Chapter 1408 Chapter 60 "Your Eyes Are Full of Time." (Including Silver "Praise the Undead of the Sun Knight" 3k Plus More

Chapter 1408 Chapter 60·"Your eyes are full of time." (Including silver "Praise the Undead of the Sun Knight" 3k plus update

Xiaobai's pupils shrank, and he shouted coldly:

"He is lying to you!"

Si Que's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his voice:

"Mr. Lighthouse will not lie to me! He said that he will see me a long time later, and I will still be alive at that time. I have become a super lazy bird!"

Xiaobai snatched the purple-gold feather pen that Si Que was about to write in his hand, and broke it in half with a "click":

"He lied to you! Lied to you! You can't hold on at all. You are a magpie, and a magpie can only live for twenty years at most!"

The extremely cruel words pierced in like a sharp knife.

Xiaobai was indifferent for thousands of years, and finally lost the self-restraint of an immortal. Hui Bai has left, and she doesn't want to see Si Que again in a short time Die.

If she had known this, she shouldn't have accepted any disciples or become any master. She is still the frost and snow that never melts on the top of the sacred mountain, not a mortal who would hesitate for a bet or waver for a piece of candy!

Si Que's pupils trembled, and he finally realized a fact that he had overlooked.

Fear sprouted from the bottom of his heart, and soon took root and sprouted, running through him.

"Mr. Lighthouse... will he lie to me?" His lips trembled, and his thoughts turned around and around: "No, Mr. Lighthouse will not lie to me, but Master will not lie to me either..."

Who is right?

Can he live to that distant future?

Due to the aging of blood vessels, the heart felt a contraction pain. He loosened half of the feather pen weakly and coughed heavily. Blood mixed with dried flesh and blood spurted out of his throat .

"Cough, cough, cough, cough...!!"

He felt a pain in his heart, and he covered his chest tightly. His heart was already extremely weak.

He could hear the sound of his whole body weakening. His muscles were atrophied, his blood vessels were brittle, his organs were aging, his hair was graying... These signs had been with him for half a year.

Lifespan is always an insurmountable issue.

Whether it is a dragon, an elf, a celestial race...or even a long-lived immortal species, they cannot exceed the established lifespan.

What's more, a magpie.

He has ordinary hands and feet, ordinary flesh and blood, and ordinary bones - how can he live for five thousand years from the Second Era to the Fourth Era?

How can he break the eternal rules of the world and think that he is the only special one and that he is rare in a thousand years? Genius, so the limit of life span will not fall on him?

He is just a magpie who likes to eat golden wheat, likes to sleep against a tree, and likes to help Grandma Martha and the blacksmith uncle with work.

He is just... a magpie.

He had always ignored this point before because the established death had not yet arrived, and he still had time to devote himself to the creation he loved. However, when he found that his body was getting weak, he finally began to panic.

"Mr. Lighthouse... Mr. Lighthouse! Mr. Lighthouse!!" He suddenly called out loudly, trying to stand up, but his whole body was weak, and with a "bang", he knocked the hanger crooked and fell forward.

His body was too weak, he struggled for a while, but could only collapse on the ground, like a fish out of water, not elegant at all.

"Mr. Lighthouse... God of Lighthouse! Did you lie to me? Can I really live two eras later?"

But he would not get a response.

When he controlled his body, Su Mingan could not respond to him.

Xiaobai hesitated for a while, squatted down, looked at Si Que's golden eyes, and seemed to have made some kind of determination:

"Si Que. "

"I used to travel all over Luowasha and collected the immortal herbs that can help you prolong your life. As long as you stop writing from now on and never waste your vitality, I can at least help you prolong your life for fifty years."

"You can live to about seventy years old, which is the age of a sixty-year-old man, not short. You can experience the whole process of growing up, getting married, having children, and family happiness, and your life will be complete."

"But you must promise not to do anything that will consume your vitality during the journey...including creation. Otherwise, the medicinal effect of the immortal herbs will be cut off."

"Based on your current situation, if you don't prolong your life...you can only hold on for half a year at most."

"Nod your head, and I will help you realize it."

The beautiful golden eyes stared at her for a long time.

Trembling, thinking, fearful, but slightly bright.

For a long, long time...so long that she thought he was about to fall asleep.

In the darkness, his hoarse voice came out:

"Master. ”

“I want to participate in the Luowasha Creator Competition, so that the whole world can see my story, and see me - 'Sima Que Olivers'.”

“I have written the fifth story of the twelve stories. This is a story about a magpie who refuses to give up. It would rather spread its wings and fly for dozens of days than break its wings for a lifetime.”

“I want... I want Qiao to be proud of me, and I want my sister to see... her brother standing on the world stage.”

“Now the scientific community is still suppressing the creator world, and even launched a witch trial-like hunting activity, hunting down creators on a large scale, believing that creators are the sinners who destroyed the scientific edifice. I must stand on the world stage, as the first creator, to tell the world that creation is not a shameful thing. I want to tell twelve stories to let people understand that the world must change, a new era has been created, creators should be respected, and I am the new wave.”

“This is something only I can do, a mission that only I can accomplish.”

"Please let me finish the last story."

After hearing Si Que's answer, Xiao Bai closed his eyes.

Slowly, she exhaled, her heart pounding with sour and piercing emotions.

She had already got his answer.

"Okay."

Qian Qin beside her was already in tears, clutching her chest tightly:

"Why..."

Why is it that things in the world are never perfect, why is life often accompanied by sorrow.

It seems that the three of them will never go back to the day when they ate wontons together at the foot of the mountain.

...

[To my best friend Su Ming'an:]

[June 9, 153]

[Mr. Lighthouse, good night.]

[You once predicted that I would live a long, long time later. But Master told me that life span can never be exceeded. Which one is the truth?]

[But...I won't give up. I will drive a wheelchair and explore all over the world while writing twelve stories. Maybe, maybe some magical races really have a way to prolong their lifespan...]

[I still hope to believe your prediction. I believe we can meet in the Fourth Era. ]

[The always hopeful · Que]

…

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

[July 19, 153]

[It has been a long time since I waited for you to control the body. After all, for you, my long time is just a short moment.]

[I have already gone down the mountain, Qianqin is worried and always accompanies me.]

[She said, when I can't walk, she becomes my legs. When I can't see, she becomes my eyes. When I can't pick up a weapon, she becomes my knight.]

[This month, we went to the Temple Mountain. The Temple Mountain is a pure white island with angel statues and ivory-white sacrificial buildings. It is the residence of angels and the Celestial Clan, and it is also the place where Luowasha is closest to the gods. I used the fame of "Olives" to meet several angels, and they told me that they couldn't do anything about my situation.]

[It doesn't matter, we still have many places to go. 】

【·Que received the white rose from the angel and proudly wore it on his chest】

…

【To my dear friend Su Mingan:】

【August 11, 153】

【Today, the Isha flower on the sacred mountain bloomed. When we passed by, Qianqin picked one and gave it to me. 】

【The flower is as white as frost and snow, which reminds me of the days when we recited poems together on the hillside. 】

【This month, we went to many places. Qianqin was frightened by the Zerg in the Interstellar Corridor. She is most afraid of this kind of insect-like thing...haha. The scenery of the Cloud Island is very beautiful. Qianqin likes the white clouds there and said she would make me a cotton candy drink. We also ventured to the Athas Hell. I heard that the legendary big devil Perlo ruled here, but we only met ghosts and undead. Qianqin was not scared this time. She actually liked this kind of ghost-like creature... You can't judge a person by his appearance. 】

【People who believe in Viridodo, the god of inspiration, built a tower to store the wisdom of the world: the Supreme Tower. Qianqin and I went there too, but the bishop told us with regret that he couldn't do anything about lifespan. ]

[It's okay, we still have many places to go. ]

[By the way, my fifth story "Little Magpie on the Branch" is almost finished, and it will be automatically included in the Book of the World. I hope you like it. ]

[Looking forward to continuing my journey, Magpie]

…

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

[September 8, 153]

[Good morning, my dear friend. ]

[This month, we went to the famous Sea of ​​Eternal Life. This is the place we are most confident in, after all, it is named "Eternal Life". ]

[It is a vast, blue, emerald-like sea. Qianqin and I asked a mermaid friend to take us to the sea. ]

[The barbecue at the bottom of the sea is delicious, with a fresh and fresh taste... But my sense of taste seems to have degenerated, I can't taste it, and I will vomit if I eat something greasy... It's okay, Qianqin helped me taste it, and she liked it very much. ]

[What bothers me is that my hearing seems to be fading away... Alas, how can I write something musical? The quality of my writing will decline. ]

[Magpie longing for a piece of barbecue]

...

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

[November 13, 153]

[I'm sorry that it took so long to write a new letter. ]

[I was unconscious for more than a month. If it weren't for Huan Jiala taking me to the Moonlight Forest in time and drinking the Fountain of Life, the treasure of the elves, I would not have woken up. ]

[Huang Jiala said that my vitality was rapidly flowing away with the tip of my pen, and the day I finished the fifth story would be the day I left. He advised me not to write anymore. ]

[...Haha. ]

[But without a story that I am proud of, how can I participate in the 18-year-old Creator Conference? ]

[Yes, I am an extremely cold person. Just because I was looking for inspiration, I made Su Wenjun suffer. Just for honor and fame, just to win a championship, I don't want to stop writing. 】

【I am such a person. 】

【Huangala wanted to persuade me, but I left him in the Moonlight Forest... He should have gone home long ago. He should not be a gift from the princess to me. From now on, he is free. 】

[I have to start thinking about other things after my death... I sent a large sum of money to my sister, which is enough for her and Qiao to live a good life. I remember that Qiao always wanted a sophisticated airship device, and now his wish has come true. By the way, my sister has always wanted a beautiful court dress. I will give it to Princess Esdani... No, now I should call her Queen Esdani. I will write a letter to Her Majesty the Queen and ask her to give my sister a beautiful long dress. ]

[That's... all right. ]

[There should be no regrets. ]

[There are still some regrets·Que]

...

[To my dear friend Su Ming'an:]

[November 29, 153]

[My condition has worsened, and I can't see, Mr. Lighthouse. ]

[But I can still smell the scent of ink and feel the touch of the feather pen on my fingertips. ]

[I can still write and create. 】

【Still strong·Que】

…

【To my dear friend Su Mingan:】

【December 6, 153】

【I can't hear the sound. 】

【But I can still smell the fragrance of Isha flowers and continue to write stories. 】

【I feel Qianqin holding my hand and writing on the paper:】

【"——We will have a bright future, Si Que."】

【Want to drink tea and listen to the flowers bloom·Que】

…

【To my dear friend Su Mingan:】

【December 16, 153】

【The last touch began to disappear. 】

【My eyes were dark. 】

【But in my mind——there is always a splendid and extremely broad world. 】

【Ideals are always beautiful and shining like gems. 】

【Waiting for the dawn in the dark night·Que】

…

【To my good and eternal friend Su Mingan:】

【December 29, 153】

【I have lost my sight and hearing, this is a letter I wrote in advance. 】

【…Qianqin and I went to the last place, the Twilight Realm. 】

【All journeys have ended, and we have no way to prolong our lives. 】

【We were forced to stop the journey because I was already out of breath and shaking all over, and had to stop for an IV to maintain my life… To be honest, this letter was dictated by me and written by Qianqin… By the way, Qianqin! Come and say hello to the God in me! (Accompanied by a line of smaller words: [Hello, God, I am Qianqin. Thank you for taking care of Si Que.] Accompanied by a crooked smile.)】

【The place where we finally stopped was a small town with golden wheat ears, which was very similar to the wheat village where I lived when I was a child. I was no longer able to return to the Red Pagoda or climb the sacred mountain, so I could only spend my last days in this unknown town. ]

[Her Majesty the Queen wrote back, saying that she had given Si Hua an extremely beautiful court dress, but Si Hua just eagerly asked where her brother had gone. ]

[In order to avoid my sister's sadness, I deceived her. She still thought that I was still traveling around the continent as the brilliant "Star of Viridodo", enjoying the romance and wantonness of youth. ]

[However, what my sister didn't know was that I was already an "old man", haha...]

[Her Majesty the Queen also said that the covenant she made that year was still valid. Even though I was old, if I was willing, she would still marry me as her husband and hold a wedding immediately. Let my name live forever in the royal history and enjoy all the good things in the last stage of my life. ]

[However, I rejected her. I understand her vague feelings for me, but why should I delay her. ]

[...Mr. Lighthouse, my dear friend. ]

[I still want to believe your prediction, believe that I will live a long, long time later... believe that a miracle will happen when I am dying, and something magical will happen to extend my life. ]

[Then, in the distant future, I will meet you, we will go to the sea with golden sand, look at the distant Cangshan, step on the sincere and warm land, and smile. ]

[I want to watch the last young feather of the magpie gradually turn blue and green with you, and sit on the hillside in spring to sketch and recite poems. I will write poems and you will tell the stories you have experienced in the past. When I finish writing, I will carve a few portraits for you and your sister, and pin a few Isha flowers on the ivory-white stone statues. The red one is your sister, the white one is you, the yellow one is Qianqin, and the blue one is Huibai. ]

[I wish that it will be a peaceful and beautiful era, there will be vast and distant golden wheat fields, the wind will dance when the wheat blows, and the golden wheat is layers of overlapping sunshine. The sun descended on our palms. Together with the reincarnated Hui Bai, the four of us sat under the fallen sycamore tree, looking at the distant bright red sunset, which gradually spread into the color of toast covering the sky and the earth. Then I will wave my brush and record the smiles on your and your sister's faces. 】

【Are you willing? 】

【Are you willing to live that kind of life with us? 】

【Looking forward to that day·Que】

…

This is the last letter from Si Que that Su Mingan received.

When he opened his eyes, he did not see the scene of Si Que at the age of 18, but the familiar black water dream.

——He is back.

Si Que's memory ended.

"...what happened next?" His heart tightened instantly, and a strong pain surged in his chest. He immediately closed his eyes and tried to return to the time of the Second Era, which was full of sunshine and the smell of wheat. However, the black water was surging at his feet. He was like a prisoner with his legs and feet trapped, with no sign of flying out of the body.

It was like a story that suddenly ended, a poem that came to an abrupt end.

What happened in the end?

At the small round table, the young man with purple hair and golden eyes opened the lid of the tea, tasting the mellow Earl Grey black tea, and cast a warm and cool look:

"Mr. Lighthouse, the story behind is gone, you are back to reality."

Su Mingan looked at Si Que like a drowning man grabbing a straw, eager to verify: "Si Que, you encountered a miracle later, right? So you survived and have lived to this day. You also participated in the 18-year-old Creator Competition, stood on the world stage and won the championship, and everyone knew your name. Under your leadership, people in the world no longer discriminate against creators... Your twelve stories are completed. You travel around the world with your sister, Huibai and Qianqin always accompany you, and you set foot on the vast and sincere golden land..."

These are all Si Que's wishes.

Su Mingan narrated in this way, hoping that the story would end happily like this.

But,

But if this is really the case...why was there no one around Qianqin at the beginning of the copy?

But if this is really the case...why is there no bridge or sister in this era?

But if that's true... why would Hui Bai wait in the Red Tower at the start of the dungeon? Is he really just playing dumb? Is he waiting for someone?

"..." Si Que closed the lid of the tea and smiled impeccably.

That smile was gentle, perfect, and without any emotion:

"Mr. Lighthouse."

"As you thought, a miracle did happen later. On the day I was dying, I was very lucky. Huan Jiala heard the voice of a high-dimensional being who called himself "Starfire" and believed that Huan Jiala was his origin, so he wanted to bless Huan Jiala. So, Huan Jiala asked the power of the high-dimensional being to help me prolong my life."

"All the beautiful things you thought of have come true."

"So, you fulfilled your prophecy, and I fulfilled all my ideals. Everything is a beautiful, perfect and happy ending... That's it."

"The only regret is that because the years are too long, Qianqin, Huibai and I pursued our own ideals, so we were not always together. Sister and Qiao died peacefully without regrets."

"The story is happy."

Su Mingan seemed to believe what Si Que said - because at present, Si Que's explanation is reasonable, and perhaps, it really developed like this later.

...Is it?

Is the story happy?

"Then why don't you let me see the next memory?" Su Ming'an couldn't help asking.

"Oh, that's because..." Si Que raised his wrist and looked at the watch: "It's almost twelve o'clock, the world will initiate a major reset, you must embark on the next journey, Mr. Lighthouse."

Su Ming'an looked at the system time: [23:52], there is indeed no time to continue looking at the memory.

Si Que stood up, wearing an ochre round beret, a dark brown robe fluttering, and black leather boots, passing by the drifting whales, colorful birds, hanging wisteria flowers... and walked in front of Su Ming'an.

The birds are melodious, the stars are colorful, and the sea is long.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that a blue planet and a colorful planet are looking at each other.

The golden eyes were extremely focused, staring at Su Mingan steadily:

"Mr. Lighthouse, I can give you the last choice."

Su Mingan was surprised and said, "What?"

Si Que put his hand on his chin, his voice steady and deep:

"After starting the big reset, you will be on a completely unknown road. You don't know what you will gain or lose in this last journey, and you can't be sure whether you can really save Zhai Xing, save your companions, and save yourself. You may lose everything, or you may win everything. These are all completely unknown, and the road can only be walked by you yourself."

"You may lose everything in the end, have nothing, or even be forgotten."

"You may die in people's flowers and blessings, fall into eternal death, and never open your eyes again."

"You may also lose the bet, be taken away by the organizer, and there will be no "Su Mingan" in the world from now on."

"These endings are all possible, and you can't be sure what kind of ENDING you will go to."

Su Mingan raised his head and looked back attentively.

The breathing became moist and heavy, and the ears were very quiet.

The pair of golden eyes flashed for a moment, and the voice became gentler:

"... But I give you a second way."

Si Que moved his hands, holding a plate of chocolate mousse in his left hand and a plate of banana brownie in his right hand. Representing two paths.

At this moment, in the vast world, it seemed that only Su Mingan and Si Que were left - the world leader, the guardian of civilization, the 76th generation twin "Olives", the person who anchored the world consciousness, the person who could see the pages of time and change the order, the person who wrote the "Book of the World", and the two protagonists in the story.

As if the torch was passed between the palms, the dusk stretched behind them, and the purple-haired young man handed over the porcelain plate in his hand.

"Su Mingan, the moment to decide your fate has come."

"You choose the first path, pick up the eraser - erase everything that exists so far, start the great reset, and move towards an unknown future."

"It's better to choose the second path and pick up the pen -"

Si Que paused for a moment and made up his mind, then his tone became swift and decisive:

"Let your small world merge with my Garden of Eden immediately. With the help of the method I have mastered to break away from the player's IP, let everyone in Zhai Xing on your side and everyone in Luowasha on my side hide in our small world. Step into the 'new book' and completely escape the world game."

"And you contacted Xinghuo and Seat 11 to help you immediately ascend to the dimension. You took the small world containing all the people of Zhai Xing and Luowasha and flew away into the universe, so that the organizer and Gao Wei could no longer catch up with you. "

"Believe me, the universe is big enough. As long as you are good at hiding, you can live for a long time and no one can find you or the small world you carry."

"Moreover, since the World Game was not settled in the end, you escaped early. Your bet with the organizer will not take effect. You will not be taken away by the organizer. You are still free."

"In this way, both your world and my world will be continued. This is an extremely reliable method with a high probability of success."

“You don’t need to step into the next big reset, you don’t need to take risks, you don’t need to pay the price of death.”

"Everything has a happy ending here."

Su Ming listened quietly.

Those golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun in his eyes.

At this time, Si Que, who gave this method, was no longer limited to a friend in his eyes, but more like a "benefactor" and "fellow-minded person".

After a moment of silence, Su Mingan stroked the cat ear pendant in his pocket with his fingers and spoke softly:

"A very good idea. It couldn't be better...so good that it makes me want to cry..."

This is really a perfect method.

But if it was really so perfect, Si Que wouldn't wait until now to say it.

The black-haired young man lowered his head and repeatedly rubbed the cat ear pendant with his fingers, as if this could bring him peace of mind. He seemed to see countless figures. The black-haired girl who was dancing in a dress at the graduation party was standing on the other side, looking at him.

I also saw Lu Shu, Nuo Er, Lin Yin, Luna... they were all standing in the distance, stopping, turning back, and looking at him.

He knew he was standing in a yellow forest... Two roads diverged in the yellow forest.

One leads to a completely unknown future, and the other leads to a certain ending.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes as calm as a lake, a ginkgo, or a planet.

That morning the ground was covered with fallen leaves,

Ah, leave a way to see you another day...!

But I know the path goes on forever,

I'm afraid I won't be able to go back...!

There was no figure of himself in the dark pupils, only the starry sky and the sea... and countless people.

Itself is like firewood, burning brightly in this long silence.

…

"And what's the price?"

…

He spoke, his voice as soft as a ray of light or a piece of golden ginkgo.