he came from the mirror

The memory broke in an avalanche the moment he stuck the fragments on the skin of his heart.

He seems to have experienced countless frames, but each frame is not very coherent, making Fang Ziming at a loss and unable to piece together a complete fusion process.

Hearing what he said, Tang Yu was not very disappointed: "Then let's change the topic. Feel it quietly, has there been any obvious change in your mental power?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziming closed his eyes and began to inspect the majestic spiritual power in his body.

Suddenly, he was shocked, and opened his eyes again in an instant.

"There has been a change." Fang Ziming put his hands on Tang Yu's chest, arched his back slightly, and sat halfway on the man's body, even his breathing became a little short.

There was a blue light in his eyes, and after taking a deep breath twice, he said in a low voice: "I feel...the doors in the corridor are all open to me..."

Tang Yu glanced at his hand, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "So, this world has been completely opened to you?"

"Yes." Fang Ziming shook his head, gradually getting rid of the mysterious and mysterious realm just now, he continued: "Behind door [-] is the grid of time, and behind door [-] is a small room with a The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror is the world hub of the mirror world, which constructs the order and rules of the entire world."

"As for [-]..." Fang Ziming said softly, "Behind the door of [-], it is connected to any place in the super universe."

"Even if I control the mirror world, the universe behind door [-] is not within my jurisdiction. It has a completely different meaning from the other doors. The other side of [-] is random, and every possibility ...are very dangerous."

Tang Yu smoothed his hair calmly, stretched his other hand to the pillow, and took out the small light ball from the metal box: "It sounds like the world behind these doors is not a good place to go .”

Fang Ziming was rubbed twice by him, and then lay back on his stomach again: "With my current ability, [-] and [-] are fine, but entering [-] is definitely an act of courting death."

He murmured uncertainly: "Hmm... Do you think I should hang a warning sign on the door of [-], reminding myself at all times, don't try new things in the past?"

Tang Yu folded his arms and nodded humbly: "I think it is very necessary. However, we can wait until three days later, and then hang a dog tag together. What do you think?"

Fang Ziming recovered from his thoughts: "In three days?"

Tang Yu lowered his head and smiled at the young man: "Since you're done, then it's my turn next."

"Baby, remember to take care of my body."

After speaking, he put the blue light ball on the back of his left hand, and at the same time, his eyelids began to sink uncontrollably.

Under a certain piece of skin on the man's left hand, two fanny stones are close to each other and affect each other.

——The fusion begins.

Fang Ziming: "..."

"You...you let me get up first and then fuse!" Fang Ziming supported the chest of the person under him, trying to free himself from the confinement, struggling while saying: "I just wanted to say, it's just fusion fragments, why? Do you want two people to hug each other? Why do you still take off your shirt, if you have the ability, you even take off your trousers?"

However, Tang Yu had fallen into a deep sleep and could not hear this complaint.

Fang Ziming is 100% sure that this guy must have done it on purpose.

"...Fuck, I still have so much strength when I'm asleep."

"Old Tang, are you still awake?"

"Old Tang? Tang Dabao? Smelly rascal?"

Seeing that Tang Yu was still closing his eyes tightly, Fang Ziming twisted his plump and beautiful chest muscles for a long time, and finally confirmed that this guy was not pretending to be asleep and had entered the fusion stage.

He breathed a sigh of relief, did not continue to struggle, but gently fell back into the arms of the man.

"I just can't break free for a while, but I don't have any other ideas." He muttered softly, and found a more comfortable position automatically: "In short, we must first restore the distorted world outside."

Fang Ziming adjusted his state, he closed his eyes slightly, the light in his pupils was changing color little by little, the power of the domain came out through his body, and began to spread towards the whole mirror world.

Outside the window, the stars move, the sun rises and the moon sets, the metropolis is destroyed and rebuilt over and over again, the wind and rain overturned from the sky, and the electricity is like a fire snake, following the storm, scorching every inch of soil on the land.

The entire mirror world is roaring.

All existing things have undergone a process of disintegration and remodeling.

Except for this safe house in room [-].

Fang Ziming buried his head in Tang Yu's chest, under those half-open eyes, there was an ice-blue light that could not be concealed, symbolizing the Lord of this world.

After half an hour, all sounds subsided one by one.

A brand-new mirror world took shape, and the three consecutive days of space distortion and dislocation were completely repaired and perfected.

Fang Ziming turned sideways in Tang Yu's arms exhaustedly, slowly recovering the vast amount of mental power that had been consumed.

Although it was a bit hard, he knew in his heart that the mirror world at this time had been completely used by him.

Without getting up and walking to the window, Fang Ziming directly opened the God's perspective, and he had a panoramic view of all corners of the mirror world.

At this time, the world outside the window no longer randomly changes cities according to Room [-]. After the baptism and reconstruction just now, the outside of the safe house has long been replaced by Fang Ziming’s most familiar hometown, Yangping City—and unless he changes his mind, this place will always be here. Maintain the appearance of Yangping City.

"Sure enough, it's still a familiar city, and it looks more familiar." He said to himself, and the blue light in his eyes began to dissipate slowly.

After three days of no food or activity, Fang Ziming didn't feel hungry at all, but felt a little weak in his hands and feet.

Because of this, he lay on Tang Yu's body for a long time, poking it with his fingers, mainly targeting several muscle groups in the chest and abdomen.

After poking for a long time, Fang Ziming came back to his senses, and then experienced "What the hell am I doing?" "I'm so obsessed with the old hooligan's pectoral muscles?!" "Fortunately he didn't see it!" It feels really good..." and a series of complicated mental journeys.

Fang Ziming withdrew his hand silently, thought for a while, felt something was wrong, and pressed his hand on Tang Yu's chest again.

"Usually Old Tang would take advantage of me in a coquettish manner, but now that I have the opportunity, wouldn't it be a disadvantage if I didn't do anything?" The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth, so he stretched out his hand on Tang Yu's face confidently Touched it: "Fuck, it's quite elastic. Cough, cough cough..."

"Otherwise...otherwise I will touch it twice..."

After "ravaging" Mr. Tang on the bed, Fang Ziming finally stopped, covered his face and kept reflecting: "Damn...why do I feel like a pervert? I must have been infected by this guy's anger... ..."

Forget it, let's get out of bed and cook a bowl of instant noodles to calm down.

Fang Ziming then went to break Tang Yuhuan's two arms around his waist again. He broke them back and forth for at least 5 minutes. As if after a fierce battle, the young man finally broke Tang Yu's hands and rolled down in sweat. bed.

Because they had a premonition that it might take a long time to fuse the fragments, the two returned to the real world once before merging, cleared up the important things at hand, and briefly notified a few friends before re-entering with confidence. Mirror world.

Because of this, Fang Ziming didn't feel anxious or irritable after learning that he had fallen asleep for [-] hours.

According to his own experience, Tang Yu should also sleep for at least three days.

Adding up two people is a week's time.

"One week." Fang Ziming squatted by the bed and sucked noodles, while thinking: "If Luo Wen moves fast enough, maybe the next time I return to the real world, I will be able to see a brand new super human .”

I don't know if this new superpower will directly absorb all of Vladimir's power, or regenerate other superpowers?

"Unfortunately, when this guy is fused, we have to deal with another remaining issue. We can't go to the Special Affairs Department to watch." Fang Ziming put away the bowls and chopsticks, and took advantage of the opportunity to touch Mr. Tang again: "Well, There will always be opportunities in the future.”

Three days later, Mr. Tang woke up from a deep sleep state.

Without opening his eyes, he lay quietly first, felt the changes in the airflow around him, and confirmed that he was still lying on the single bed before.

Then, the man suddenly turned over, wrapped up a young man surnamed Fang who was taking a nap beside him, and hugged him firmly in his arms.

Fang Ziming was startled by this sudden "attack", and woke up immediately.

"Fuck... let go!" He kicked his legs, struggling to survive in Tang Yu's arms: "I want...to be squeezed to death by your big breasts..."

Tang Yu buried his face in the other's neck, took a deep breath of Fang Ziming, and sighed: "I feel full of strength."

Fang Ziming kicked him vigorously: "So you are going to use this force to 'murder' me now? Let go, or I will go crazy!"

Tang Yu laughed, let go of him, and sat up with his arms propped up.

Fang Ziming regained his freedom and immediately climbed out of bed. The young man moved his hands and feet while carefully observing the situation of his partner.

"How do you feel?" Fang Ziming asked the question that the other party asked him before.

Tang Yu snapped his fingers, and a pair of huge angel wings spread out from behind him. The man tried to shake his wings, Fang Ziming couldn't help but blinked, feeling that every feather on the pair of angel wings seemed to be A divine radiance that cannot be seen directly bursts out.

He blurted out: "You got Vladimir's flying ability?"

"There is still a little storm power." Tang Yu also turned his head to appreciate his wings: "Sure enough, when the fragments taken from the 'angel' are refused, they will also generate the original ability."

Fang Ziming was not surprised. In fact, he had already faintly realized this in the long-range battle with Harriet.

After Tang Yu said this, he suddenly turned to look at Fang Ziming.

"So, baby, which part of the birdman's power did you get?" He hooked his fingers at the young man with great interest, signaling that the other party would also change into wings.

Fang Ziming: "..."

Seeing him like this, Fang Ziming's original movement of shaking his wings stopped suddenly.

"I can summon birds." The young man replied calmly, ignoring his partner's earnest (pervert) gaze.