I really don't want to be a disaster

In less than a second, with a touch of their little hands, they began to erase the boundary of the subspace.

In the black and white world, due to their erosion, holes of various sizes appeared on all sides.

On the other side of the void is the starry sky of Gugu Town, another space.

Just now.

Yi Lin couldn't confirm whether there was such a thing as "will" in these pale palms that were as terrifying as locusts.But because of Yi Lin's tireless obstruction, he finally caught the attention of one of the hands.That palm, like a tadpole, flicked its wrist, and quickly approached Yi Lin.

From the approaching pale palm, Yi Lin didn't feel any strange energy, or surging aura.But it was this kind of weird existence, the strange "creature" that came out of the space rift violently blasted by the mage, which made Yi Lin and the mage helpless, and almost ran out of cards, but they were nothing.

With a flash of emotion, Yi Lin's eyes kept dripping with black blood.He estimated the speed of his palm and crushed a card casually.

"The Obsidian Sword!"

Cut it off!

Hey!

The hand is not broken!

The sword broke.

Yi Lin looked at the obsidian sword in amazement on the pale palm - he was just planning to give it a try.According to the attributes, the obsidian sword with the aura of a two-cut sword was "gnawed" off by that terrifying little hand in an instant.

It became a broken sword that was broken in two.

After obliterating the obsidian sword, the little hand touched it up.

Yi Lin didn't intend to use her body to taste the trembling of her little hand.

There seemed to be some kind of mysterious power in this pale palm.It looks weak, but it can obliterate everything it touches, which is very terrifying.

This is no longer something at the level of energy, strength, or attributes. If Yi Lin is forced to find an adjective to describe the feeling that the palm gave him when he gnawed off the obsidian sword, compared to any description of power, Yi Lin felt that it was more like a kind of...

rule.

It is similar to the "Ordinary Series" props.

product of rules.

There seems to be a kind of "once you touch it, you're finished" rule attached to it.

Unreasonable and overwhelming.

"hiss."

Fortunately, that hand didn't have much interest in Yi Lin. When Yi Lin was fighting wits and courage with that lonely pale hand, the space of evil thoughts released by him with the help of [Laughing Mask] was already tossed and riddled with holes.It was like a balloon that had been pierced with countless holes. Yi Lin could no longer continue to output psionic energy to maintain the space of evil thoughts and let it dissipate.

After coming out of the space of evil thoughts, the army of palms blocked by Yi Lin for only a few seconds was approaching the mage who was concentrating on making circles at an extremely fast speed.

The mage was sweating profusely, and his expression was very anxious.The transmission circle in front of him is about the size of a washbasin. After rubbing it for a while, it seems that it's done, and it can accommodate one person to pass through.

Yi Lin once again endured the severe pain in her eyes and blurred vision, and activated [Analyzing Vision].

The movement of the mage rubbing circles, the invasion of the palm, everything slowed down.

Yi Lin stepped in the void, sat cross-legged, lost in thought.

At this moment, Yi Lin's thinking speed and deduction speed have surpassed the physical level, and she is deducing possible futures one by one.

The trajectories of all palm movements turned into thousands of dotted lines in Yi Lin's "horizon".

At the end of the trajectory of tens of thousands of pale palm movements, it was the mage.

—Mage, will be overwhelmed by them.

be carried away by them.

The futures that Yi Lin deduces will only lead to the same ending: mage and pawn.

"I still couldn't save him in the end."

In an instant, a faint sadness welled up in my heart.

Emotions aren't strong enough to be food for [Laughing Mask].

But at the moment when everything is silent and everything slows down, Yi Lin deeply tastes this sad emotion.

Unknowingly, the sorcerer has become similar to A-Deng, an existence who is both a teacher and a friend on Yi Lin's way forward.

If the sorcerer really died, Yi Lin wouldn't be mad with grief, but she would definitely be sad for a while.

Maybe, next year and today, Yi Lin will put the mage's favorite food on the mage's weed-covered grave, carve an exquisite fruit basket, and show off her superb knife skills by the way.

Yi Lin's thinking is racing.

He was thinking, reasoning, pondering, and making the last effort.

In the end, what else could he do to try and keep the Supreme Mage alive?

It only takes... a few seconds!

The mage is almost ready!

The props in the storage space flashed in Yi Lin's mind.

All the skills, all the abilities, all the means he possessed became an element in the deduction.

Yi Lin is looking for a short future where the Supreme Mage can survive.

"Huh? I haven't tried this one."

Yi Lin suddenly remembered something.

Here, it seems to be Green's territory.

Yup!

Here,

It's Green's place!

That Green, how could he tolerate these locusts running wild in his territory?

Slowly passing time, re-flow.

In front of Yi Lin's eyes, she could hardly see anything clearly, everything was only a hazy shadow.

It's like a person who is highly myopic and doesn't wear glasses, everything he sees in his eyes.

With extremely fast hand speed, he took out a piece of props that he didn't know where to use from the corner of the empty storage space.

——【Nightmare Sheet Music Chapter 6】.

Card crumbles.

A little bit of Huaguang gathered into an ancient scroll in Yi Lin's hands.

On the parchment scroll, someone used mottled ink to compose a stave with moldy handwriting.

That's a song.

It is a strange melody that, as the name suggests, lingers in her mind like a nightmare every time Yi Lin opens this [Nightmare Sheet Music Chapter 6].

"If you die in the end, I will burn incense for you in the future."

Before Yi Lin sang, she silently said this sentence to the completely unaware mage in her mind.

He didn't say it.

The mage will definitely be angry.

listen to music,

calm down,

Even if you can't sing well,

It can also be regarded as seeing off.

In case the farewell turned into a farewell, the mage would not lose money, at least he earned an extra farewell song.

With this thought of breaking the jar, Yi Lin started singing loudly.

The eerie melody was mixed with a bit of sadness, and when Yi Lin opened the parchment staff, it appeared in Yi Lin's mind, lingering and never forgetting.

That song seems to be imprinted in the depths of the soul.

"There was a girl who was born into a royal family,"

"As the old song says,"

"She's the most beautiful girl in the royal family,"

"She spends every night in her castle of stones,"

"Sleeping alone,"

"Any sound that can wake even the dead,"

"I can't wake her up..."

Yi Lin's voice was not loud, but it was extremely lethal.

The mage didn't expect that the farmer would choose to sing at such a time.

Are you serious?

Is it that enthusiastic?

Is it so unrestrained?

What he didn't even expect was that those fierce palms, those tens of thousands of palms that were ready to touch the mage, surrounded the mage with various gestures at the moment Yi Lin's singing sounded, and they were frozen in space.

Palms, stop!

Yi Lin continued to sing.

It's really just singing.

The palm that had paused began to move again.

But they no longer pounced on the mage, but receded like a tidal wave as neatly as when they came.

Return!

They actually retreated!

It turns out that singing Green's singing is really effective!

While singing, Yi Lin felt a little surprised.

When he got this score, he pondered it for a while, but he didn't find it useful.

After a while, Yi Lin vaguely understood the reason.

It seems that singing Green's songs on Green's territory seems to be suspected of pretending to be a tiger!

The army of pale palms came and went quickly.

In less than ten seconds, they all entered the crack at the end of the sky.The rifts are still there, but it's as if they never came.

Seeing this scene, the supreme mage didn't know what kind of "magic" Yi Lin was doing, but the effect was there.He continued to draw circles, and after Yi Lin used the "Nightmare Music Score" to force those palms back, the Supreme Mage drew the teleportation circle for a long time, and finally expanded to a size large enough for one person to pass through.

"call--"

Yi Lin let out a long sigh of relief.

He stopped singing.

The singing stopped, and the terrifying legion of pale palms did not make a comeback.

As if they were really scared.

"it is finally over."

Yi Lin is so tired.

Moreover, he felt a little ashamed to sing in front of the mage.

The sorcerer wiped the sweat off his brow, and then he got up, knowing that he had to maintain his style at this time.With a smile on his face, he extended an invitation to Yi Lin: "Would you like to travel to my world?"

"my world,"

"There are countless planets,"

"There are parallel dimensions,"