Li Yi traveled to his own body in the parallel world. In a daze, he saw another Li Yi controlling his original body, crying in his arms.
Then the two looked at each other.
"Don't think about it, don't think about it at all. I don't want to go back to hell from heaven." Li Yi, the other one, got emotional and immediately cut off the contact.
"Well, well, it looks like I can't change it back."
After Li Yi finished receiving the memories, he understood why his other self was so excited.
This is a strangely resurrected world with a terrifyingly high mortality rate. Once everyone reaches adulthood, they have a chance to be selected to participate in the strange copy. Life or death, poverty or wealth, all depends on one's own ability.
Immediately afterwards, Li Yi seemed to realize that something was wrong with his state. It seems that I can become weird!
"Ha! Things are getting interesting."
Li Yi thrived in the dungeon by virtue of his half-human, half-trick identity.
But why does the painting style gradually become weird?
Gui: "Jiejiejie, you ant is just food. I want to eat you."
Li Yi smiled contemptuously upon hearing this.
Open! ! !
Wei Wei looked at Li Yi, who was full of aristocratic air, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"That big brother, I was just kidding."
"Oh, really? I'm not kidding, who's the food now?"
