Chapter 1127

For a moment, Lin Sanjiu almost thought the Puppeteer was crazy.

Hearing that a person has been suffering in hatred for a long time, her brain will be somewhat abnormal - but she opened her mouth several times, but she couldn't even make a formed voice; Neither "how long is the [torrent of time] effect left" nor "what does it mean that you have been transmitted away".

Before she knew it, she had grown old to this extent.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't speak, but Bohemia didn't dare to speak. The air was silent for a while, and the Puppeteer suddenly glanced down from the corner of his eyes and swept over her.

"Don't misunderstand," he smiled darkly, "the [torrent of time] will make people die of aging, but it doesn't mean that you can really live to old age safely. This is just its assumption."

This sentence fell into Lin Sanjiu's ears, and she didn't react for a while. When its subtext slowly settled down, she finally understood. Suddenly, a force came from somewhere and suddenly raised her head, "you -- if you say so, it means -"

The Puppeteer turned and walked towards the shade. He didn't even mean to stop. In the blink of an eye, he went far. Only his voice was still clear: "your luck is like dog urine. Fortunately, you can smoke people a somersault at a time."

This, this means that the [torrent of time] effect is over, right? If she was indeed striding towards death, the Puppeteer would not be happy enough to say "this does not mean that you will grow old safely".

"Help... Help me," I don't know whether it's psychological effect or the body is gradually returning to spring, and Lin Sanjiu has the strength to speak again.

Bohemia didn't hear it at first, but was busy fumbling for her hair and cheeks; Until her fingers were caught by the golden brown curly hair again, she was heavily relieved, looked around, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull Lin Sanjiu up from the ground.

When Lin San falls on the ground, he must rely on the strength of others to stand up; But when her feet stood firmly, her back could be straightened, the wrinkles and spots were stretched out by her smooth and full skin, and her vision was as clear as after washing.

There was only one line between them, and they were almost reduced to dead people on the ground——

Just now, when Lin Sanjiu was dying, she was just not happy. Now as soon as her energy and strength returned to her body, she immediately seemed to be full of fuel. She couldn't help getting angry at the thought of here. The Puppeteer didn't mean to kill her, but he would never spend more time for her safety - it doesn't matter, but Bohemia has been in danger for several times because of her repeated exposure.

"Wait for me here." She whispered to Bohemia, "don't go there before I tell you."

"What are you going to do?" Just as she was about to leave, Bohemia suddenly grabbed her with a backhand: "do you still want to catch up and settle accounts?"

Lin Sanjiu actually didn't know what she wanted to do - she hesitated for a few seconds and replied, "I... I'll talk to him."

She also knows that this is similar to a fool's dream.

"I really don't understand you," Bohemia looked at the figure in the distance and said in a low voice eagerly. "Even if you want him to live, what role can you play by his side? I think he is more likely to be angry with you first. Besides, why do you feel angry? You know the puppet master... Adult, that's it. If you don't leave, you should be prepared for this."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned and couldn't answer anything for a moment.

"Let's go," Bohemia reached out and pulled her up, with the sun shining in her golden brown eyes gradually brightening at noon: "... After all, aren't we all still alive? I still know what I looked like in my last life, which may be a clue."

Being so stirred by her, when the two of them caught up with the puppet master outside the forest again, Lin Sanjiu was able to suppress his anger at last. She didn't look at Bohemia's round eyes, but only caught up a few steps, and asked in a low voice behind the lacquered black figure, "didn't you look at our position when you used [the torrent of time]?"

"You look good?"

Just four words can rekindle her anger. Lin Sanjiu deliberately lowered and flattened the sound pressure to avoid losing control of his mood: "... If you want to repent, come and kill me in a big way. I'm sure I won't run. But my friend shouldn't be implicated."

If the Puppeteer suddenly turned around and shot her out, or sneered at her so-called friendship, even if he showed by action that he didn't care what she said, it wouldn't surprise her - but he didn't do these things.

He didn't even turn his head.

The black hair, which was bright and neat and combed to the back of the head, was as bright as thick ink against the pale skin color, which made people startled.

In the light, rhythmic leather creak, Lin Sanjiu held his breath and followed him for a long time, before finally hearing his sentence, which was so light that it was almost inaudible.

"You can go."

After a pause, he continued without looking back: "you said you wanted to help me find Gong Daoyi. Now you have brought me a big witch, and this promise has been fulfilled. You can go now and roll away with your miscellaneous fish."

Lin Sanjiu didn't expect such a reaction. She slowed down and asked in a low voice, "when he comes, do you want to see him alone?"

"I've heard that people who meddle in business don't live long. I welcome you to continue."

"Is it because... Gong Daoyi is very dangerous? You don't want us involved?"

"You're really a genius for being amorous."

Lin Sanjiu bit her lip and was about to ask "are you well", when she suddenly reacted - she originally thought that the cat doctor was waiting for them outside the forest, but now she had walked between the hills for a long time, but there was no shadow of the cat doctor anywhere.

"Didn't I say," the Puppet Master said coolly, "... I've been teleported once. Didn't you find my puppet missing?"

"Wait a minute," Lin Sanjiu's thoughts were dragged back to this problem, and he hurriedly waved Bohemia closer: "have you been transmitted?"

This doesn't make sense at all. It's impossible for him to walk around another planet in space and come back in a short time. "Being sent away means that you are not here... But since you are still here, how did you send away and come back... So, doctor cat..."

"I smell a burning smell... Is my brain burning?"

When she was living close to the knife of language, Bohemia caught up, still looking honest. The puppet master suddenly stopped and turned slightly - fortunately, Lin Sanjiu stopped in time, so he didn't bump into it.

"... are you really not leaving?"

He still didn't look at them, and his eyes fell far away between the mountains and the woods. The cyan lines floated under his foggy white skin. It looked as if the sun was a little stronger, and he would transpiration and disappear at any time.

Lin Sanjiu thought for a moment. Bohemia winked at her for a long time. The meaning was obviously very clear, but she just didn't see it: "I... I think it's good to have multiple companions on the road and have a caregiver."

The Puppeteer was silent for a long time, turned his head again, picked up the speed again, and walked forward. The plain slowly faded out at some time, and fields with roads running through the earth were spread out, and human traces were about to reappear in front of us.

"You'll go."

No matter what he said, Lin Sanjiu was ignored. She decided when to leave by herself, and didn't intend to listen to others tell her what to do; But this pride can only be carried around in the stomach, and knowing it is enough.

"So, what's the matter with the transmission you said? Where's the cat doctor?"

"Look at the roads and farmland in the distance." The Puppeteer asked as he walked. Although his tone was calm, the speed was so fast that both of them were a little breathless behind him: "what do you think is missing?"

What's missing?

Lin Sanjiu looked up and felt that the human area getting closer and closer looked very ordinary: telegraph poles, street lights, highways, road signs, unseen fruit trees, large billboards standing by the road

"Is... Less people?" She asked tentatively.

Bohemia sniffed and breathed, "if you can see people anywhere, it's not the end of the world. Not to mention you're so far away."

"Your dullness is amazing." The Puppeteer gently raised his hand and compared it on the road in the distance: "didn't you find it? There isn't even a mushroom in such a large area."

"Really!" Bohemia couldn't help shouting, "adults have a clear understanding - shouldn't this area developed by human beings be a mushroom society? Ants don't live in cities. Is there a human society that doesn't depend on both sides?"

"No." The puppet master waved his hand and stopped them from moving forward. "Stop by the side of the road and don't go up."

Lin Sanjiu was full of questions, which could only be ridiculed. He didn't say a word at all, as the puppet division stopped on a slope hundreds of meters away from the highway.

"[the flood of time] should be a by-product of the flood."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Lin Sanjiu and the others were startled. "The flood disturbed the transmission law and threw me to the next world in less than 14 months. I got [the flood of time] It is also because of the sudden onset of the flood. When the transmission happened, I was tracking the people in several ant nests. I walked all the way here, crossed this slope, and got on the road... Then, the people in those ant nests turned back. I walked along the road for a while, wondering what the purpose of their visit was. As soon as I looked down, I found that my body was gradually disappearing. "

This is indeed the performance of transmission - Lin San Jiu couldn't help asking, "where did you send it?"

"Edible truth." The Puppeteer seemed to be very uncomfortable talking to her. When he listened carefully, he could distinguish the vague irritability: "... I was transmitted back to the edible truth."

"Impossible," her first reaction was these words. Looking at Bohemia again, it was obviously the same idea: "you can't transmit from the same world to the same world, because it's not called transmission at all. Even a flood -"

"Who said it was the same world?" The sound of a skate cut off her unfinished words. The Puppeteer glanced at the road in the distance and the direction of the road away, and smiled coldly: "... There is another doomsday world on the other side of the road. After I accidentally crossed over to another doomsday world, the flood broke out and sent me back. Now, is your brain burning?"