Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 98 The King of the White Tower ([-])
As Bai Jinting died again, it was similar to the feeling of waking up from a dream.

"The final that the audience is looking forward to is about to begin, and next, let's invite the fighters to come on stage!"

However, Fu Qian, who had recovered his consciousness, still heard the excited voice of the host the first time.

Sure enough, he came back again.

It was clearly a feeling of being awake in a dream just now, is this from one dream to another?

Endless Nightmare Mode?
Bai Jinting's mocking voice seemed to be still in his ears.

Fu Qian didn't care, he opened the door and walked out.

Jump, climb, and dodge until you stand on the stand where Platinum is again.

"It turns out I wasn't lying, did it?"

Bai Jinting blinked at Fu Qian, his tone full of sarcasm.

However, his eyes only blinked halfway, and he was blasted into the sky by the air bullet.

"two."

Fu Qian counted, feeling the feeling of being separated from the dream again, and heard the familiar voice again.

"The final that the audience is looking forward to is about to begin, and next, let's invite the fighters to come on stage!"

Opening the door, jumping, climbing, dodging, after completing this series of actions for the third time, Fu Qian faced Bai Jinting again.

The latter sighed while shaking his head this time, with an expression of caring for the mentally retarded.

"What you're doing makes no sense..."

"three."

Fu Qian didn't answer him, but just counted again, and Bai Jinting was smashed to pieces again.

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"Have you been completely dazzled by the killing?"

"Four."

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"Useless struggle."

"five."

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"You're completely futile and won't change anything."

"six."

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"Have you completely given up on yourself?"

"seven."

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Fu Qian tirelessly opened the door from the preparation room again and again, repeated the same set of actions, and killed Bai Jinting in various ways.

And the attitude of the latter finally changed.

From the cynicism at the beginning to the speechless choking later.

When the number of kills reached forty times, the latter finally collapsed.

Facing Fu Qian who was killing him, he began to try to escape to other places.

However, in the face of Fu Qian who had loaded dozens of times in a row and was able to kill with his eyes closed, he had no way to escape.

"What the hell do you want to do..."

Before being smashed to pieces again, Bai Jinting looked at Fu Qian with a look of despair.

"As I said just now, I've already thought about it since you said you."

"If everything repeats exactly the same, then there is really no solution to this nightmare."

Fu Qian looked at him with a smile.

"But it's different with you as an audience."

"As long as you remember the experience of each death, what I do is not a meaningless repetition."

"According to my understanding, many people are so impatient that they like to abuse the words 'countless' and 'forever'. In fact, you will find that it is often used to describe an amount that is less than three digits."

"So I doubt whether the protection you receive can really allow you to face countless deaths and reset everything over and over again."

"And in order to verify this, I am going to make an attempt and set a small goal."

Blink before paying.

"Kill you 999 times first."

"Your attitude just now, rather than giving me generous advice, might as well say that you have been trying your best to exaggerate despair, which led me to think about suicide.

I'm not sure what will happen if I commit suicide, but my instinct is that it's not a good thing. If I do that, the consequences may be... Humph! "

"So, die."

"You are simply... unreasonable!"

"You don't understand, please call me Platinum Son!"

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Fu Qian has always been a selective and patient person.

As long as one thing interested him, he didn't mind spending a little more time on it, repeating the most boring attempts with amazing patience.

In fact, if Bai Jinting was cautious enough, when he saw himself for the second time, he should pretend that nothing had changed.

This will waste more time looking for other variables.

It's a pity that, in order to increase the fashion value, he even said that his death dream would be reset, which made him the only known variable in this dream cage.

As long as it is a variable, even if it is just a statistical change, it is worth brushing. This is the quality of a top player.

Of course, it's not his fault, some people may be more persistent (perverted) than he realizes.

"You... lunatic!"

Facing the approaching Fuqian, Bai Jinting sighed in despair again.

Do you mean Darkmoon Crazy?Sorry, I'm still a little worse than those people.

"41."

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"59."

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"69."

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"99."

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When Bai Jinting was smashed to pieces for the eighth time, his wailing echoed in the White Tower for a long time.

At this time, Fu Qian was so familiar that he could do all this with his eyes closed.

But this time, the dream did not go back.

Fu Qian opened his eyes, and in front of him was Bai Jinting's broken body. This divinely favored man had completely lost his breath of life.

Sure enough, there is a limit.

138. This person's definition of eternity is really shallow enough.

It's a pity that although there is no backtracking, the dream is not over.

Fu Qian looked at the still chaotic crowd below.

Almost at the same time, Fuqian felt the gaze of a special existence.

The next moment, his body sank, as if something had been added to him, making his existence have a special connection with the whole dream.

This is?

Fu Qian clenched his fists, feeling the shock of his actions on his surroundings.

After Bai Jinting's death, the attention of the great existence in his mouth shifted to himself?Become the new King of the White Tower?
Is it possible to kill yourself next?
No.

It only took a second for Fu Qian to veto the idea.

His vitality is far stronger than that of Bai Jinting.

Now if you kill yourself, the biggest possibility is to trigger backtracking again, and then you need to repeat this process over and over until it completely collapses.

This number is likely to be astronomical.

Not to mention the possibility of direct death and mission failure.

And there is a problem. According to the performance just now, even if he dies, it is difficult to guarantee that the attention of that existence will not continue to shift to others, and a new King of the White Tower will appear.

It's the last option anyway.

Fu Qian shook his head. In short, the reminder of containment failure did not come, which means there is still a way.

What Bai Jinting said is good, the gaze of the great being may not be responding to some pious prayer, but just being attracted by something special.

Then the question arises, why did Bai Jinting attract the attention of the mysterious existence behind him?

If it was because of the weird limb-attaching technique, then Lu Ming and the others should be more competitive.

Where is the special place of Platinum Court?
Fu Qian thought for a while, then looked at the caged elevator next to him.

In the earliest time, the King of the White Tower came down on this thing.

Fu Qian stepped forward and tried to stand up, and the elevator began to slowly ascend, climbing all the way to the top of the White Tower.

Looking down at the ants-like crowd below, he somewhat understood why Bai Jinting liked to sit here.

(End of this chapter)