Mystery: Paradox Path

The sound of the gramophone echoed faintly in his ears, but the bedroom fell into a strange silence. After the two were deadlocked for more than ten seconds, Snow finally fell first.

The phantom of the angel drilled back into the ring, Snow reached out and grabbed the shirt at the head of the bed and put it on him, blinking his eyes to relieve the sour feeling, while belly slandering Mr. Fool's imprudence.

Relying on the "empathy" that was almost mentally polluted, he didn't have to doubt Bernadette's degree of certainty at this time.

As a sage of Sequence Two, she is already a complete mythical creature, and the essence of a sage's mythical creature form is a torrent composed of countless information. As long as she thinks about it, the bits and pieces she has experienced before, even if it is a few years ago. She can perfectly reproduce the shape of a pebble on the street.

That's exactly what happened. Not long ago, when she noticed the strange look in the ghost's eyes, a faint sense of sight flooded into her heart. Then, all the eyes that had been on her recently were on her. The comparison was completed in her consciousness, and finally, she locked the sight that once fell on her during the day.

And she clearly remembered that that line of sight stayed on Snow longer than her own.

The other party must know Snow.

Seeing that Snow didn't seem to want to say it, Bernadette took two steps forward, and those pair of fluorescent eyes were particularly conspicuous in the darkness, even if they were hidden behind a fine gauze.

Snow was stared at by those eyes, and his whole body became hairy, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to tighten the quilt. Under the gaze of the oppressive gaze, he could only sigh:

"I'm not an unknown person in Backlund. It's normal for a thief to know me."

"Really?" Bernadette's tone was noncommittal, but the halo from behind the fine-grained tulle slowly faded.

Immediately, she sat on the edge of Feng Xue's bed, measured her body, made her eyes level with Feng Xue, and said in a soft but emotionless tone:

"If you can't tell, please tell me directly, don't let me make vain associations, you should know that secret peeps are very sensitive to 'secrets'."

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"Okay..." Snow looked at Bernadette's face covered by the fine tulle, and listened to the sound of breathing so close at hand, he reluctantly took out a coin from under the pillow, accompanied by the high bounce of the coin. From then on, an invisible force field enveloped the entire room. Only at this moment did he open the mouth to Bernadette's expectant gaze:

"The bookmark has a high probability of hiding the card of blasphemy, but it should not be the mother or the moon."

Bernadette had already guessed about this answer. In contrast, she was more concerned about why the thief knew about this, but before she could speak, Snow took off his shirt and lay down again:

"Is there anything else? I have to sleep, of course, if you want to be with me."

"..." Bernadette's mouth twitched, and then disappeared into the room.

Feeling the emotional fluctuations that were still eroding his will, Snow sighed and said helplessly:

"I thought the girls in Intis were bold..."

"Crack!"

An untraceable crisp sound came from somewhere, and Snow, who felt the spiritual pollution gradually faded away, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, used a white horse to detoxify himself, and then pulled up the quilt and continued to sleep.

...

"It's him? Not him?" Above the western part of Backlund, on a vine that seemed to hang from the sky, Bernadette sat on the hammock woven by the vines, looking down at the street scene below.

Snow gave her a very strange feeling. If she had to say it, she often inadvertently felt the temperament that belonged to that person.

The way of speaking, the logic of thinking, and the out-of-tune mouth reminded her of the man's personality before the dramatic change.

"He said no... Is it true, or can't break the ritual? If not, who are you? 'Hometown', where is it? What does 'Huang' and 'Feng' stand for? The Hanged Man, the Fool and the Paradox Does that mean there is a third surname? Is that the third person the thief he doesn't want to mention?"

Bernadette issued a series of questions that only she could hear, and then jumped off the hammock made of vines. As her figure disappeared, a faint voice slowly returned to nothingness—

"The paradox has not yet entered the throne of God, and the Hanged Man has fallen into madness, so start with the recovering Fool..."

...

"He actually digested it! Should I say that Huang Beibei is too powerful?" In the early morning, Snow, who woke up on time, instinctively planned to provide Mr. Fool with a morning service, but before he started to act, he was mentally The change made him stop.

Because, Zhuang Zhouzhi's potion actually digested.

In fact, Snow's potion digestion progress has not been slow, because the monk's own rules of play are two parts: secret and monk. Secret is to hide one's identity, and monk is to be a devout believer~www.wuxiamtl .com~ Snow prays to Mr. Fool every day, and at the same time also plays the piano for Zhenzao. Of course, there is no need to say more about the role of the monk. As for the secret... Isn't his layered vest a manifestation of the secret?

Even so, he only became Zhuang Zhou's fish for about 20 days. He could completely digest it overnight. After thinking about it, it really can only be attributed to "double acting"——

Empathizing directly with a Sequence Two angel, allowing Zhuang Zhou's mental imprint of the fish to be digested quickly, and keeping secrets in front of a Sequence Two angel (or the secret peeping path) also gave the hermit great feedback .

But no matter what, he finally reached the level of Sequence Seven Great Perfection and could advance to Sequence Six.

According to the information in the white horse is not the horse, the Sequence Six of the paradox pathway is the first qualitative change in this pathway, and one of the three most important abilities in this pathway has been obtained. Snow has always depended on this pathway. The foundation of survival in a dangerous world——

【Steal the concept of exchange】.

In addition, after becoming a mid-sequence, the functions of white horse and non-horse will be further unlocked. Considering that the ability of Sequence Five can be advanced in advance, this promotion may allow him to use the power of demigods.

Demi god!

That's a demigod!

Although Snow is not very clear about the abilities of the demigods in this path, just from the fact that it needs the characteristics of the calamity priest as the main material of the potion, it can be understood that this must be a sequence with direct killing ability!

Thinking of this, Snow immediately jumped up from the bed, but when he saw the morning light outside the window, he suddenly remembered what happened last night, and immediately dismissed the lazy idea of ​​"don't pray today", and rarely lit a candle, dripping Put on the essential oil and start praying with extremely high specifications——

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era..."