Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1843 This copy is a miracle

The desperate rush for the dungeon, the thought and energy spent after entering the blank world, the tension, anxiety, suspicion and expectation after seeing the dungeon... All kinds of preludes seem to herald the birth of a major event, the birth of an earthquake Arrival, a risky bet.In just a few minutes, various thoughts repeatedly rushed into Lin Sanjiu's mind, until she finally gritted her teeth and made up her mind while struggling—and then, nothing happened.

Lin Sanjiu stretched out one arm in a daze, and then looked at the crooked circle in the air ahead.

"I...I want to get a copy," she said tentatively again: "A 'meet an old friend', thank you."

"This is not going to a restaurant to order." The instructor commented.

Lin Sanjiu ignored him. "Hello?" She stretched out her hand hesitantly, and before she could touch the coil at the source, she saw it tremble slightly—as if someone had shaken the coil lightly, and slowly drifted out several counts from it. A thin, short line that looks like it was drawn with a ballpoint pen.

Teacher Yi immediately said "ah" and said, "Look at your arm!"

Lin Sanjiu rolled up his arm and looked, and found that at some point, there was a black line on his forearm, as if someone had scratched it with a ballpoint pen, and it felt like he could erase it with his hands.

"That's it?"

Even if measured by the most tolerant standard, this is really a little sorry for Lin Sanjiu's expectation and nervousness. "I'm taking the copy with me now? And then? Isn't there a copy host? I'm still waiting for him to explain it to me."

The source land floating in mid-air was shameless and motionless.

"Is it really the host of the copy?" Teacher Yi was suspicious, "The one in the advertisement... could be the host of the copy, or an actor dressed as a host, right?"

This dungeon doesn't even have a host?Lin Sanjiu looked at his forearm. "Isn't that a false advertisement? This is completely the difference between the package picture of instant noodles and instant noodles. No, it's not even as good as that."

When she still felt lost, the other dozen or so ballpoint pen lines had already drifted away in all directions, and they probably went to find their hosts; but she still had a lot of questions unanswered, for example, how long can this thing last?When does it start working?How many old friends will appear?

Forget it, as long as it's useful... Lin Sanjiu thought about it, and felt that he didn't have many enemies, almost no enemies, except that he had never met Ossius, who should not be regarded as an old friend. It would be a good thing for anyone to come to her— —Even if it was Gong Daoyi who came, it was a good thing from a certain point of view.

As for waiting, is she still afraid of waiting?
As soon as she thought about it, she suddenly felt much lighter physically and mentally, and stood there thinking about what to do next.It's been an hour since she left the Hundred Thousand Worlds Transfer Dream; she might be able to rush back and continue to experience the project... It should be easy for friends to gather there.

She looked down, and when she was about to walk back along the same path, she heard someone in the distance yell indistinctly: "Ah!"

In the blank space in the distance, a small figure was jumping, slapping, and beating on the spot, as if he had lice on his body; from the blank space that seemed to swallow everything further away, someone raised his voice and asked: " what's wrong?"

"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, entangled me!" The first figure said angrily, "It's so fucking annoying..."

Listening to the voice, it was actually not the same person who ran away in a hurry just now.

Why does this dungeon, which she dreamed of before, seem to be hidden by everyone?You can't just pick the enemy and send it here, can you?
"It seems that the person knows what the dungeon is..." Lin Sanjiu handed the brush to the witch, then asked the artist to take out another brush, and said, "I have something to ask him, you draw the road, I run, so faster."

This plan is very good, but unfortunately she ordered the wrong person.

The sorceress held the pen in one hand and leaned on her knees with the other, she looked self-confident and lazy, as if she was going to slap Blank with the brush; but the painter immediately showed the supreme professionalism as soon as he got down on the ground, a thread couldn't satisfy him, He carefully drew red bricks, curbs, stains... At first glance, it looks like a photo of the sidewalk floating in a blank.

By the time Lin Sanjiu had to rush over by himself, the man had already disappeared.

"Don't worry too much," Teacher Yi reminded, "It's better to follow the path he drew and ask. Although you don't have many enemies, there is nothing wrong with being careful."

Anyway, the Hundred Thousand Worlds Transfer Dream won't move its place, so it doesn't hurt to go there later.

Lin Sanjiu didn't know where the road drawn by the man led; but one thing was clear, no matter where the man went, he had already drawn the road under his feet.When he accidentally bumped into an old acquaintance in a foreign land, he should be on his way back from one destination to another—otherwise, he would not be able to disappear so quickly while drawing.

This is a bit difficult to handle.In a blank place with no direction, after the man's path is drawn, it is difficult to judge where he is going...

Lin Sanjiu looked down and found that the man was very careful in drawing the road: not only the two sides of the road were emphasized with double lines, but there were also horizontal lines in the middle of the road.Thinking about it carefully, it seems that except for the one under her feet, the other roads she saw just now are well drawn. In comparison, her own road is the most crude.

Since it seemed to be the same which way she was going, she simply picked one side and set off, opened "No Coincidents Are Not a Book", and trotted all the way forward; it may be because she didn't take this matter as such a serious matter, even She also felt that she didn't look like she was chasing someone, but rather like she was jogging in the morning.

Along the way, she also saw a few evolutionaries near and far, but none of them seemed to be the one who was entangled by "meeting an old friend in a foreign country".I don’t know why, everyone seems to be very interested in drawing the way of walking along the road, and they have played a lot of creativity in the blank space: someone drew green trees and wild flowers, although they can’t come true, but after careful tracing, they stand in the air , it seems to be the same thing; on the road next to her, the three characters "sidewalk" were repeatedly written, and the coming and going were divided-if Lin Sanjiu's target did the same, she It is much more convenient to chase people.

Under a road sign, Lin Sanjiu stopped.

"15 minutes ahead is the Lucky Wanderer lottery point (also known as the special item fountain). If you want to avoid the lottery, please don't go along this road."

In fact, no one was seen here, Lin Sanjiu had no hope of catching up with the evolutionary.But this street sign aroused her great interest—"The lottery? The fountain of special items? There is such a good thing? Why would anyone want to avoid it?"

Although it sounds tempting, Lin Sanjiu still has a clear sense of what is important and what is urgent.Her primary goal now is to find her friends, and it's not too late to go and see when someone comes; let alone, Bohemia must be particularly interested in the "special item fountain".In Lava! !When she was in the world, didn't she just run to the mountains and forests to find special items?I don't know how many pieces were found.

To be honest, after seeing the "ballpoint pen line" and the reactions of the two evolutionaries, her expectations for "meeting an old friend in a foreign land" have been lowered by more than half; so when it suddenly started to work, Lin Sanjiu even She wasn't mentally prepared at all—and she never expected that the effect of the dungeon would be so immediate.

But... in the distance, the skirt spread out a large area, squatting on the ground and drawing the road, and at a glance, he felt that he was going to the "Lucky Wanderer's lottery point" wholeheartedly...

If not Bohemia, who else would it be?

(End of this chapter)