MTL - The Reader and Protagonist Definitely Have to Be in True Love-Chapter 93

Chapter92 reader: I want to see you become a god.

Beautiful.

This is the moment when Du Zeyi opened his eyes to see the creature, the only word in the brain that can emerge.

Like the sun shattered and sprinkled on him, the light golden long hair with a clear texture, long flowing and earth, the perfect proportion of the five senses is the world's best sculptor exhausted all the effort to complete Exquisite idols, without expressions, reveal a layer of condescending charm. The most striking thing is to count those eyes. Under the light, the iris of the person shows a bright golden color, if one is noon. The pure gold sunshine, the other is the platinum day sundial at the time of the eclipse.

Seeing that Du Ze woke up, the owner of the strange eyes reached out and touched the face of the young black man gently. The cautious, warlike battle was like touching a dream bubble that would break immediately. Behind the man, three pairs of huge white snow wings fanned openly, white feathers without a trace of impurities trembled in the wind, so beautiful that people can only think of a paradise of bliss.

This is... repair?

Even if it is inferred from the words of the creation **** that the revival awakens the blood of the heavenly people, but in the face of it, Du Ze still suffered a lot of impact - it is too dazzling, and people will feel self-conscious when they look at it. As if even gaze is also a kind of blasphemy against the celestial being.

Du Ze wanted to open the door, but the throat was blocked by cotton. No, it should be said that he could not control his mouth and make a sound. The body could not move because it was broken. Although I don't know what's going on, it's probably the sequela of resurrection. It's already very bad to get back to life. If you bring a full recovery effect, it's not called magic.

I noticed the strangeness of Du Ze, and the fingertips of the repairs paused. He stared at Du Ze, carefully and carefully, from beginning to end, as if the dust of the nail tip did not let go of the black-haired youth. The person's expression was normal, his eyes were normal, his voice was normal, but these "normal" superimposed on each other, but Du Ze suddenly realized a kind of bone-like fear.

"Du Ze." The repaired finger slides again, representing the healing yellow light. "You won't have anything."

Du Ze gradually widened his eyes, because the first form was repaired and the new form took away all of his attention. Du Ze found that the state of repair was not as "glamorous" as his appearance.

Above the gold, it was painted a layer of scarlet.

The place that was shrouded in light gradually recovered consciousness. Du Ze felt the sticky touch on the skin that was touched. It was half-condensed and bloodless. The old one will be solidified, and the new blood will add a point. Wet. Scarlet is not only the blood, but also the wound. Even if it is covered by the debris of the clothes, it can still see the arc of the dragonfly.

Although there are regular asylums, this does not mean that the repairs can be safe under the ruling of the ruling - the rules will only guarantee that the protagonist will not die, and will not guarantee that the repair will not be injured. Du Ze did not dare to imagine how the repair of the astronomical blood was awakened in a situation. As long as the brain slightly depicted the scene, even the breathing felt pain.

"You will be fine."

The thin lips are in a subtle arc, his voice is slow and graceful, like singing a hymn, and the lighter tails open up a hysterical fear and anger.

"I will make you better."

I don't care if I'm fine - Du Ze wants to yell, even if something happens, he still has a zero restore! As long as the time is up, he will be fully recovered!

But now he can't even control the tip of his finger. Duze can only watch the statue as if he didn't find the wound on his body. He bleeds and heals him. Red and gold are added, and the beauty is turned into Beautiful.

- You won't have anything.

Even if I have something, you will not have anything.

The fingertips of the repaired crossed the tail of Duze, rubbing the skin of the darkest young man's neck, and the eyes of different shades flashed at the same time.

If the treasures of life are broken, even if there is no trace of repair, "destroyed" has become an established fact.

"There will be no next time." The whispered softly: "I promise."

Du Ze immediately understood the meaning of the repair. From now on, the repair will not let him suffer any harm. The person can maintain this promise, not only because he has awakened all the blood, but also because he can get it right away. The supremacy of this world.

The tower of God is standing, the top climber seals the gods, and the first to the top of the tower is - the highest god.

Even if he tried his best to keep breathing at a constant speed, Du Ze immediately felt the dizziness of hypoxia. After learning all the truth, Du Ze was very jealous of the fact that he was a supreme god. He must stop anyone from becoming a supreme god, because it means the death of the **** of creation.

Creation God said that as soon as I die, you will disappear from this world.

Perhaps because of the treatment of the repair, or perhaps too strong emotional drive, Du Ze can reach out and grasp the wrist of the repair, he half-supported the body, even if the sound is like a word and a word out from the depths of the throat. But he can already speak.

"Repair -"

Du Zegang shouted out the name of the repair, a yellow beam of light from the top of their heads vertically, Du Ze only felt a flower in front of him, the scene in front of him switched to the rotunda of the tower. The light column that has just been undoubtedly is the “export” that will appear after each customs clearance, but no one has just projected it to the position of the character like this, and conveys them directly to the rotunda “friendlyly”.

- The rules are also anxious.

Duze’s mind flashed through the thoughts for a moment. He had not had time to look at the empty rotunda and the stone statues. He saw the light door that was the entrance to each layer of the tower, dissipating the light, presenting a The figure of the person.

Du Ze closed his eyes and opened his mouth. No matter how he wanted to escape from reality, the person he was most reluctant to see was still in the retina.

Black hair, black eyes, glasses and hearing aids, the same as his creation god.

He is staring at the opposite creation god, and the golden-eyed six-winged celestial being reflected in the different eyes gives him a subtle familiarity. At the moment when the eyes of the two men were on, the whole space seemed to have turbulence.

嗡——

When I was repaired to the world, the world has changed. The sky that is upside down, the ground of ice crystals, if you add a huge beam of light that goes straight into the clouds, it is like a lost place. A large expanse of clouds came from the distant blue sky, and whizzed past, and the shadows that fell were dark and clear, clear and dark. Sitting on the ice crystal ground, the first reaction was to look down at Du Ze, but there was no black-haired youth around him.

It was like the last straw that crushed the camel's back, and the repair was already tight to the extreme spirit.

The red blood beast was born, and it was ordered to pursue Duze, but somehow it was always in the same place, full of rune faces on the owner who had lost control. When I saw it, I looked at the six-winged Tianzu who was also sent here, and asked repressedly: "Duo Ze?"

The other party's response was a beam of light, and the cheeks that had been rubbed over the cheeks were deeply drawn. The creation **** looked at the repair coldly, and did not hide his killing of the repair. After learning the truth of the world, the mind of the creation **** has produced subtle changes. He does not care that this world is a novel, but he cares why he is a "reverse" and this person is the "protagonist"? If there is a gap, there will be a contrast. If there is a contrast, there will be an imbalance. If it is said that it was for survival, now the creation **** wants to kill the repair, and it adds a twisted sorrow and resentment.

Even if he is scheduled to end the game, he will not perform as he wishes. The creation **** glanced at the stone statues of the surrounding eight races, and the rules were already written. Then he would kill the man under this rule!

咚——

A pulsating invisible spread, like a heartbeat shaking the air. Looking at the side, under his gaze, the stone statues of the Tianzu began to fall apart, and the fragments that fell were turned into countless light groups. Those pale yellow light clusters are between the repairing and creation gods, and the slight shaking seems to be awkward. After repairing, I didn’t figure out what it meant. I saw that God of Creation raised his hand. The yellow light group seemed to find the organization, quickly gathered around the creation god, and then transformed into a “standard” carved out like a mold. Tianzu.

Unprecedented dangers such as fine acupuncture on the skin, and a glimpse of the Tianzu Legion led by the creation god, each of the celestial beings has the power of the Lord God, he faces the group of heavenly people, just like It is facing countless bright gods.

This is terrible and desperate.

The Tian people flap their wings and attack each other one by one. The repairs got up from the ground, the white wings flew open, and the wounds on the body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even in the face of such a terrible enemy, the repair is still a kind of mixed calmness, and a slight top-down sight creates a kind of A arrogant attitude.

At the time when the first celestial group approached, the repair had roughly treated the wound on the body and then converted the form without hesitation. The advantage of the celestial being lies in blessing and healing, and the means of attack are lacking. The eyelids of different colors hang down, and when they are opened, they have been transformed into clear amber. The gnome raised a small hand, and the huge eight-star mechanical squat slowly and undoubtedly got up. Although others were gone, Kabala and John John did not disappear. They were damaged to varying degrees because of the ruling attack: Old John completely lost his mobility, and some parts of Kabala were destroyed, but this is not Prevent it from continuing to fight.

Looking at his own hands, the shape of the switch has been very smooth, and there is no sense of sorrow. In the past, the tidal fatigue is even without shadows. The smile was made up, and the little dimples were dotted on the white face, which looked very cute and dangerous.

No sequelae...

"Booming -"

Even Kabala, who is unmatched by the enemy, has become precarious when it has been attacked by thousands of "Bright Gods." Large chunks of the parts were cut off, gears and iron plates fell to the ground, and after the day the family removed Kabbalah, they found that the gnomes, which were protected by mechanical shackles, disappeared.

Perceived by the volatility of the space, the rear of the creation **** suddenly fell back, which was able to avoid the raid. The dragons of the silver-haired red dragonfly broke open the space, and the dragon gun in their hands wiped the wings of the creation god, bringing a piece of blood and white feathers. Although he accidentally stabbed the creation god, he was escaped by the other party before he came to expand the battle.

The repaired ear fins were slightly open, and they opened their smiles: "I will escape."

At the moment when the word "hui" was connected to the word "escape", the claws of the red-haired orc family had already caught the shoulders of the **** of creation. In the eyes of the creation god, the shadow of the repair is reflected. The other side shook the lion's ear, and the wild face was full of bloodthirsty smiles when catching the prey.

Too fast, on the reaction and speed of melee, no race can match the Orcs. However, even if it was caught, the expression of the creation **** did not change much. The heavenly people who had been taken away by Kabala had already rushed back. The two nearest Tianzu raised the lightsaber, one cut to the repaired arm, and the other one cut to the repaired head. In the face of the falling sword light, he did not look at his eyes. He did not see the lightsaber that was about to break his arm and head. The claws undoubtedly pierced the chest of the creation **** and seized the beating heart.

"Hey."

That is the soft sound of the sword piercing the flesh and blood, cutting the bones, and the sound of the heart and blood vessels.

The bright red blood sprinkled on the ground, the head and arms fell to the ground, and soon became dead air and evaporated. The creation **** will separate the heart from which only one blood vessel is connected, and look gloomy at the opposite lich, and repair the same gloomy gaze. The two think exactly the same at this moment.

- Just a little bit, you can kill him.

Regret is only a moment, the creation **** fan wings open high, at this time the Tianzu has been fully aware of the return, there will be no room for the repair. The creation **** overlooks the repairs in the encirclement, even though the other party is now an undead lich, but the creation **** knows a way - as long as the body of the lich is constantly destroyed, he can search for the lich's life. And destroy it.

The innermost heavenly people raised the lightsaber, and the heavenly celestial singers blessed the blessings of the outer heavens to prevent the use of space magic transfer. This is not a personal confrontation at all, but a personal race against the previous race. The swords of the Tian people have repaired their heads, repaired their limbs, and repaired their bodies. Even if they can not die, the taste of being slaughtered is not good.

The sleek and beautiful face was raised, and the soul fire in the depths of the pupil suddenly swelled, and the light of the jump turned into an electric spark.

"Nourage -"

The lightsaber that the Celestials will wave down are held by the silver-red long knife. He looks at the purple scorpion who is surrounded by the arc, and the face that has been swaying has finally produced some fluctuations.

"Don't be too much." The magic bent his lips.

The golden lightning of the arc violently spreads, and it is very thin. It is not so much a lightning bolt as it is a proper arc. It is such a hairy golden lightning, but each of the ethnic groups that come into contact with it is turned into coke. The golden lightning spread to the ten meters and turned into purple. Although the volume suddenly increased, the power was much smaller. The surrounding Tianzu was not dead or injured, and stood in the center of the cleared out space. His face was white and a stream of blood ran down from the corner of his mouth. Even if you can switch modes freely, you just wake up all the blood and continue to convert the form in a high-intensity manner. The burden on the body is enormous, and the next battle cannot be transformed as well as before.

On the battlefield, I was a little quiet for a while. When I saw the Mozu, all the faces of the heavenly people changed, and the dull eyes brought hatred. At the beginning of the millennium, a familiar "咚" rang through the battlefield, and the twisted head looked at the sound source. The stone statue of the Mozu in the distance suddenly burst like a stone statue of the Tianzu, and the fallen debris turned into a purple light group. Compared to the sputum of the yellow light group, the goal of the purple light group is very clear, they gather around the repair, and then turn into a number of unknown demons.

Without any language, the Mozu and the Celestials collided together, and the entire space was instantly transformed into a battlefield between the Tian and the Mozu. The pressure of repairing was alleviated at once, and even if the Tianzu attacked him, the attack did not hurt at all. He can feel the special connection with the Mozu, although they can't directly command the group, they will fight together because they are running the same blood.

Every moment there is a death of the Tianzu or the Mozu. In the Demon War, the Tianzu who are good at healing are not the opponents of the Devil who are good at destroying. In addition, the previous battle has lost some of the personnel, and the Tianzu is visible to the naked eye. The speed was wiped out by the Mozu. The creation **** just solved a demon who attacked him and saw that Xiu stood opposite him.

"Tell me where Du Ze is." He repaired the blood of the burning, and the low magnetic sound showed a hint of ridicule. "I let you die so much, huh?"

The creation **** glanced coldly and did not speak.

The purple konjac instantly picked up, and the six-winged celestial in front of him suddenly turned into a silver-haired green elf - a replica of his elf form. At the same time, the pulsating sound of the broken stone of the stone once again sounded, and numerous green light groups overflowed from the stone statue of the elves and gathered at the foot of the creation god. The beautiful elves holding the bows and arrows were born from the green light. They joined the war between the Tian and the Mozu, and opened the bowstrings to point to the Mozu.

The bottom is playing lively, and the top is also fighting. The sword was cut off by the creation of the gods, and the lightning that was hit was taken away by the other party with plant magic. The fan-winged batwing wanted to rush to the creation god, but was suppressed by the other's arrow, only a small step. Shorten the distance in small steps.

Before repairing the side of the creation god, the war below has already produced results. The dead body almost covered the ice crystal ground. The Mozu, which was attacked by the Tianzu and the Elves, did not survive, but the Tianzu and the Elves also paid. The price of the pain: the Celestials only have a single digit to survive, and the elves who joined later are better, at least half of the number remains. The rest of the elves raised the longbow and pointed to the only surviving Mozu in the air.

After repairing the desire to burn, the thunder and lightning will shoot down the dense arrows, and this is a pause. The creation **** seized the opportunity and opened the distance again. Looking at the creation **** of the distant side, and smashing the elves below, the smile of the lips gradually disappeared.

"In the way."

The low sound line was hoarse to the end, and the lich raised the sword of death. Under the call of repair, the fallen souls climbed again in a completely different form. The broken sound of the stone statue of the undead is clearly introduced into the ears of all people. Those overflowing gray light groups are not directly converted into undead, but are attached to the bodies of the land, which accelerates the "resurrection" of the dead.

Before the birth, whether it was the Mozu, the Tianzu or the Elves, after they became the undead, they all abandoned the old grievances and attacked the panicked elves. Not to mention the strength of the undead, the amount of light is more than twice that of the elves, and this number increases with the death of the elves - not dead, after the death will increase the fighting power for the other, the undead It is a nightmare of all living beings.

- Is that true?

A vampire who was sucking the elf was shrouded in shadow. When he just raised his head, he was smashed into powder by a huge metal fist.

"Drop - the enemy x1 has been destroyed; the number xh12172 continues to perform the cleanup task."

Speaking at the opposite side of the creation god, the gnome's stone statue broke into pieces behind the man.

"It's me..." The lich hoarsely said: "You used my form."

If the appearance of the elf is a coincidence, the linen-colored hair gnome standing in front of his eyes has already explained everything - the original heavenly family is not surprisingly mapping his appearance.

In the face of the question of repair, the creation of God is not okay, he has not said a word from the beginning to the end. Renovation does not care about the silence of the opponent. The feeling of wanting to kill the **** of creation is even stronger. He does not like someone who is bearing the same image as him, because it is very likely to cause Duze's attention and concern.

For the current repair, as long as it is not fast, it will trigger the break of dark emotions.

The surrounding undead is about to be wiped out by mechanical smashing. The gaze of the repair falls on the remaining stone statues. After four rounds of fighting, he has probably understood the rules of the game. This is a race change and alternation, the law is simple - it is reproducing the history of the chaotic continent.

The First Age of the Demon War, the Second Era of the Elves, the Third Age Undead Resurrection, the Fourth Age Gnomes Empire.

Different forms—or race blood is the key to unlocking the epoch. It can be said that no one can pass this final level except for repairing. As long as you follow the law and switch modes first, you can gain an advantage in the next battle - the stone-like race will be the most powerful.

The mechanical shackles of the undead were wiped out, and the little gnomes were on the shoulders of the mechanical shackles, letting people feel fear before the laughter came up. The mechanics made by these little guys just wiped out the first three. The undead family formed by the race. Before they approached, they changed their form. The fifth era was dominated by the dragons. So what appeared in front of all the gnomes was a young, red-haired dragon.

The mechanical squat raised a huge fist and went to repair. The boxing wind blew away the figure of the dragon. The repairing moment moved to the dragon stone statue, watching the indifferent dragon stone statue, and a slight confusion in the eyes, then became a reality.

If it follows history, then in the history of the Chaos continent, the Gnomes are not subverted by other races. The reason for their demise is largely from themselves. Then...

The eye was closed, and in the endless darkness, the blue flame went out, and the other torch ignited the orange fire.

At the moment when it was converted into a gnome, the mechanical cymbals on the scene were all a meal. The gnomes on their shoulders were blown away by the wind. Only two identical gnomes were left in the space, facing each other. The quiet mechanical shackles are extraordinarily lonely.

咚——

The pulsation of the dragon stone statue broke the dead silence, and the transfiguration turned into a dragon more quickly than the creation god, so his side soon gathered a group of dragons: metal dragons, color dragons, gem dragons... the dragons opened colorful giants The wing, the wind that is brought up, almost blows the creation **** of "small".

"You have lost." Xiu grinned at the creation god.

The creation of God is undecided, he became the Orc in the next moment, and the red light that swarmed into it became a confrontation between the Orc and the Dragon.

Although the dragons are much stronger than the orcs, the number is only one tenth of the orcs. The ants are more than dead, and the dragon's end is destined. The repair does not care about the destruction of the dragon. For him, as long as he wins the dragon, it means victory. Because of the alternation with the creation god, the Terran, the last stone statue after the orc will become his combat power.

The Dragons are in decline, the Orcs are revitalized; the Terran rises and the Orcs die.

When the repair of the blond blue eye led a group of people to surround the creation god, the creation **** also experienced the same loneliness as the original repair. The Orcs were completely annihilated, and the stone statues of the eight major races had been shattered. The creation **** put down his claws. He seemed to have no other races to use, and he had to become a humanoid with no other repairs. The result of this is to save the creation **** from the hands of other human races, even if it is just a shell, but no one wants to see "self" die in the hands of others.

After repairing to the creation god, the other party obviously has no intention to talk to him. There is no nonsense to repair, and the sword is going to the throat of the creation god.

Perhaps it is known that the resistance is also ineffective, and the creation gods give up resistance and do not move. At the moment when the sword is about to be cut into the creation god, the repair feels dangerous without any reason. His wrists are shaking, and the long sword is twisted and twisted to the shoulder of the creation god.

"Hey."

A lot of blood flowed out and dripped on the ice crystal ground. I took a look at the wound on the shoulder of the creation god, and then smashed it to my left shoulder. In the same position, there was a wound that was exactly the same as the other.

this is……?

Repairing a hole in the creation of God's arm, I immediately saw that my arm was like an invisible sword to draw the same wound.

- No matter what kind of attack he caused to the Creator God, he will return to him as it is.

This seems to be the protection of the creation god, but the face of the creation **** is even more ugly than the gray. He worked hard to create this situation, obviously the last step, but it was going to fall short under the interference of the rules - only he knew that this was not a protection for him, but a reminder to the rule. That person is not stupid, and soon he will discover the fact that he was deliberately disturbed.

The repair fell into meditation, and now it becomes a deadlock. He can't shoot the creation god, killing the **** of creation, and killing himself.

... kill yourself?

A thought flashed over the brain, and looked at the creation **** who was exactly like him. He smiled slowly.

"It turned out to be..."

The reappearance here is from the beginning to the end of the era of chaotic continents - whether it is the past era or the future era.

"You represent me, and I represent the human race."

The sword was inserted into the hands of the creation god. The creation **** wanted to struggle, but was restrained by other people. It could only be forced to hold the sword.

"The era of the Terran will end, and then..." Grasping the hand of the God of Creation and piercing the sword into his heart. "It is the era of ‘I’.”

Snapped--

The crisp sound broke and the surrounding scene fell like a piece of glass hit by a hammer. After a moment of repair, he discovered that he and the creation of the gods suddenly switched body and position, at this time he was holding the sword and piercing the other's heart.

- After the Terran, you will become the master of the new era.

There seems to be some kind of sigh that reveals the satisfaction of the heart.

The creation god's gaze moves from the penetrating left chest to the repair. According to the rules of the script, the dragon should be the one he wants to play, and finally he can form the situation of the seventh generation of the Terran, and then the defeat will end the human race. Field battle. However, the creation **** did not follow the rules of the script, he replaced the position of "repair", and the repair represents the human race. If the "human race" kills the "repair", it means that repair can not become the master of the new era.

The rule does not allow this to happen, so it also modifies the settings and almost puts the answer in front of the repair.

Looking at the repairs that have been favored by the rules, the eyes of the creation gods flashed resentment, flashed helplessness, flashed through the sorrows, flashed through sorrow, and finally settled into desperate and malicious.

Even if this person can become a supreme god, he will not be happy -

The man who saw the opposite opened his mouth, as if it was silent and difficult to squeeze out intermittent words under certain circumstances:

you will regret.

- regretted killing me.

The smile of the creation of the mouth is getting bigger and bigger: you, will, lose...

Before looking at the tail of the Qing Dynasty, the whole space seemed to be in the darkness of reaching out and disappearing.

At the moment when the creation **** appeared, Du Ze realized that it was not good. He knew very well that the present creation **** was simply issued as a customs clearance gift to the repair.

Looking at the creation god, Du Zeang wanted to speak to Xiu, and he saw that the Tianzu around him suddenly became a human race, and the opposite creation **** became a fragment like a broken crystal statue. Du Ze didn't know what was going on, but the unspeakable fear hit his breath—at the moment he grabbed the repaired hand and suddenly caught an empty space, like when he left the copy of the dragon. In that way, his hand passed through the repaired hand, and the transparency was almost illusory.

Disappeared.

He will disappear.

The raging panic and horror followed, even if the body quickly returned to normal, but Du Ze also clearly felt that a sword of Damocles was hanging above him. He looked to the place where the creation **** disappeared, where there was only a cluster of transparent "flames" - even if it was not really cut, it could be felt through a distorted background. There was a colorless object burning like a flame, with endless Powerful energy.

That is the godhead of the creation god, which is suspended in the throne and swells. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if you don't hurry to store it, when the horrible power expands to a certain extent, it will blast and ruin everything.

There is no room for revolving. The blood of Duze's body seems to be condensed, and the heart seems to be clamped by the pliers. No matter whether or not he accepts the godhead and becomes the supreme god, he cannot change the result of his disappearance.

When he looked back, he saw Du Ze’s pale face. He frowned and reached out to Duze’s waist and took the young black hair into his arms.

"Don't worry." The handsome young man with blond blue eyes smiled, and the soft voice was like telling a beautiful fairy tale that was about to end: "It will end soon."

End……

Is it over?

Du Ze leaned on the chest of the repair, and the temperature and steady heartbeat from the other side made him gradually return to God. There was a glimmer of fruit in the black eyelids, and Du Ze never tried to do something like this moment. He wanted to be with him. If the next disappearance could not be changed, then he would find a way to come back. .

The creation **** can summon him from the "outside" and become the supreme master of the gods. The only difference between them is the understanding of the truth of the world. The creation **** is because the original **** discovered the truth of the world. There is no such advantage, but he can tell him the truth directly.

Du Ze grabbed the sleeves of the repair. He wanted to tell the truth of the world, but when he spoke, he found that he couldn’t speak at all, and the switch like a microphone was suddenly turned off. Du Ze is very familiar with this situation that is blocked by invisible forces. In the past, he did not know why, and now he knows that it all comes from the rules.

The rule does not let him tell the truth, because it involves the operating mechanism of the world, which is similar to a protective instinct.

But...

God of Creation knows that you are the "above" person and can not abide by the rules of the world.

It is an illusion that you can't speak and can't talk. The rules create illusions in the dark. The former Du Ze was deceived by this illusion, so he tried to stop it. Now Du Ze is about to break the illusion of this sense and break the rules.

"……,……I……"

The singular tone of the microstrips overflowed from Duze's lips. When he screamed, the invisible power only stagnated with him for a while, and he lost. Du Ze only felt that his throat was loose and there was no limit to speaking.

"...I am not a person in this world."

When I heard Du Ze’s words, the repaired look produced some changes. Du Ze was planning to explain, but he heard the confusion and asked: “Just... what did you say? I can’t understand the language.”

Du Ze only felt a cold water poured from the top of his head and cooled his heart and lungs. I thought that breaking the rules would tell all the truth, but it turned out to be too naive. He forgot that the people in this world are not in the same language as he used. The rules can't stop him from speaking, but he can cancel the "translation" between the people in this world - he can understand, understand, understand this. All the words and languages ​​of the world, but the people of this world must understand his words by other powers.

The invisible existence once again tells Du Ze: You are a reader, an outsider of this world.

It is time for you to leave the world.

The repaired pupils tightened and the fingertips crossed the eyes of Duze.

"...why cried?"

Did he cry?

Du Ze reached out and tried to touch, but he touched the hand of the repair, and then directly put his hand on the back of the repaired hand.

"Repair..."

"Hmm?" Respond.

As long as the truth is not involved, the rules will not hinder him. Du Ze leaned his face against the palm of his hand, and the eyebrows that hung down outlined a painful curvature.

"...I like a story very much." Du Ze whispered: "I like it very much, I like to want that story to be a fact. But someone told me not to be stupid, the story can only be a story, it is illusory, how is it possible? Be my reality."

Du Ze looked at his favorite person, his voice was flat and his tail was shaking.

"Can you understand?"

Listening quietly, he did not directly answer Du Ze’s question, but hooked his finger.

"I also have a favorite story." Xiu smiled and said that a string of wind elements wrote a line of text in the air. "If it is this story, I will make it a fact."

- Du Ze and Xiu are always together.

The light blue color was not dazzling, but it made Du Ze closed his eyes unbearably, and his lips clung into a straight line due to the shackles of the heart.

Du Ze, don't leave me.

it is good.

Do you believe me.

I believe you.

You have to look at me.

I have been watching you.

Du Ze, I like you.

......

I like you too.

The colorless godhead gradually expanded to the extreme, and Du Zeh struggled to repair the body and urged him to get up. "Go."

Fix up and stand up and stare at Duze without hesitation.

"Du Ze, why have you just cried."

Du Ze avoided the refurbishment. He looked into the empty rotunda and saw the other people falling on the ground at a glance - whether it was Moore or Rachel, under the ruling attack, everyone did not The sound.

"...I don't think they are old John or Ellie."

That can't be a lie, but it's obviously more of an excuse. However, Xiu still accepted Du Ze's explanation, which is only a thoughtful consideration for Du Ze.

"When you get the godhead," he pulled up Duze's hand and walked forward. "I can save them."

"Great."

- Great, even if he can't come back, there will still be someone who can be with this person.

Du Ze lowered his eyes and broke free from the repair.

After stopping to step back, I saw Du Ze standing behind him and said to him: "You go first."

"...?"

"Remember, what have I said?" The young black man blinked slightly, his expression filled with memories of the past: "When we first met."

Du Ze put his hand on his earphones and said with the same tone and expression as the memory: "I want to see you and become a god."

In the distant past, the lich asked the young black-haired youth who expressed his kindness to him, and the answer of the young black-haired youth could only be described as absurd.

Very ridiculous, but it has become an unquestionable reality.

I remembered the original picture, and I bent my eyes and smiled softly. The eyes were full of pets.

"it is good."

The young man with blond blue eyes took a step forward, as he always did, even if he suffered more hardships, he still walked firmly forward. Du Ze has been watching the repair of the gods in the rear, his eyes stunned, almost greedily watching the person toward the brilliant figure.

——And see how the young repairs awaken the blood, be willing to enmity, and finally embark on the road to the throne.

The heart leaped in the hollow of the chest, and Du Ze pressed the chest with a painful pain, his mouth outlined a smile, and the tears fell.

Goodbye, repair, goodbye.

The repaired fingers touched the colorless godhead, and during a while, the light that was not bright bloomed in the rotunda, and eventually it was absorbed and gradually gathered into the body. Guanghua is in the eyes of the repair, can not describe the power he has at this time, if he hopes, he can even destroy the world at any time. The supreme power brings the supreme right. In the chaotic continent where the supreme is supreme, there is no ruler who can rehabilitate the soul. Revealed a satisfied smile, and most importantly, he and Du Ze have been together.

叮铃——

A whisper came from behind, and the supreme **** of the world came back.

"...Du Ze?"

Behind him, nothing is left, only one ring is lying there quietly.

The author has something to say: I am sorry that the update is late, because the bad author is going to open the question, so I am very busy recently.

Thanks to the picture of Ji Youzi’s time, this is the late Tianzu: