When An Xuefeng's kiss fell, Wei Yan lazily held him back, An Xuefeng controlled his strength to pick him up and took Wei Yan to the bed. This is Wei Yan's room, a wide and soft double bed, Yu He and Hui He followed.

Tong Hege is going to deal with the mutual assistance league. One person with a cat with a cat with fast cocoon is not here.

There are only two of them in the room.

An Xuefeng rolled over the bed and asked Wei Yan to lie on his body. Watching his hot breath floating in front of Wei Yan's soft white hair, he smiled unconsciously, and then he closed his eyes. Many tour guides and passengers

The depth connection is at night. In the mind of the mind, there is the deepest secret of human souls. Countless memories that they do not want to be perceived by outsiders are fragile and soft.

Even if there is a relationship, trusting each other, you need to relax if you want to be completely open. Many times like psychological counseling, it is necessary to match the soft lights, soft and faint, soak it after taking a hot bath, then let the nerves soothe the nerves to soothe the nerves.

Exclusive, in a closed and safe room, the two sides are easier to open.

However, An Xuefeng's self -control made him unnecessary to need these auxiliary methods, so he opened himself completely to Wei Yan. His eyes slightly, Wei Yan did not work hard this time, he entered his spiritual illusion.

"Woo-"

The whale sounded, the ethereal was pleasing, and the joy was full of joy. But when Wei Yan opened his eyes, he didn't see the killer whale, nor was it the ocean. The surrounding was dark, and there were five fingers. There were only two places with dullness.

One place is a bright red blood road under the feet, and the other is the dusk cemetery in front of it.

"Um?"

Wei Yan hummed doubtful. Last time he entered An Xuefeng's spiritual illusion before entering the Beijing Suburban Palace, he remembered that he entered the second layer of illusion with the blood on the killer whale, carried a killer whale across the blood road, and walked towards the cemetery.

. Finally, I faint when I arrived at the cemetery, and came out of An Xuefeng's mind.

I did not expect that as soon as I came in this time, I was in front of the second layer of cemetery.

"Killer whale?"

Wei Yan did not enter the cemetery first. Instead, he looked for killer whale everywhere. It was confirmed that it was not there, and his eyes fell into the cemetery.

In An Xuefeng's spiritual illusion, there will definitely be his shadow. What is the lonely killer whale on the ocean before, what is the cemetery?

The blood road under his feet has been extended to the door of the cemetery, allowing Wei Yan to have a subtle premonition in his heart. No longer hesitation, he walked to the cemetery, pushed the narrow rust door, and when the door was pushed

The faded old photos. Wei Yan did not panic, but calmly observed the changes around him.

Gradually, he heard the hazy voice.

"Huh, one round of ten years?"

Young, firm, powerful, with a little bit of confidence and flying.

"Then let our generation break it!"

It was An Xuefeng's voice! Wei Yan recognized it all at once. This sound was basically exactly the same as the young An Xuefeng!

Breaking the reincarnation of ten years? For the first time, Wei Yan thought about it when he knew the rules of ten years. I did not expect that in that decade, An Xuefeng, who had stood to the top soon, also thought so!

"Okay, we all follow you!"

Another male voice sounded, thick and loud, full of trust, accompanied by a big laugh, it was Wang Peng's voice.

"Don't grind Matsu Er, I have done a bottle! I won't get drunk tonight!"

The vibrant young people's voice, with the northeast cavity, is the song.

"Go and go, don't feed Xiaole, he is only nine years old! Let me see that I can cut your kid."

British -free female voice, Wei Yan has never heard of it, but the nine -year -old Mao Xiaole explained that this was the "first generation" return ten years ago, so this female voice should be Music Orange.

In a lively and cheerful sound, it seems to be a celebration banquet before departure, but the voice of someone in the lively is still calm: "If we follow the rules of the Changshou, the probability of our survival is 89.98, but according to this, according to this

The possibility of our success is only 55.95 %. It is recommended that you write a good testament. "

This is the voice of Bai Xiaosheng.

"Dead, what's terrible!"

The tender child sounded, but it brought a lot of suffocation, and the sound was a bit sharp. It was a paranoid nine -year -old Mao Xiaole.

"As long as I kill more people, then die!"

"Bai Xiaosheng is right, this time we may not be able to live, and we have no tour guides. The possibility of being out of control caused by pollution is not low."

The sound of steady and indifferent, very familiar, is Yu and Hui.

"I have already written the testament, but ..."

His voice suddenly softened and brought a smile: "But don't have such a big pressure. The sky collapsed and tall. There are so many big tour guides above.

"

"Yes!"

"It's right to talk to Hui!"

"What kind of testament, I don't write!"

"Hahahaba Xiaosheng, you are thinking about the green plum bamboo horse in reality."

Warm and cheerful conversation, you say a word, you can drink and drink, and the vigor is almost overflowing. Until the light is dim, like the night comes, the conversation will gradually go away until completely disappear.

A person's back also appeared in Wei Yan's vision. He tall and tall, short hair, neat hair, tiger back bee, black combat clothes, military pants and military boots, back with a return knife.

Young Anxuefeng.

There was no sound around, and the silence was a little weird. Wei Yan glanced at it and found that there was no tombstone in front of him. The cemetery that I saw before seemed to have disappeared.

However, An Xuefeng finally appeared in the second layer of spiritual fantasy, and Wei Yan did not panic. He stepped forward and walked to the young An Xuefeng.

At this moment, he suddenly heard something vaguely. At the same time, he was faintly ahead, and some people appeared. Those shadows are too illusory, and they can't see the real face. They can only be seen roughly to see tall and thin.

At these shadows, the sound of the disappearance came back again, and the sound of fighting sounded, accompanied by the roar roar and human screams of unknown monsters, it seemed particularly miserable.

"Haven't An team come yet? There was another group of enemies in front of the team, we can't hold it!"

The anxious male voice sounded, accompanied by the painful coldness, it was Yu and Hui.

"Don't worry, I believe that the captain will come soon, and then everyone will do this group of cubs together!"

Wang Pengyao's voice was hoarse, but he was still full of trust.

"Come on, the team, everyone is here, just wait for you!"

It's the voice of Jihe Ge.

"Now the layout is completed, the captain, you now shoot, our success rate is 99 %."

There seems to be a shadow looking back, and it should be a hundred Xiaosheng to listen to this sound.

But the young An Xuefeng still stood still, as if he didn't hear any sound, like a stone statue.

If there is no accident, this magical illusion may represent the past on the battlefield ten years ago! Wei Yan was most interested in the battlefield, but after a little analysis, he regretted it.

These may not be real. In Wang Pengsuri's brief talk before, An Xuefeng has been fighting at the forefront, resisting the most dangerous enemies, and repelled the enemy several times.

The traitor behind the rear.

Therefore, the illusion in front of me is false. It is estimated that some painful memories of An Xuefeng are distorted and condensed. The purpose is to lead to the young An Xuefeng next to him.

Just as Wei Yan thought like this, the noise suddenly became bigger, as if there was something horrible monster, and even Wang Pengjiu was shocked by shocked.

With the sound of brutal biting and chewing, countless people cried and called An Xuefeng's name.

"Brothers are all sacrificed, captain, sister Orange, sister Orange is dead."

"Yu and Hui didn't come back, I'm afraid ..."

"Brother, brother, you support for a while, you support it for a while, don't sleep, don't sleep."

"Xiaole, Xiaole, come back soon!"

"Captain didn't take it, I'll get revenge for everyone, let go of me, I fight with it!"

"Captain, Captain, why are you still not taking the shot, what are you waiting for!"

"Should I take a shot."

When the screaming and calling became more and more fierce, just then, An Xuefeng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. Although he did not look back, Wei Yan knew that An Xuefeng was talking to him ... or An Xuefeng

Just talking to himself. But how about him.

"Why not?"

Wei Yan asked, and the young An Xuefeng froze, and finally turned his head, looking down at him, his voice was low: "You know, this is a illusion, not true."

Can this young An Xuefeng also see, is this a fantasy realm in front of me?

Even in the magical realm, he is still calm and rational.

But isn't this wise and calm, but let him be trapped?

Wei Yan raised his brows and observed the expression of young An Xuefeng. But when Wang Pengliu roared, An Xuefeng's eyes moved slightly. Obviously, he was tortured and died in the face of his teammates, even if he knew that this was a illusion, he

Still indifferent.

Death again and again was a cruel torture for him. But because he knew that this was a fantasy, the illusion was attracting him, and An Xuefeng, who was rational and calm, would not do it.

So I have been tortured by the illusion.

"What about the illusion? What will happen to you?"
To be continued...