Chapter 1464 Chapter 114 "OE's Last Holy Communion (11)"

Chapter 1464 Chapter 114 · "OE · Last Holy Meal (11)"

I walked through, as if a hidden person, no one saw her.

While eating Hericium mushroom biscuits, she saw it -the "Century Disaster" Memorial, which stands in the city of Dragon State.

There are many such memorials, which is comparable to the "Great Si Yan Memorial Museum" that Si Yan himself has built.

Today, Zhai Xing and Rawasha have become a friendly alliance with an interoperability. The two sides communicated with the black water dream left by the magpie, as if a pair of twins world.

If no one walks into the memorial hall, the museum has been closed at this time, and tourists have stepped out one after another. They hold the imitation periphery of the time of time, Noah's chain, and some small portraits and small fans. Now, no one will accuse them of being "entertaining to death". There is no crisis in the score of human points, no high -dimensional maliciousness, even if they buy these things, no one blames them to waste points.

"... If you are here, will you be happy?" He said to himself, looking at the tourists one after another: "You should buy surrounding behaviors for the first time, and be happy. it's all over."

No one answered her.

The memorial hall was divided into the area according to eleven copies, and the concubine entered the eleventh area of ​​Rawasha. There is a room here, which is 100 % restored to the room where the owner lived in Rawasha.

红 Pat through the bright red long rope fence, like a transparent ghost, and the camera could not capture her.

In the center of the room, there is a table, a chair. Opposite is a window, behind a bed with a clean bed, almost no sleep. On the left is the door, the right side is a hanger, and a brown -black long double -row soul hunting suit hangs on the hanger.

In addition, almost nothing else. So simple, no dust, just like a person has no trace or life atmosphere.

The slogan of the five languages ​​was marked on the wall: [During the Rowasha copy, the owner of the world had rest twice in this room, and the average sleep for three hours each time. According to expert analysis, some of his decisions on his death are partially completed here ...]

I sat down, and the central view of the room was very good. The table was here. It should be to watch the sixth road to prevent someone from attacking from a certain angle. It's a guy who can't even rest in rest.

There is a notebook on the table, which remains with some traces of drawing. It is his handwriting, but it must be a imitation of the experts.

Sporadic vocabulary, "mirror", "double seam", "anchor point", "entropy increase" ...

He touched these dry words, thinking that he was sitting on this seat, looking down at the notebook like her.

... That's it. In the endless loneliness and doubt, in the thinking and writing alone, he determines his own death?

Give them a little time.

If the God of the Lord of all things is a little later.

If he can cherish himself a little bit.

Will it be ... a little different?

", After I go back, I will take you to participate in the game show. There are too many fun games in this world. You don't have to force it to be in a double game." When he was a thousand -year -old holiday, his words were still on his ears.

Well, there are indeed many, many fun games in this world, and there are many wonderful stand -alone games. But did he really not understand, the double games with him are really fun.

WSAD is up, down, left and right, J is an attack, and spaces are jumping.

Sometimes, QWER is the skill key, D is a displacement, and f is an attack.

There are many games, and the key positions are different.

She likes to play a healing game character. Q skills are blood back, W skills are control, E skill is displacement, R skill is resurrection ... If the universe is a game, a ridiculous and grand game, then it represents the resurrected R Where is the key?

Why is she already Gao Wei and I have been looking for it, but I can't find it?

As if the soft place was pierced by the sharp object, her vision gradually and blurred.

—— When did he decide to sacrifice himself at the cost?

When Xiaoye accompanied Xili to eat Kanto, when he saw Qianqin's body falling down, was it earlier?

He thought about it very early. Even if the bones were gone, would he have to go to this ending?

After the night, the bright headlights gradually went away, leaving only the dark warm yellow lights and the red light of the camera, which flashed a stable frequency in the night.

"Lingzhi Dream" is sitting here, as if a ghost that does not exist.

The distant thing seemed to have a laugh. The tourists from the field ate sweet grilled intestines, smiled and discussed where the next tourist area would go, and there were a few days left during the holidays.

The world is extremely silent in the ears of Xun, as if it is out of reach. The echo that could not be reached, over and over again, like a hearty rain, swallowing her nose and nose.

A world without Su Ming'an.

In this huge universe, he couldn't see the eyes he looked at, and he couldn't hear his voice.

She wiped the tears gently, and she had tears in tears.

It turned out that under such results, more than 400 million people have been reincarnated, and they are still no different from a fragile child.

She slowly lay down, leaning her arms, imitating the handwriting, her cheeks against the cold pages, and closed her eyes. Just like his occasional nap, just like their class of class after class.

Suddenly, there was a sound in my ears.

It seemed like someone stood on the side of her, touched her head gently, and made a soft and broken laughter.

"... so good."

"Don't be sad for me. I realized my ideals, I am the happiest person in this world."

Nympho

On this night, he dreamed of Su Ming'an on the pages of the book.

He pulled her hand and invited her to dance.

Xing Xinghai, full of boats, dreamed of the captain's clothes, danced in a mess with her.

"The fairy tale book under the pillow,"

"The happiness of private collection ..."

Stepping on the flow of the water, the paddles were shot, the boat cut the river, and floated towards the sparkling depth, as if there was no end.

When she raised her eyes and stared at him.

He showed a clean, gentle and happy smile. As if telling her, it doesn't matter, he doesn't hate such a result.

"I hope you are happy." He repeated it, and he had no himself in his eyes:

"I hope you are happy."

Nympho

When Xun woke up, there was still a dark night in front of him, a scarlet flashing camera, and a quiet memorial.

In front of it, there are no dance steps, no pillows, no fairy tale books.

Nympho

At that time, Yamada -cho was signed.

He has always concealed everyone. In fact, he is the main painter around the world's largest fan. To this day, he only dares to see people with a leather case and dare not show up.

He was wearing Lolita, a plush mask, and signed each fan.

"Teacher Sweet, I always like you especially." Fans praised shyly.

"Thank you, thank you ..." Yamada Town was happy in his heart. He finally realized his dream and held a huge signing meeting.

After everything was over, he stood in the corridor alone, looking at the fans gradually disappeared, and suddenly felt sore nose.

... I finally no longer a nice guy, no longer a person who will be pointed at the nose, "Women's clothing, really disgusting! Why not die!" River.

He realized the ideal of young, although this ideal is still unacceptable to the public, and many people still poke his spine. But he no longer inferiority and internal consumption.

He looked proudly at the huge flow of people.

"Teacher Sweet, we want to make an interview with you ..." Some well -known self -media owners carry cameras and said to him with a smile.

At this time, Yamada Town suddenly moved his ears.

What he heard.

I heard some subtle sounds.

Looking back, I saw a figure standing at the end of the corridor, looking at him comfortably.

"——" Who are you! "Yamada -cho was tightened.

He concealed his identity. No one knew that he was an old hero Yamada -cho, and no one would watch him so far, and the fans could not mix it. So, who will this person be?

As if he was caught by a certain kind of light, Aya Yamado apologized to the camera and smiled: "The interview is postponed, sorry."

He pulled out his legs and chased.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

He knew that his move was very irrational. He had to mix his position today. As long as he accepted this high -attention interview, he would be fame completely ... But he just let go.

I just feel like the heart hurts as tight. A voice shouted crazy in his mind, caught up, caught up, Yamada -cho, you will regret it without catching up.

"Hey, Teacher Sweet, hey-" The self -media owner shouted in surprise.

The young man's posture ran in the corridor.

The lights swayed and collided messy.

The wig floats, the nylon hair is full of gold foil -like light, and the swinging Lolo tower skirt is not a heavy burden, but it looks like a light wind.

Powerful, fast, light.

"Yuyu, come!" He shouted, and a dolphin jumped out of where, appearing on the tile ground, and slipped his end with him.

When he finally lay his hands on the railing with both hands, he saw the figure at the end.

——The young man with black hair.

The young man was facing Yamada -cho, about 1.76, wearing a white gown, black trousers, thin and thin.

"Su ... Su Ming'an ..." Yamada -cho was trembling. He didn't know that he could make such a hoarse voice. He could hardly restrain the tremor:

"You ... are you back ...? Lu Shu successfully dug you out? Are you back?"

The heart beating fiercely, as if looking forward to it eagerly.

The young man did not answer, raised his steps, and walked towards the shadow.

"Su Mingan!" Yamada -choching had a high voice, his eyes were red, he was almost crying, his voice shook, and he almost thought he saw his illusion: "We are waiting for you to go home -Su Mingan! Go home? Why? Can't you have a good ending? "Why?"

"We are waiting for you to go home !!! Come back!"

Tears were full of big cartoonists' faces, extremely embarrassed. He cried like a child, and did not expect that his tears could be so much, perhaps because sadness was hard to name at all.

"..."

Young people stopped.

He sighed gently.

Nympho

"——Lien Lord wakes up!"

"——Lorder wakes up !!!"

People have learned the news -the owner of the world who has been sleeping for many years, and now wakes up.

They walked on the streets, inquired around, and was anxious to verify the good news.

"Hurry up, go and see our savior!"

"You are stupid, can we easily see it? Or watch on TV!"

"Yes, yes. But the news must be true, there are official reports on the Internet ..."

"The Lord woke up, it's nice ..."

Central City.

A vast world stands here, and millions of bright crystal branches fall down, like a glittering huge artwork.

This is the half -world tree species left by Imurer. After passing through the crisis, she divided the seeds of half of the world trees and gave Zhai Xing to help Zhai Xing breed nutrients. However, the world tree here cannot be dominated. It is just a nutritious tree and a decoration, which must be subject to the owner.

Under the world tree, a young man with a blue hair shawl was beautiful and handsome, with unruly smiling smiles, the crystal earrings in his ears reflected Guanghua, around a layer of dark purple fog around him.

Several children surround him:

"Brother Wingless! Can let's take a look at the fog of cool death?"

"Brother Wingless! I heard that you were the caughtrs who were caught in the century. Can you tell us those powerful scenes!"

The blue -haired young man erected a index finger and shook his head with a smile:

"Brother -in -law has to have a meeting, you wait first."

At that time, the four Gao Wei Dingli, but the wingless and the ninth seat kept keeping a low -key. They originally wanted the yellow bird to be in the later, but did not expect that the eighth seat was fleeting. Foot. Seeing that the general trend had gone, the ninth seat suggested that wingless stay in Zhai Xing, maybe there is still a chance.

In fact, he didn't care about any chance. He didn't care about everything. He had already completed his sister's revenge, and he had no desire or love and hate. He stayed, as a street slippery, with the ninth seat all day.

He was so ambitious that he had become a senior level, but he knew that the ninth seat had no chance. This is the world created by others after all.

Wing -free entered the conference room, the deputy leader Su Bread, the "Emperor of the Sea" road, "Psychologist" Yi Song, "Morning Angel" Lin Yin, "Holy Tail Angel" Anthony, the Lord of the Fantasy Law "Hua Hua Hua Germany ... here.

These big characters who stomped their feet in the outside world were sitting quietly here.

"The Lord ... really wakes up?" The corner of Wing Wing smiled.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the first, and he came.

Suddenly, there is no need to say everything.

The hall suddenly became quiet.

The man was scattered with black hair, wearing a simple white gown, black trousers, a pair of dark long -handle umbrellas, cleaning like a piece of white paper. The room light was embellished with his clear hands with his bones, and there were some texture marks on the back of his hand.

He walked in glory, as if it was the glory itself.

Everyone lowered his eyes slightly, and then lifted slowly.

A black cat fell on his shoulder and licked his furry paws.