Zhou Fei did not expect Song Fei to understand her own words full of postmodernism.
As I said before, he is panicking now, and he has to talk non-stop to relieve the pressure, and the more he talks, some subconscious theories and logic will unconsciously emerge.
Moreover, the analogy between the system and the virus seems to Zhou Fei to be the most reasonable and intuitive explanation for the current situation.
Regrettably, this explanation can only persuade himself, and dissatisfied others.
After all, with Song Fei’s high IQ, it’s not even possible to understand Zhou Fei's words...
Fortunately, Song Fei did not get too entangled in these "minutias."
Of course, even if she wants to struggle, she doesn't have the ability, so the smartest way is to replace those words that she doesn't understand, as much as possible in her own mind. This is difficult, but I can barely understand what Zhou Fei said just now.
Zhou Fei has completely entered the mode of talking to himself. In this brief moment, he shielded everything around him, the wind and snow, the streets, the predicament, and Song Fei.
"If I could find out my problem earlier, I might be able to fix the big formation before the watcher enters Chang'an City. This situation will be completely reversed, and with the firearms that Chang'an City has, I will defend myself for half a year. There is no problem. In half a year, Datang, a huge national machine, will be able to respond as it should be. After half a year, we will be able to transform from a strategic defense to a strategic offensive and completely smash the Daomen's conspiracy."
"Ah, maybe not more than half a year. As long as the big formation is intact, I believe that the wisdom of the Lord will definitely not attack the city. Maybe they will change their policy and turn around to run the occupied cities. I have heard many rears. There have been spontaneously formed militia teams in all the cities, and they have fought with the garrisons of various countries. The backbone of the Tang people will not be bent if the city of Chang'an is still there. Moreover, even if Chang'an is gone, the strength of Tang will still exist. I believe More than 80% of the people in Tang Dynasty would not want to be subjugated slaves. As long as they had the opportunity, they would desperately take back what they lost."
"I'm so stupid. It's all because of me that the situation has fallen to such an uncontrollable level now. If I don't trap Yue Jingyu completely to death in Chang'an City, I will be the sinner of Datang through the ages."
After a burst of self-talking, Zhou Fei's eye cornered Song Fei, who was in a sluggish state, and immediately returned.
God came, "I'm sorry, I was a little gagged just now."
Song Fei shook her head: "It's good to say it. These are the pressures in your heart. If you can say it, it means that your mentality is slowly relaxing. After all, this kind of thing will happen if you hold it in your heart for too long. The problem is, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to tell you to release these pressures, but I didn't expect you to take the lead yourself."
Zhou Fei took a deep breath: "Don't tell me, my mentality really improved after I told it. Let's go, the battle is not over yet, we have to work hard."
But the two stopped again after walking a few steps.
Across the sky of wind and snow, Zhou Fei saw the outline of a human figure.
Without much analysis and judgment, Zhou Fei recognized the identity of this figure in an instant.
Knowing Yue and watching the subject, Yue Jingyu.
Song Fei naturally saw it too, her reaction was a bit more intense than Zhou Fei's, and she even took out her own paintbrush for the first time.
This is Song Fei's weapon.
The distance between the two sides is very long, one is on the street and the other is at the end of the alley. At the same time, there is heavy snow falling down, blocking the view. But Zhou Fei was able to see the subject clearly. From the subtle expressions on his face to the cracks in his robe, Zhou Fei could see clearly.
The intensive attack before, finally made Yue Jingyu pay the price.
But this price was not enough to make Yue Jingyu suffer too much.
At most, the robe was cut.
Perhaps there are some internal injuries that can't be judged by eyesight, but Yue Jingyu's standing there is enough to explain everything.
Zhou Fei won for a moment, and the subject always wins undefeated!
Zhou Fei clenched his fist silently, and the inscription knife was in his sleeve robe, and it could slip onto his palm at any time.
Song Fei stood in front of Zhou Fei, "You go first."
"You can't stop it." Zhou Fei said.
"Guardian will never kill me." Song Fei said: "And I want to fight him again."
Zhou Fei said: "It's not necessary."
"It's too late to walk, how can you become so long-winded." Song Fei was a little angry, the brush in her hand had already begun to dance, and one after another pattern symbols bloomed on the tip of the pen, forcing the wind and snow to retreat.
"Miss Song, you are an outsider, there is no need to work so hard for Datang."
The subject’s voice penetrated the wind and snow and fell into the two of them
In the ears.
Such a simple sentence almost made Song Fei lose his mind.
It is necessary to know that the master has been shuttled in the turbulent space for a long time, and has also been attacked by the eye. Under such a huge consumption, a word of his can still make Song Fei lose his mind.
The horror of power is no longer summed up in words.
Song Fei hurriedly waved her paintbrush to stabilize her heart with painting.
Zhou Fei's end was worse than Song Fei's. Those words were like a heavy hammer, which hit his heart fiercely. Zhou Fei let out a muffled groan, clutching his chest and knelt on one knee.
Song Fei wanted to ask about Zhou Fei's situation, but she couldn't do that.
If this breath was vented, she would be worse than Zhou Fei.
She can only desperately maintain the rune enchantment drawn out, use her own strength to fight the watcher, and buy Zhou Fei a moment of breathing time.
Zhou Fei, kneeling on the ground, felt a burning sensation in the palm of his left hand.
This burning sensation did not come from the watcher, but from the formation, the chess piece that related to the life and death of the entire Chang'an City.
The formation felt the master, and as the most important hub in Chang'an, it naturally wanted to fight the master.
The reason is also very simple. This chess piece contains the aura of a master.
Even if there is only one breath in the chess piece, it is the breath of the master.
The master's arrogance was perfectly inherited by this breath.
So it will never be afraid to fight because of its own weakness.
More importantly, the chess piece is also a concrete product of the large array. It can be said that it is a condensed large array, a large array that has stood for thousands of years, and there is no reason to fear a master who has only lived for hundreds of years.
Zhou Fei felt the arrogance of the chess piece, slowly raised his head and exhaled.
Then he stood up.
"You did bring me some unnecessary trouble." The subject's voice came again: "However, you can't change anything."
When the voice fell, Song Fei spurted blood, and the paintbrush in her hand fell on the snow.
Zhou Fei stepped forward and hugged her. After saying "I'm sorry", he tapped her chest several times, which helped her stabilize her mind, so that she would not be directly shocked to death by the Lord's words. .
Song Fei looked at Zhou Fei: "I'm really useless."
Zhou Fei said: "You have done a good job. Next, leave it to me."
(End of this chapter)