#1971 Reality (1)

The system held the soul of Bai Weiwei, who had successfully retired, and carefully avoided the space-time storm.

And then quickly arrived not far from the door of reality.

He didn't dare to go any further.

The red lines on Bai Weiwei's body were terrifyingly conspicuous.

The golden light is faintly flowing, with a strange and deep power.

His flame, can't break it.

This kind of power makes the system feel uncomfortable, possibly with the meaning of evil imprisonment.

So he felt that the golden power on the red line was dangerous.

The system carried Bai Weiwei's soul around in circles, but it couldn't keep coming back to reality.

Although he weakened the plane memory for Bai Weiwei, he was still tired from living in the plane for a long time.

But she will still be very tired.

This tiredness cannot be changed.

The system stagnated for a while, and suddenly took out a wool doll.

This wool is the magic wool produced by the wool factory.

After he knitted a sweater and hat, there was a little left over, so he knitted a wool doll just like Bai Weiwei.

I thought it would be nice to have it as a souvenir.

The magic power on this wool doll can touch the breath of nostalgia.

When he knitted dolls, he was thinking of Bai Weiwei.

Then this doll has a lot of Bai Weiwei's breath.

The system weighed the doll, and with a hard eye, he could only try it.

He hugged Bai Weiwei's soul and reinforced two flame chains.

For fear that the soul will escape from his palm if he is not careful.

The system silently accumulated power, and then burst into the door of reality.

On the edge of black and gold, a huge force appeared.

The system threw the doll violently towards the golden edge.

The power on the other side of the Blood Sea Bone Mountain suddenly stagnated.

Seems to be attracted by something.

The force on the red line loosened, this small pause.

When the system seized the opportunity, he buried himself in the door of reality and disappeared.

The door of reality closed, isolating the power of the red line.

In the boundless darkness, a hand opened the darkness and appeared.

Elegant as white jade joints, flawless back of hand, with a kind of earth-shattering power.

Poke the darkness away.

The strength of the fingers suddenly lightened again.

The solitary doll, lying on the dark border.

Fingertips touched, then gently picked up.

And the man sitting on the Bone Throne suddenly had a doll in his cold palm.

The doll is delicate, woven from wool and has a small flower on its head.

A touch of magic surrounds the doll.

There was a familiar aura around that magic power.

Is it... that soul?

The man with his eyes half-closed and completely indifferent, moved his eyelashes slightly.

In the golden eyes, a trace of waves appeared.

Then he closed his eyes again, bent his fingers slightly, and let the doll lie down in his palm.

The breath of the doll.

Very comfortable.

The system scolded the mother in his heart, finally fooling the past once.

But in his heart, he lifted Ye Yuxuan to smoke.

Said not to tie a red wire to Bai Weiwei.

Is he deaf?

He killed Bai Weiwei, and he wanted Ye Yuxuan to pay for his life.

that lunatic.

The emotional fragments are not yet collected.

It is so impatient to reveal the dark and paranoid side of morbidity.

Although I know that a person like Ye Yuxuan is born strong and has great luck, he is the proud and protagonist of his destiny.

But the shortcomings are also very conspicuous.

In this person's character, the action force is stronger than anyone else.

Possessiveness and paranoia are also much more than ordinary people.