there is no gold or gas. It doesn't matter whether you want to follow the style of Heroes Invincible or the style of Star Wars.

As the saying goes, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. In the dream, the goal of building a tower can only be given up? Lin helplessly looked at the other two himself, then looked down at himself... then looked at the other two, then looked down at himself...

"Hey, what are you thinking, why do I think it's not good." The avatar of the fat house took a few steps back and said exaggeratedly. The second incarnation pretended to be wise and wise, and after adjusting the frame of his glasses, he said, "Although that's a bad idea, it's still an idea anyway. The question is, can you stick to it?"

Lin answered himself seriously, and said, "Isn't there no other choice now? If there is an opportunity in front of you, would you be willing not to try it? Don't say that you think differently from me."

"Well, it really won't. Then the second question to consider is, will we be willing?"

The meanings of the two words before and after are obviously different, and Lin can also hear it. The former is a question of not doing it because of the opportunity, and the latter is a question of sacrificing the only three people who may be real in this dream world to build the tower. Lin could only say helplessly: "It's all for our own good, so sacrifice is necessary and unavoidable. Isn't it."

After thinking about it carefully, the second incarnation nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. I agree."

Hearing the answer, Lin happily patted his junior high school age self, and said, "That's great, I really deserve to be me." But halfway through being happy, the hands that were patted on the shoulders of the second avatar were held down.

In astonishment, he looked at the second incarnation with a sly look and said, "We are all equal, so it's the same for anyone who sacrifices. You agree with this."

It was too late to say, but it was too late, before he realized it, two machetes, one on the left and one on the right~www.wuxiamtl.com~ removed Lin's two arms. The second incarnation in front of him, the knife hanging beside him was still dripping with blood. There was no arrogance or pride in his expression, his frowning seemed more like he was enduring some kind of pain.

The other knife next to it was naturally held in the hands of the avatar of the fat house. He had a grim expression and his face was contorted. Like doing something that pleases him, but at the same time hurts him. He wanted to laugh, but he grinned with bared teeth.

Lin didn't have time to think about the reason, and a knife in the abdomen made him understand his situation, but it was too late. The avatar of the fat house gritted his teeth, and swung his right hand holding the knife violently towards someone's neck. One cut, two cuts, and the head fell to the ground.

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What a joke! Lin's eyes opened suddenly, and he stood up abruptly as if he had jumped up, alerting his surroundings.

The sky is still the same sky, the grassland is still the same. Fei Zhai and Zhong Er stood not far away and looked at the person who had come back to life. Fat House beckoned and said loudly, "Come here quickly after you're resurrected. We have to discuss how to deal with this thing."

Half suspicious, half confused. Lin Yiyan went forward, but found a man who had been dismembered, who was himself in the disguise of Midi.

Standing together with Fei Zhai, Lin He Zhonger watched his tragic death with mixed feelings in his heart. This is the first to break the deadlock in the second class, saying: "Let's think about how to use this thing first, or I will die in vain."

Lin said with some dissatisfaction: "It was 'I' who died, not...──" Suddenly remembered the identities of the other two, but they were also me, so Lin decided to put this inconclusive topic aside. "Forget it, let's not talk about that. When I died, did you discuss how to use this... leftover?"

"Hey, Yishui. Do you really think you're cultivating truth?" the avatar of the fat house complained mercilessly.