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"She knows it."

"... Then did she ever love me?"

Apocalypse is silent, this is a kind of default.The love for a tool is just like the love for virtual AI. Although narrowly defined, it is also warm, precious, and sincere.

"Let me take one last look."

"it is good."

The mechanical deer sank into the body of ouroboros and fell into the pure land of the bodhisattva.

...

In the infinite dimension, the mechanical deer only lives for one person.Su Xiangli in other dimensions is accompanied by apocalypse, and only the one who created the mechanical deer has been lonely all her life.

What can span time.

The darkness is like a clear sea.

On the sea level, a golden mountain showed a handsome silhouette.

He trudged from the sea to the hillside, which was full of epiphanies.

Deep in the cluster, Su Xiangli, wearing a red wedding dress, opened his arms to him.

The mechanical deer's eyes shed tears, "Susu, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Chapter VIII The Land of Fate

Tianqi stared at the character in front of him.

He knows that he lives in the book, just as Lu Yuan knows this.

Everything has an ending, the ending is the end of the book, the death of life, infinite constriction and collapse.

He didn't feel pain for it, nor was he sad.What is commonplace, the ending is like a gift to all existence and non-existence.

Tianqi didn't know how Luyuan faced his ending.

The river on the upper edge will eventually stop completely.The upper edge is all concepts, even conceptual concepts, all abstract and endless meanings. Compared with the upper edge, the universe is more insignificant than a light particle.Fate flows from the beginning to the end.

Tianqi is watching the book of Shangyuan. His main job is to watch this book, together with other observers who are as great as him.As long as the concept of upper edge is still running, the ending will not really come.Looking at a book, every character is a mark of civilization, wisdom and Tao. This book is really long and there are really many viewers. With the observer’s thinking, there are new characters every moment. Born.

There may be something more essential than Shangyuan, but that is not something that observers can know and understand. Shangyuan is a book that gets more and more abundant.

It's just that the viewers are getting scarce.

Every viewer is unique.Apocalypse wants to make up for regrets, first of all, he must leave the state of the observer. If he rashly enters the timeline after his death, then the karma will obliterate him by some other way.Lu Zhengkang, Lu Zhengkang, they need a body, and Apocalypse also needs a body. It is part of the plan to let the mechanical deer become the viewer.There is a beginning and an end, and one person is liberated in one cycle.King Deer will observe this process, mark the timeline, and let the mechanical deer who inherit the fruit position send the Apocalypse back to the scheduled archive, that summer.

When these tasks are completed, King Deer can take Qingningzi around, Tianqi will stay together with Su Xiangli, forgetting the memory of the rest of time and space, and the mechanical deer will silently continue to read the writings of Shangyuan.

Above all dimensions, the world is nested.

Apocalypse turned into a little character and fell into the upper edge.He is going to the land of predestined flow, where everything begins and ends, where he will complete his reincarnation and rebirth.

...

The yellow and soft desert, the Yuanliu Mountain on the horizon, the top of the mountain is cracked like a fork, infinite light bursts from it, and the depth of the light is the flow.

On a pale yellow sky, runes filled the sky like stars, and a rune fell into the desert.

The starlight is like a soul, wrapped in a simple red robe, with bright golden eyes under his hood, looking around.

Lu Zhengkang has arrived here. This is the upper edge, the beginning and ending of the book, where the picture frames are gathered.In the boundless desert, every grain of sand is a world, countless simple tombstones stand, and each piece is buried with a viewer.

Everything is so simple.

Everything has an end, but the ultimate of Tao is expressed in such a simple form.

Lu Zhengkang is a name, a character, deer, this character represents everything about him, all his life, character, personality, soul, concrete, abstract, all his expressions.

On the upper edge, everything about him is so shallow that only a single symbol can be completely summarized. Those his experiences, his thinking, are meaningless, they are taken away and turned into red robes on the body, superficial things. Nothing, except for that rune, nothing can prove that he is Lu Zhengkang.

He is a wandering soul, with a cloth-wrapped body, a pair of looking eyes, a heart of runes, and a pair of cloth-interpreted legs. In this desert, the sky is the sky with the head up, and the earth with the bow down. It is a mountain, and the mountain is light. What he has to do is to follow the path of countless viewers, go to Yuanliu Mountain, merge his own body into the fringe current, and complete a cycle.It was like submitting all my thoughts on Shangyuan and handing out a letter of resignation.

Observing the upper condition, enriching the upper condition, the end of wisdom, is a hard journey.

Lu Zhengkang is marching towards the distant mountains. This is not the first time he has been here. He is the seventh time in the seventh life.The last time he came, he was as Luyuan.

In the desert of Yuan, under the yellow sand are ruined walls. The viewers once established a kingdom in Shang Yuan. There is a smooth pilgrimage to lead the newcomers to Yuanliu Mountain.Of course, it was almost completely damaged.Now the road to Yuanliu Mountain is not easy.It is also very possible to die halfway-most viewers, in addition to swallowing each other, all die because of this.

It's sad to think about it. When the last viewer disappears, can the upper edge continue to flow?Perhaps the light of Yuanliu Mountain will go out one day.

When people die, there are stars, stars die, and universes exist, and universes die, and there are upper bounds. If upper bounds are dead, nothing is there. Even the concept of death will disappear.

Everything is so clean.The beginning is meaningless, the ending is meaningless, and the process in the middle is actually a gorgeous bubble.

Lu Zhengkang walked forward in silence, the wind was blowing, and his robe was hunting.

Lu Zhengkang didn't know whether he could reach Yuanliu Mountain by himself.

If not, then everything is empty, he will die, and his infinite incarnation will also fall into loneliness and helplessness.Don't say who to save, he can't even save himself.

Facing this magnificent narrative poem, love is only a short chapter, and Lu Zhengkang is willing to give up the whole poem for this piece of text called Su Xiangli.

On the sandy ground in front, there was a section of a buried high tower, and the top of the broken tower exposed the ground. He saw a rune on the top of the tower—this was left by a viewer and carried his mark.The runes on the tower, with red silk flying around them-are the remains of the viewer.

The viewers on the upper edge are all stars falling, and among those falling stars, only help each other and use their runes to sing to warm each other.These lost runes and bones will all be the help of latecomers.

Death may not be a bad thing.But I have to live for Su Xiangli.No matter what else I think, I only live for Su Xiangli.

Lu Zhengkang thought this way. He walked to the rune, full of brilliance. The rune was scattered and scattered, and it was an endless rune—only powerful viewers could leave the rune, their mark, yes Very heavy-the runes flowed into Lu Zhengkang's cloth robe, and after his hood, it turned into a short tassel.The red silk around him lit up with fine lines, flying beside Lu Zhengkang, lighting up his tassels.

These are the power of runes, Mana, and Lu Zhengkang are grateful to this unknown viewer, borrowing the power of tassels, and soaring, although it is only a short journey, it is as light as a falling paper kite.

Road resistance is long, road resistance is long.

He has embarked on the road of pilgrimage.

Lu Zhengkang floated towards the depths of the desert. He focused on the distant mountains and uttered a clear singing.The rune shines like a spark.

Chapter 889

The deer, Zhenzhen, walked alone, the sky was still bright, the sun was about to fall behind the source, the sun and the moon were still celestial bodies at the time.But the time here is not linear. The time coordinate here is the space coordinate. If you don't move in the direction of Yuanliu Mountain, the sun will not move.The space here is also time. He has only one way and one range to walk, which is the road of pilgrimage.

To follow the damaged, ultra-ancient ruins to reach Yuanliu Mountain.Lu Zhengkang is not here for the first time... He knows that the real danger is that at the foot of the mountain, the power of destiny turns into wind and snow and floats in the sky, hunting down their starfallers, and freezing their minds and bodies into ice rocks.

The falling star has no flesh and no pain. The only danger is that the robes on the body will be frozen and torn apart. These are the past experiences. If these things are broken and covered in dust, the falling star will die, and the runes will be exposed. The legacy of latecomers.