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Copy number: Twins
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Copy Announcement
Number: Twins
Difficulty: SSS level (never cleared)
Rules: ① Twin flowers grow from the same root, one will prosper and both will suffer. ② Do not look directly into the guardian's eyes. ③ Conditions for clearance: Sacrifice the "other half".
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When Shen Qingxu took his sister's hand and walked into the dungeon, everyone thought they were just two lucky little white flowers.
They are so beautiful that they are not offensive in any way.
Weak, docile, and clinging to each other, like two calamus plants that will break if blown by the wind.
The teammates subconsciously protected them behind them, passing them food, blocking damage, and teaching them how to use their abilities.
Shen Qingxu is indeed weak.
Every time the dungeon ended, she would lean on her sister's shoulder to catch her breath and whisper, "Zhiyi, fortunately you are here."
Shen Zhiyi always wiped the sweat from her forehead gently: "Sister, I'm always here."
Yes, she's always there.
Shen Qingxu remembered that his sister was by his side in every copy.
Until they walked into this last copy.
Number: Twins.
The copy is full of white twin flowers, each growing side by side. If one blooms, the other will wither...
Reader comments
[Legend has it that there is a kind of flower called twin flowers, one with two flowers, growing side by side, one flower of evil and one flower of good. The flower of evil is destined to devour the flower of good, and the flower of good silently watches itself being swallowed and withered. The encounter of the twin flowers is either the climax of life or the precursor of death. We seem to always miss each other, but this time we will not miss each other]
[Legend has it that there is a kind of flower called twin flowers, one with two flowers, growing side by side, one flower of evil and one flower of good. The flower of evil is destined to devour the flower of good, and the flower of good silently watches itself being swallowed and withered. The encounter of the twin flowers is either the climax of life or the precursor of death. We seem to always miss each other, but this time we will not miss each other]