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It was raining outside the window, and the printer made a rhythmic clicking sound.

Yan Li followed the sound and saw a woman's head placed on the black old-fashioned machine on the table in the corner.

The man had a pair of obsidian eyes, his skin was shiny and elastic, and he had long straight black hair. His appearance was very similar to that of Yan Li.

It is her mother.

Seeing Yan Li looking at her, a gentle smile appeared on her mother's head.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and mist seemed to appear in her obsidian eyes.

The printer continued to work, and the neck was shot out frame by frame under the head, and then the shoulders...

The father on the sofa seemed to have just noticed Yan Li's strange gaze. He raised his head from the journal and explained calmly, "Mom is printing and will make dinner in a while. Today there is braised pork that you like to eat."

Yan Li suddenly came back to his senses, and the curse in his heart had already bypassed the eighteen bends of the mountain road.

Is she crazy or the world is crazy!

She was obviously still on the street where monsters were rampant just now, looking at her father who was only half alive!

In the blink of an eye, I returned to my childhood home, looking at my mother who was half printed, and my father who had grown half back!

Although she has killed many people, she is a good person and should not suffer such retribution.

Yan Li thought about it, and subconsciously moved towards the place where the weapons were placed.

Her hand went empty, and her sniper rifle and the broken saber disappeared.

Yan Li thought about it, becoming increasingly vigilant.

She had reason to suspect that the crack where the monster emerged was probably some kind of space-time black hole. After she fell into it, she entered a new and strange little world.

And nothing in real life can be brought into the small world...

When Yan Li thought of this, her body suddenly stiffened, and she slowly put her hand into her trouser pocket.

The metal melon seed that had been cut out from Vincent's hand was now lying in her pocket.

The transparent plastic bag specially used to carry mission items is gone, and her hands can now directly feel the burning heat of the thing.

It was in her hand like a beating heart.

At this moment, a clear mechanical voice suddenly sounded in my ears, "Dungeon mission: complete escape from No. 218 Qingnian Road; countdown: 3 hours." Page (1/3)