"Maybe I'm the one who wants to kill me?" Yu Lian said to "himself."
After all, the atmosphere had been built up to this point. Wouldn't it seem terribly inelegant not to say a line like that?
So this was what it felt like to use my own face to make stupid expressions and pretend to be a cryptic riddler!
Yu Lian looked at "himself" in the camera. He still felt that the handsome face paired with that proud, upright figure looked extraordinarily magnificent and majestic, but he had to admit that no matter how handsome a face was, twisting it into a cryptic-riddler expression was still incredibly punchable.
"So this is the illusion's real purpose, then? Feifei, to kill another me?" He had known the instant he boarded the train that he was inside an illusion instance.
Of course, he did not think his question would cause any irreversible upheaval in the illusion's structure.
Or rather, even if it did, he had already made the necessary preparations.
"Don't rush. There's absolutely no need to rush." Feifei said to him, "The purpose of the world and the goal of life are the same: you can't make a decision too early. You have to choose the result bit by bit. We have our principles."
Yu Lian answered with a laugh. Aside from smiling, he no longer knew how to react.
He watched the red ray slide out of the muzzle. It was like a divine spear constantly giving birth to itself as it lunged toward the person on the balcony two thousand meters away.
In theory, at such a distance, a light-spear cannon should reach its target in an instant.
But in Yu Lian's perception, time seemed to stretch infinitely at that moment, slowing down and even gradually solidifying. The deafening