My doppelganger drama

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Xue Ran swallowed the blood mist escaping around him, and the sky was gradually dyed with its color.

However, its influence has nothing to do with the man in colorful clothes in front of him. His color seems to be fixed in this world and will not be contaminated by other dirty colors.

Don't be so angry when you just woke up. I'll take you to another place to calm down. The man in colorful clothes said his tone was still gentle.

Xue Ran was about to continue his movements when his body suddenly froze in place, and then his whole body stagnated, as if a restraining technique had been applied to it.

Then, a circle of colorful formations formed around the blood-stained feet, and the man in colorful clothes clapped gently.

Snapped!

The blood stain suddenly disappeared.

With the departure of the source, the vision caused by the blood staining also stopped abruptly.

After doing all this, the man in colorful clothes stood quietly, his hands hanging naturally on his sides.

After a while, overwhelming cheers filled the city walls and even most of Dieyun City.

Supreme worship to the sky, it will provide shade for all generations!

Such cries can be heard everywhere.

That's it? Brother Duomu said directly and coldly.

Damn it, you're really not afraid of death. Meta couldn't help baring his teeth after hearing his words.

When I saw that bloody thing, I ran away without hesitation and said I was a coward.

As a result, now I can make rude remarks with a nonchalant expression in this situation.

Is this my new little brother afraid of death?

Meta couldn't help him anymore.

It's still the same, that's it. Ricardo looked back and said calmly.

Mehta is shocked.

Boss! Although I know you dote on Duomu, can you accompany him and say such things in this situation? !

Ahem, um, that's about it. So Meta also cleared his throat, feeling that if he didn't say something to highlight his personality, it might be a bit inappropriate in this small circle of three people.

Then I found that there was no sound. I turned around and found that Ricardo had already left with Brother Dom, so I had to follow him in embarrassment.

Boss, what did that man with poor clothes do? Why can't he move after being stained with blood? Brother Duomu asked on the road.

His special abilities are unknown and almost no one knows about them.

Ricardo paused for a moment and then said: In the moment of being paused, you will recall your life in your mind.

That's it? Brother Duomu was a little surprised.

Doesn't sound like a very powerful ability?

But it's definitely not that simple to perform.

A revolving door? Meta interjected after hearing this.

Probably. Ricardo said.

It sounds like you've endured it, boss? Brother Duomu asked upon seeing this.

Meta: ...

He was too lazy to complain about his new little brother's not afraid of death appearance.

Can we dig more into this suspected boss’s dark history? Don’t be afraid of being silenced!

Well, I couldn't see through his depth at all. After a few rounds of fighting, I was frozen in place. I didn't even realize when it was over. If he was willing, he could kill me in an instant. As a result, Rika Taiya said it so calmly.

Meta: ...

He was too lazy to complain about how much his big brother doted on his new little brother.

However, Lord Ricardo actually fought against Master Baicang! ?

Can you still join the Worshiping Sect in the end like this?

Meta recalled some of the rumors he had heard after joining the sect, and couldn't help but feel more in awe of his high priest.

…

Being led by Ricardo and forgetting about drinking, the three of them finally returned to Bai Cang's headquarters in Dieyun City.

As soon as Ricardo came back, he said he was going to a meeting and left directly.

Meta also said that he wanted to go back to rest. Originally he just wanted to have a drink and have fun and see if the dancer he had seen here and miss was still there, but it all fell through.

He needs to be quiet, and the scalp on the back of his head still hurts, so he may need to be wary of the risk of baldness.

As a result, Brother Duomu suddenly felt free in this place.

The headquarters of Baicang is a huge church building complex. The overall style looks bright and grand, which is completely inconsistent with the cult style.

Of course, it's just the overall situation. Some top branch sects are stationed here, and their respective strongholds are the dancing demons.

Brother Duomu had never seen this place well before. Meta told him that there was nothing interesting to see here, they were all crazy people.

I don’t know why people who are so free and comfortable in a cult can call others crazy.

Brother Duomu was bored and walked around.

Because of the blood-stained attack on the city, there was some chaos here in Baicang. People could be seen walking around quickly everywhere, cursing and praying in various ways.

There are not only worshipers here, but also many ordinary believers of worshipers. They come here to pray and worship. At this time, they encountered disaster and revived, and there were a lot of such people suddenly.

Brother Duomu came to the public worship area and looked at the object of everyone's prayers.

Nothing.

There is nothing there, only a magnificent sky behind a colorful skylight, bearing the prayers of so many people.

It's amazing.

Do you feel amazing? A gentle voice suddenly whispered beside you.

Brother Duomu turned his head and found the man in colorful clothes sitting on the bench nearest to him.

But no one around seemed to notice his appearance.

Otherwise, a group of people might not be chanting to the sky, but would be kneeling directly towards him.

I have no intention of fabricating a false and concrete god, and I have no such frivolous and childish thoughts. What is 'celestial'? It is naturally 'heaven', not the god 'god', but a common 'sky' .”

The man in colorful clothes spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people around him.

Why are you telling me this? Brother Duomu said nonchalantly.

Haha, I thought you would be a little curious.

This is true. Brother Duomu sat down next to the man in colorful clothes.

I am not all I am. After sitting down, he said abruptly.

Well, that's it. The man in colorful clothes tilted his head slightly. Although he was wearing the crying face mask, he could still feel his gaze.

If what you said is true, then I have recognized the wrong person. But that's okay. If you are not me, you are at least my shadow.

Brother Duomu glanced at him: You know a lot.

Do you believe that I am the leader of the Baicang Cult now? The man in colorful clothes said with a slight smile in his tone.

Brother Dome blinked.

This person doesn't seem to be that big-hearted.

If you don't believe it, Master Baicang must be an open-minded person. So he counterattacked in a relaxed tone.

I'm not willing to suffer a little loss in terms of words. The man in colorful clothes said.

He didn't seem to care, but Brother Dom felt that he was just pretending.

Such a narrow-minded person must have kept several small notebooks of everything in his heart, and he can take them out at any time to criticize others.

Wan Yi is too familiar with this kind of person.

You are not the self, that is the shadow. But the reason why I misjudged you as the self is that it seems that your shadow is not much different from the original, at least at the level of imagery. The man in colorful clothes said slowly and leisurely.

No wonder, I used to wonder why there are two selves in one era. Even if there are only remnants of the previous selves, they are at least not completely dead. They should not have met the conditions for the reinvention of new individuals.

What did you say? Brother Duomu's eyes suddenly became serious.

The man in colorful clothes seemed to have revealed some incredible information just now.

The remnants of the previous generation? Reconstruction of new individuals?

I finally surprised you a little. It's really not easy. Do you believe that I am the leader of Baicang now?

I don't think Master Baicang would use such a petty way to interest others.

The man in colorful clothes shook his head slightly: All disasters in the four stages will be engraved on the place of origin. A name is a template. When the situation is suitable and the deep ether is intensified, the sea will make those empty templates filled.

Is this disaster recovery?

The man in colorful clothes nodded slightly.

Brother Duomu didn't say much.

Don't you ask? the man in colorful clothes asked.

what?

Why am I telling you this, and stuff like that.

I feel like I'm at a disadvantage if I ask.

A tantrum kid? You.

It's up to you how you interpret it, Mr. Fake Leader.

Well, then consider it my kindness to help you. My plan no longer needs me, and considering the friendship in the past, I am happy to provide a shelter for the homeless scum and let her do what she wants. thing.

The man in colorful clothes spoke helplessly and took the initiative to tell: However, there are still some people who are still obsessed with this. The core remnants of the self should still be pushed by invisible obsessions to walk on their own old path.

The shadows of family members immediately flashed through Wan Yi's mind.

I don't think these scraps can become something great. I believe some people think so too, so in the end, they may focus more on you.

The man in colorful clothes finally faced Wan Yi with his crying face mask: If possible, I hope you will take care of yourself. I remind you to cause more trouble for my competitors.

After saying that, his figure suddenly disappeared.

Brother Duomu was stunned and looked around.

I didn't feel at all when the other person left.

It was the same thing when the man in colorful clothes approached before, and he didn't notice it at all.

This seems... to be a fragment inserted into your memory. The Green Goblin said in his mind.

Fragments of memory.

The other party's ability should be related to memory. You were just sitting there in a daze just now, as if you were reminiscing. But we were also affected at the time, and we only reacted from the sidelines after the memory was over. The little princess He added in a solemn tone.

Brother Dome leaned back in his chair.

So was the one he met at the Sinking Sky Island Group real or fake?

Wan Yi didn't feel anything unusual at that time.

But it’s hard to say specifically.

Still can't think too much, otherwise it will feel like a matryoshka doll.

Brothers, it feels like things are getting more and more troublesome.

Well, it seems so.