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what happened...

　　 Luo Siyuan stared blankly at the giant translucent baby who suddenly fell into calm on the river in front of him.

　　 The agile and active brain became dull and slow, and the hands and feet seemed to disappear, unable to receive the touch.

　　 He slowly turned his head to look around, and found the faces of the other people on the boat upstairs, equally at a loss.

　　 He shook his head, raised his arm and took a look.

　　 found that the clothes and skin on his arms were all broken into powder,

　　 As soon as the breeze blows, it melts into the wind and disappears.

　　 As the ice and snow melt, the sand enters the sea.

　　 Ding Dong.

　　 The sound of weapons falling to the ground is endless,

　　 Within a few short breaths, there were already people on the ship above the ship, who were covered in sand and disappeared, leaving only the swords on the deck.

　　 Luo Siyuan only felt light on his feet, his body suddenly lost his balance, fell forward, and barely stood on the wall of the ship.

　　 looked down and found that half of his calf had melted and eroded and turned into gray dust.

"what happened..."

　　 He tried to open his eyes and looked at the three monks who were with Zhu Xuemin, "What have you done..."

　　 Chu Yin and others were equally surprised. They stood on the deck of the slow body and did not know the source of all these changes.

　　 Before they could answer, Luo Siyuan's face had already turned into flying ash and was lost in the wind.

　　 Between heaven and earth, there is only silence.

boom--

　　 the sound came from the giant baby,

　　 Zhu Xuemin bounced back faster than when he went,

　　 Both feet scraped across the fragile deck, ploughing two long traces.

　　 His condition is not very good, his body is steaming, his skin is red, and he is embarrassed, as if he has just been fished out of the boiling soup.

　　 "I'm fine."

　　 Zhu Xuemin said hoarsely, raising his hand to stop Chu Yin who wanted to come forward for treatment.

　　 [The Dreamland of the Birth of the South King has ended, all players will be forced to exit after 120 seconds]

　　 The system's cold reminder sounded in his ears. Zhu Xuemin stood up silently, looked at the gray world, and muttered: "It's over."

　　 A zigzag and winding thunder, slowly across the sky, and finally solidified in the air,

　　 The rain for a long time, like a still photo, stopped in the air, motionless.

　　 For a long time, everything began to move slowly.

　　 The thunder seems to be slow and fast back to the clouds, the torrential rain traces back to the sky, the river flows upstream, the fallen leaves fly back to the branches,

　　Time is going backwards.

　　 Annihilation fly ash drifted back in the wind, rebuilding everyone on board.

　　 Luo Siyuan turned back to his original state, only seeing the foreground of his eyes receding, faster and faster.

　　 He saw his mouth open uncontrollably, and asked Chu Yin and the others: "? What do you do...what will happen?"

　　 He saw himself standing by the bridge in Chenzhou City, and a pear core that had been eaten flew up in the water and floated back to his mouth, increasing the flesh one by one.

　　 He saw Master, who had long since died, reappeared in front of him, walking around with him again, exploring the unknown world,

　　 Finally, he returned to the origin of everything.

　　 Green mountains and green waters, remote mountain villages.

　　 "Siyuan! Have dinner!"

　　The mother called from before the hall,

　　 The round-faced little boy sitting on the low threshold, basking in the setting sun, responded, put away the books in his hand, and said to the sister next to him: "Let’s go, eat."

"Ok."

　　 The little girl in a red cotton jacket took his hand, stood up, and curiously asked, "Brother, are there really demons in the world?"

"how is this possible."

　　 The little boy curled his lips in an old-fashioned manner, and said with disdain: "Even the newly hired master of the country, Chen Zi and Daoist, has personally denied the existence of gods, Buddhas and demons.

　　 He said, ‘when people don’t know why something happened and cannot control the direction of things,

　　 will make up the cause and effect of things and believe that there is no causal connection,

　　 to gain a sense of control and eliminate the tension and anxiety caused by unknown and uncertain.

　　 Superstitious fanaticism is superstition. ’

　　 People don’t know how the weather changes, and there is a heaven of clouds and rain.

　　 For fear of doing bad things and getting retribution, there is an underworld that rewards good and punishes evil.

　　 Fear of the night, there will be demons hidden in the shadows,

　　 For longevity, there are immortals living alone in the sky.

　　 There have never been any gods and Buddhas in this world. No matter what you do, you depend on yourself. "

　　 He flicked the book in his hand, and the title of the book became more striking in the setting sun.

　　 "The Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy——by Guang Chen Zi"

　　——————

　　 Li Ang opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling in the bedroom.

　　 "Are you awake? You are the best in this group of people."

　　 A deep voice rang in my ears,

　　 Li Ang didn’t change his face, a carp jumped up from the bed, and gave Miss Chai who was floating in the air a brainstorm.

　　 Jumped up to the computer desk in three or two steps and browsed the player forum webpage.

　　 After a delay of more than ten seconds, new posts appeared on the player forum. Most of the content was that the birth of the South King mission ended early and everyone was forced to withdraw.

　　 Li Ang leaned back, lay back on the chair, and let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 Although I don’t know what Zhu Xuemin said or did to King Shengnan, from the result, it should have worked.

well done.

　　Dingdong,

　　 There was a notification from the friend system on the personal panel that Xing Hechou sent the message.

　　 "Brother Li, are you here?"

　　 "In."

　　 Li Ang replied, "Brother Xing, have you returned to the base?"

　　 Xing Heshou: "Well. Comrade Zhu and them are back. I have to thank you this time. If it weren't for you, the task would be difficult to complete this time, and the comrades in the bureau would have suffered heavy losses."

"you are welcome."

Li Ang and Xing Hechou chatted for a few words, and casually asked about the whereabouts of the next-born Southern King~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When in the dream, Xing Hechou said that it was the dream tapir in the prisoner’s cave that first suggested in the real world. , To create a controllable urban legend,

　　Using billions of human subconscious minds, man-made gods,

　　 Let the gods themselves become recyclable trial grounds.

　　 But before the Special Affairs Bureau can discuss a result, the dream tapir disappeared.

　　 In the real world, there are also urban legends about the birth of the Southern King.

　　If Xing Hechou didn't lie, then it is very likely that the Mengmo himself, or other forces who used the Mengmo to give birth to the King of Shengnan, will cause this large-scale mission.

　　 So the question is coming, where is Shengnan Wang now?

Has 　　 been wiped out, or was it compiled by Zhu Xuemin, who finally entered the third level of the dream?

　　 Where are the other forces that gave birth to the Southern King (if they exist)? They must have entered the dream, why would they let Zhu Xuemin do what he did?

　　 Once you think along the context, more and more problems arise.

　　 Faced with Li Ang’s question, Xing Hechou gave a haha ​​and fooled the past.

　　 Li Ang stopped asking more when he saw this. After receiving the message from Xing He's sorrow that "the ordinary people infected by the Shengnan King meme did not have any problems," he hung up the friend communication with satisfaction.

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