Is this a letter of war?

The mirror slinged his lips, showed an evil smile, raised his left hand high, and patted it beautifully with his right hand, "I'm looking forward to it! But, I won't lose!"

He lowered his eyes, his long and narrow bangs covered the expression in his eyes. He looked at his hands and trembled very little. If he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't be able to see it.

So……

He suddenly held the tennis ball hard, threw it hard, and sent it out... It was an external spin serve!

The female team member of the sea around him exclaimed and immediately looked at Jiuluo Weilan. Weilan smiled happily, as if she was satisfied with her offensive. After running a few steps, she easily caught the ball and hit back.

The mirror fan still had an evil smile and calmly hit each ball. After a few minutes, both sides still maintained the score just now. Jiuluo Weilan was a little dissatisfied with such a stalemate.

After hitting back a ball, he suddenly stopped and did not run to the point where the ball landed, but quietly closed his eyes...

Suddenly a kind of arrogant aura came to her face, and a strong wind blew up Qingchen and rushed towards the mirror fan. She narrowed her eyes slightly and took a few steps back, as if she had thought of something, but just as she opened her eyes, she was stunned...

Everything in front of you is no longer a tennis court, but a universe full of stars!

Everything around was dark blue, and on the hazy side were stars, some shining light, some spinning dimly, and under her feet was a bottomless abyss. She suddenly felt a little dizzy and took a few steps back and suddenly found that there was a yellow thing in front of her running towards her at a fast speed.

He subconsciously blocked, but no force was used to fight back.

A distant place, a gentle voice said slowly, "15-15."

Is this... still on the tennis court?

He raised his head and looked at the smiling girl opposite in confusion, "Where is this?"

"Welcome to my world... This is a fantasy created by my own realm. How come it looks very good?" Wei Lan looked at everything around her intoxicatedly, gently tapped the little stars that occasionally flew around, and smiled happily.

"What's wrong? It's your turn to serve?" She raised a finger and looked at the mirror with a smile.

He covered his dizzy head, looked at the tennis ball floating in the air, shook his head gently, picked it up, served again, but it was soft and powerless.

Looking at the mirror fan, Jiuluo Weilan suddenly smiled brightly.

She didn't believe that Yinlin's mirror fan could be cracked, and everyone who played against her lost in her world would also include Yinlin!

He fought back, looked at her dizzy look, and smiled.

dizziness……

This happens to many people...

I don't know how you should deal with it...

Hopefully, I don't feel bored.

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Looking at the ball rushing towards me quickly, Mirror Fan's head was already a little dizzy, and he became even more dazed.

One, two...how many balls are there...
Chapter completed!