he came from the mirror

Chapter 120

Looking at himself like this, Fang Ziming couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and felt a little ready to move.

"It's too bad, I seem to have learned from Tang Dabao." He muttered in a low voice, "I still want to tease my old self... Could this be the legendary self-attack?"

Alas!

Fang Ziming shuddered all over, and at the same time secretly rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.

After only a short while, the self on the other side had already checked all the doors and windows in the room, and only returned to the living room after finding that there were no problems.

With 12 points of vigilance and vigilance, the young man carefully observed the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror that suddenly appeared at home, and the figure that was exactly like himself inside.

At this time, Fang Ziming, who had just merged perfectly with the fragments, obviously has not realized that this place is no longer the real world. He still thinks that he simply overslept at home. As for the extra mirror in the living room, it is probably someone deliberately of pranks.

After all, anyone who wakes up in his own home will not immediately wonder if there is something wrong with the whole world.

Just like Fang Ziming three months ago, when he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar bedroom, and his tense spirit immediately relaxed.

Of course, he will definitely guess what he has experienced before—maybe he was injured in the meteor incident, was taken home by friends or family members after sleeping in the hospital for many days, or simply thought that everything before was just him I had a weird and bizarre nightmare, and when I woke up, it was no big deal.

But he never thought that he had already fallen into a strange world.

Fang Ziming thought about it for a moment, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to his former self, so he raised his hand and pointed his index finger at the mirror, signaling the other person to come over and talk.

The young man in the past frowned and looked him up and down: "What is this? Black technology? A projection screen disguised as a floor mirror?"

Hearing these words, Fang Ziming showed a nostalgic smile.

That's right, he used to have a vague premonition. After he said something similar, the "future Fang Ziming" in the mirror once watched him with mentally handicapped eyes.

The young man in the past was still educating him with righteous words: "Where did you come from the scam gang? How did you move such a big thing into my house? Could it be that you broke the door of my house? Hey, you are not just a GIF dynamic picture Come on, wait a minute, let me find out where the switch of this thing is placed..."

Fang Ziming: "..."

Fang Ziming held his forehead and muttered softly, "Ah, was I such an idiot before?"

Yile, a young man in the past tense: "Hey, buddy, you're quite enlightened."

Fang Ziming's expression was strange, he hesitated to speak: "Don't dare, I just found out."

After going back and forth in this way, the hostility of the young people on the other side has actually eased a lot.

The two same people in different time periods finally started to talk through the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Fang Ziming first said: "If I said, I am you in three months, what would you think?"

The young man in the past tense showed an expression of "Sure enough", opened his mouth and said, "Hi, I am actually from the future. I gained super powers three months later, and I was shot flying when I was fighting with aliens. Just now He also fell into a black hole, and now he is penniless, so he can only communicate with his past self through this magic mirror."

He continued to edit familiarly: "I need [-] RMB as travel expenses now, and I will return it to you when I climb out of the black hole, and I will also give you a set of out-of-print alien figures. My bank account number is XXXXXXXX. After transferring the money, tell me Just a moment. Meh."

Youth in the past tense: "How about it, is this story template still in hand?"

Fang Ziming: "..."

Fang Ziming took a deep breath, and seemed to feel the strong malice from himself in the past: "Well, I knew it was the result."

The young man in the past tense took out his mobile phone and took a few steps back: "I'd better call the police, I really have nothing to say to you."

Fang Ziming quietly watched him unlock the screen, and reminded: "There is no signal here."

Youth in past tense: "...Damn, you blocked the signal?"

Fang Ziming put his index finger to his lips, and made a silent gesture: "Don't talk, just listen carefully, isn't it a bit too quiet outside?"

Youth in past tense: "?"

"Ah?" The young man didn't react for a while: "What do you want to do?"

Fang Ziming: "I suggest you open the window and take a look outside. It should be around [-]:[-] am here. During this time period, there should be many elderly people in the community basking in the sun downstairs."

The young man looked at him suspiciously: "So what?"

Fang Ziming pointed to the window: "I'll give you 5 minutes, go and have a look, and look carefully."

Five minutes is enough for the young man to look around at the window, and then go downstairs for a stroll back and forth.

Sure enough, when Fang Ziming guessed that it was about the same time, the young man rushed back from the outside.

Panting, he grabbed the frame of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and his slightly raised peach eyes were both shocked and full of disbelief.

The young man was short of breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "What, what's going on?"

"I haven't met anyone in the community... I've lived here for two years, and it's never been so quiet. Even the security guards in the gate office are not there, and the road outside is empty... My mobile phone has never had a signal... "

The young man looked at his "self" in the mirror, opened his mouth, and said with a hint of fear in his tone, "Did I encounter any supernatural events? Why did this place become like this?"

Fang Ziming lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Of course it's because this world is no longer the world you used to be."

"Next, let me tell you to listen. I will try my best to answer the questions you have doubts about."

"I don't have a lot of time, so let's start with... well, let's start with the Pennystone."

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After 10 minutes, Fang Ziming cut off the connection with himself in the past tense.

He stood in front of the mirror, closed his eyes quietly to regain his mental strength, and went through the conversation with his other self in his mind again, and found nothing missing.

"There should be no problem." He said to himself, "The first week is always difficult. Before the Shadow Ghost arrives, loneliness is the scariest thing there."

"However, after ten days, 'you' will probably be able to gain a powerful companion."

Thinking of this, the light in Fang Ziming's eyes lit up again, and he couldn't help poking the mirror with his finger: "This should be a brand new timeline, what will my relationship with that guy develop into? Hey, I really want to take a look..."

Fang Ziming's eyes flicked back and forth, and he looked around, as if he felt guilty: "I'll just take a look, just take a look."

"Tune to the new world line, go back in time, a month ago. Search for targets... well, two targets, Tang Yu and Fang Ziming."

The picture in the mirror changed again.

Fang Ziming moved his face closer curiously, and gradually saw the contents inside clearly.

——The handsome young man with a mole between his eyebrows leaned over. He knelt on one knee at the edge of the bed, and was pressing the fierce and handsome man on the bed with one hand. While slowly lowering his head, he exchanged a A close kiss.

—— Lips and teeth intertwined, ears rubbed together, the young man suddenly raised his head, panting slightly, and cast a sideways glance towards this side.

Fang Ziming: "..."

Fang Ziming: "?!"

Fang Ziming gasped, and at the same time jumped back two steps in fright.

Fuck?So explosive? !

In the new timeline, why does he look so awesome?

look!Look at the way "he" is holding Tang Dabao down, it's completely different from the "stupid" he just saw in the mirror!It's like two different people!

Fang Ziming jumped up and down on the spot and jumped back and forth about ten times. His face was flushed, his whole body was hot, and he was so ashamed that he could hardly speak. He felt as if a ray of heat was slowly rising from his celestial spirit cap, turning around in the air. The S-shaped bend rises higher and higher.

After digesting for five or six minutes, the red tide on the young man's face slowly subsided.

He licked his lips and didn't know what else to say for a while, so he wiped his face and whispered, "Damn."

that……

Well, it seems a little emotional, and there are some little red chickens...

Fang Ziming shook his head violently, hugged his head and groaned, "Calm down! What's so exciting, what's so exciting, I don't envy you at all!"

At this time, all the things that should be done have been done, and it stands to reason that he should be able to quit this world, but Fang Ziming's mind is shaking, and he is in a dilemma for a while.

He was afraid that as soon as he walked out of the gate of [-], he couldn't help but run over to overwhelm Tang Yu, and then practice all the things he had just seen in the mirror.

Fang Ziming grabbed the schoolbag belt silently: "Hey, otherwise we'd better go out later."

"Maybe I can take this opportunity to use the world hub a few more times to observe the situation of other supernatural beings."

Like that "artificial hero" Cecil, or Harriet...

Fang Ziming found a suitable excuse for himself. He patted his heart and said to the mirror, "Reverse the current timeline and search for the target...Sai, Tang, Tang Yu..."

Fang Ziming: "..."

Fang Ziming suddenly stretched out Erkang's hand: "No, no, no, I'll do it again! Give me another chance!"

The floor-to-ceiling mirror indifferently began to "mountains, wilds, rivers and valleys, vast oceans", like a ruthless search engine, faithfully fulfilling the boss's orders to the end.

Suddenly, a handsome man was reflected in the mirror, using a pair of wide and gorgeous wings to playfully wrap the black-haired youth in front of him.

Fang Ziming covered his face and slapped the mirror weakly.

"What the hell am I doing..."

The pictures in the mirror were still changing. Some of them were familiar to Fang Ziming, and some he had never seen before, but without exception, they were all various silhouettes of Tang Yu.

Fang Ziming: "Stop, stop, stop, that's enough, I'm awake, really..."

Suddenly, he stopped and stared blankly at the picture in the mirror.

That must have been a long, long time ago.

——A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with fierce eyes, standing bloodied among a pile of corpses and guns, carrying a middle-aged man who had been dead for a long time crookedly on his back.

——A bearded man who was fully armed and carrying an assault rifle looked at the boy, then walked over slowly, and stretched out a hand to him.

——"Hey, boy. You should see that I am a decent bounty hunter, not those terrorists who hold tourists hostage... Oh, I heard you secretly scolding me, James, let me talk to this boy A few words, just a few words!"

——"Boy, your father is dead, it's unfortunate, but you must learn to be strong."

——"That's right, I actually lack a son..."

—— "Hey, that, do you want to come with me?"

The author has something to say: Fang Ziming of the new world line: "I heard you call me an idiot?"

Fang Ziming of the current world line: "...No, no, it's all a misunderstanding."