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Silence is the same as acquiescence. Guan Buhui's voice choked in his throat and he looked at the Observer.

Or rather, the future Guan Jiu.

"What happened in the future? Why did you become like this?... Am I still here? Why am I not by your side?"

The little parrot asked stumblingly at first, but gradually became smoother. He turned his back to the crack that was emitting white light like dawn, and hurriedly ran towards him a few steps. Countless questions were stuck in his throat, and he seemed to intend to return to the darkness again: "Why don't you tell me who you are? Foster father... Guan Jiu!! You..."

The Observer raised his hand lightly, as if a transparent wind wall rose from the air, and resistance rose from under the boy's feet in an instant.

It was like a river that separated truth from illusion, leaving Guan Buhui in the place where the light shone.

"Go forward." The purple light and shadow stood in the darkness and repeated again, "Those things...you will know. Not now."

"I'm here. I'm watching you...don't be afraid. You should go."

"The time has come."

Along with the sound, the outside world roared with overlapping bells from far away. The whole mental prison seemed to be shaking like a lime wall hit by an earthquake, and the endless darkness and chaos peeled off like flying dust, revealing the pure white space inside with countless blue data streams intertwined. It seemed that the constraints imposed on him by the false god finally could not be maintained at this moment.

In shock, Guan Buhui retreated and took a last look at the purple light. He gritted his teeth and turned around to rush into the crack emitting soft white light.

——"Boom!"

The fragments of the dark space flew away like a wall. There seemed to be a layer of flexible, transparent and invisible film inside the crack, blocking Guan Buhui from moving towards the light.

The parrot tensed all its muscles, gritted its teeth and stuck to the film to push out. It pushed so hard that its whole face was bared, but it refused to stop, and pushed a layer of film to make a noticeable bulge.

The tearing sound was endless. Guan Buhui struggled to pull out his hand and reached out.

"Don't look back."

Hissing.

The membrane was pulled hard and tiny cracks appeared. The boy's fingers forcibly pulled out a gap from the tiny crack, and then he gritted his teeth and groaned, pulling it out desperately.

Just like a newborn child, struggling to break free from the shackles of amniotic fluid and break free from the darkness -

*

The hypocrite suddenly burst into a miserable scream.

Different from all the lazy or arrogant screams he had heard before, this scream was completely filled with extreme despair and panic, and even shock and disbelief at the scene in front of him.

He suddenly pressed the huge crack running through his chest and abdomen, and endless blue and red data streams escaped from it, just like a dam blocking the mountains and rivers finally collapsed because it could not bear the excessive energy. But no matter how he covered it, the light wrapped in numbers still continued to surge out, swarming back into the void of the high-dimensional space.

The shadow of the lamp poked its head out from behind the Supreme God and saw a scene that he would never forget.

A person.

A person was drilling out from the wound in the false god's abdomen.

Yes, just like a newborn baby leaving its mother's womb during childbirth, as the data flow escaped faster and faster, the figure began to tear open the false god's chest and abdomen desperately, like a snake peeling off the old shackles, revealing a new, young body naked.

First, long, flowing pink and purple hair, followed by gorgeous, beautiful wings extending from under the shoulders.

The new existence struggled to break free from the false god's body, tearing off the blood-red garbled obstacles, and slowly revealed half of its body amid the false god's screams.

Then came the waist and abdomen and calves, and even the ankles.

As such a large boy crawled out of his body, half of the body of the Pseudo-God was almost torn into pieces made up of data streams. On the half of his face that looked so similar to Guan Buhui, there was intense fear. He watched the gorgeous little parrot that crawled out of his body finally gasp and struggle, and completely escaped from his body.

Like a newly awakened cub, he panted and paralyzed on the ground, as if trying to prop himself up, but repeatedly failed.

The little lion-vulture's chest was also heaving violently, and he blocked his mouth tightly, fearing that any sound would disturb the magnificent and weird scene in front of him that made people's sanity drop wildly.

The incomplete body of the false god crashed to the ground, shaking and twisting in disbelief in the high-dimensional space. The remaining eyeballs stared at the Supreme God and the griffon behind her, as if he had never dreamed that his death would be like this.

He was even prepared to be killed by the Supreme God himself. Even if he was trapped in the abyss in anger, he could commit suicide with Guan Buhui.

Death is not terrible. For an existence like him, being forgotten is the most terrible.

"..."

The Supreme God rubbed the little griffon's head soothingly, and then walked forward under the remaining, incomplete eyes of the false god, leaned down, and looked at the little parrot with mucus and data streams all over his body.

The latter blinked slowly, as if he wanted to say something but forgot how to speak. He struggled and sobbed hoarsely, his beautiful pink and purple hair hanging down, and the face of the Supreme God was reflected in his eyes.

"Go," Fu Jiao said softly, "take back what you deserve."

Guan Buhui's pupils trembled slightly. Then, he slowly got up from the ground, stood beside the mutilated false god, and knelt down.

The bony palm tore off one of the data that made up his body and stuffed it into his mouth.

"!!" The little lion griffon's eyes widened even more.

He covered his mouth in fear and took two steps back, watching the purple-haired monster that had struggled out of another person's body. It was like an oviparous animal, tearing off pieces of data fragments hesitantly and stuffing them into its mouth to replenish its newborn nutrients.

Its movements became faster and faster, like a hungry child, and in the end it even used both hands to devour the food, humming softly from its throat.

As the false god's body was gradually eaten, many memories that remained in the mortal world gradually flowed back into Guan Buhui's mind. He was so hungry and thirsty that he could not control his hands. He put his "flesh and blood" into his mouth mouthful by mouthful, until only half of the false god's head was left.

The eyeballs on the head trembled, looking at the newborn who was devouring the food with great satisfaction.

"Ha...ha..."

The broken lips trembled, making a hoarse sound like a candle in the wind. The Pseudo-God said the last sentence in a hoarse voice: "So...ha, so you are chosen..."

Guan Buhui turned a deaf ear to it, or rather, he couldn't hear anything in his current state.

He reached out, grabbed the half of the head, and bit it down mercilessly, as if biting a juicy apple.

The last sound of the Pseudo-God disappeared.

The entire high-dimensional space fell into a strange silence, leaving only the faint sound of Guan Buhui chewing and swallowing the remaining "food".

Fu Jiao turned and walked towards the little lion griffon. The latter opened his eyes wide and asked in a stuttering voice: "That thing... He, He died?"

"Well," the Supreme God nodded lightly, "He died."

Deng Baoying Yuer trembled uneasily. What happened today was too challenging to his psychological quality, so that he could only stand there with his eyes wide open, his mouth open and unable to make a sound. The Supreme God looked down at his helpless expression, couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips and smiled, and then took his hand.

Fu Jiao's hand was still as warm and soft as ever, no different from when he first met him.

"Electronic butler," the Supreme God raised his head and called into the void of the high-dimensional space, "It's over, you can reload the civilization data."

The cold mechanical voice appeared immediately, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

[Yes, Lord God... follow your orders. 】

【Prepare to load the stored content... Read successfully, now restructured for you. 】

Deng Baoying looked up, and his eyes widened in shock for a moment.

At the moment when the electronic sound fell, he saw the endless brilliance re-reflected in the universe with the flow of time. The evolution and progress of human civilization over the past ten thousand years was instantly transformed into countless movie-like images, roaring and flashing in the empty world, accompanied by those radiant, brilliant and extremely brilliant lights and data streams, surging and rolling, returning to the billions of corners of the universe sandbox where they should exist.

From the first end of the wasteland era to the construction of the first spaceship. The dark and silent sandbox under the stars seems to be awakened again, and it once again glows with the prosperity and prosperity it should have presented in the past.

The layers of civilization are restored layer by layer, and the gaps that have been erased for thousands of years are gradually filled.

Countless huge mechanical tracks running between the planets, large and small busy starships traveling through the galaxy, and automated fully intelligent equipment and development bases that are hurriedly developing the mineral resources of the barren stars. The

transparent to invisible electromagnetic field shields wrap around those habitable and prosperous planets.

Everything, like a bright and dazzling picture, reappears before our eyes.

[The civilization structure is completed. Thank you for your guidance, Lord God. ]

[Looking forward to working for you again. 】

The electronic voice spoke so coldly, and then disappeared without a trace, like a subordinate who would leave after completing the task and would never work overtime.

As time went by, Deng Baoying felt a splitting headache, and suddenly he felt that the Supreme God had let go of his hand. In an instant, an indescribable and unfamiliar sense of fear inevitably surged into his heart.

"Wait a minute."

He was panicked and wanted to hold her hand, but saw Fu Jiao had already walked towards the depths of time with brilliant light. Hearing the voice, the Supreme God turned around, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at him with a smile.

"What's wrong?"

Deng Baoying stood there looking at her, as if there were thousands of words stuck in his throat, but he didn't know what to say. After a while, the young man with white blond hair stammered and moved his lips, and asked in a low voice: "You, are you leaving?"

"What's the matter with leaving? Haven't you grown up?" The Supreme God looked back at him and asked in a teasing tone, "Why? Are you afraid that I will leave?" "

I'm not afraid," Deng Baoying shook his head vigorously, ran forward a few steps, stood a few meters away from her, and asked in a low voice, "Then, then will you come back?"

"If you come back, when can you come back? I... I miss you very much. Don't stay too long, okay."

Fu Jiao looked at him and said nothing. The snow-white wings covering his face trembled slightly and laughed out loud.

She said nothing more, but turned around and walked towards the depths of the long river of time and void, raising her hand and waving it. Without even looking back.

As the figure of the Supreme God completely disappeared into the long river, the entire high-dimensional space suddenly became like the drum in a washing machine, rumbling and trembling, melting and shattering. Everything in front of her seemed to turn into an absurd dream, and the light and shadow were suddenly ejected.

Or in other words, the door to the high-dimensional space was finally closed under the guidance of the gods.

"Buzz——"

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The wasteland swayed and the mountains collapsed.

Deng Baoying suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and subconsciously held the crooked tree next to him. The dizzy feeling of temporary loss of direction faded, replaced by a surge of nausea and vomiting. He frowned uncomfortably and bent his waist slightly. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before barely adapting to the bright light in front of him.

The man's chest rose and fell violently, raised his head and looked at the sky.

Blue.

At some point, the sky of the Edge Galaxy had faded from the misty and deep purple, and restored its original color. The agitated and roaring mutants all over the mountains and plains disappeared without a trace. Artificial stars were finally able to wantonly flaunt their light and heat in the sky. Information waves and electromagnetic signals were also able to spread, and the fire of civilization refilled the entire planet.

Under the shadow of the lamp, my consciousness touched the snow-white scarf around my neck. I walked a few steps towards the cliff in a daze. The noise of electric current came from the earphones, followed by a call from the headquarters of the Edge Galaxy.

"President?? President... We seem to be able to contact you! The energy wall that shielded the information wave has disappeared... President?"

"Grrrl..."

A distinct vomiting sound came from behind, and Deng Baoying's eyes twitched slightly. He turned around and instinctively pulled out a heavy machine gun from his hand bones in an instant.

He saw the little parrot with long pink and purple hair and a simple white robe on his body holding on to the crooked tree just now, pinching his throat and trying to induce vomiting. Noticing the president's gaze falling on him, he vomited and raised his hands in despair, as if surrendering.

"It's me - vomit, President!! President Deng - it's me!! It's not that thing, it's me - vomit."

"Listen to me - vomit, listen to my explanation..."

"......"

Deng Baoying frowned slightly, put down the heavy machine gun he had raised with one hand, and held his forehead: "I didn't ask you this... Where is the Lord God?"

"God..." Guan Buhui was clumsily putting his long hair behind his head. Hearing the voice, he suppressed a dry groan and asked blankly, "Lord God?"

"I... I don't know... The Supreme God? Isn't she always by your side? She..."

The little parrot stood up with a gasp, paused for a few seconds, and said in a dry voice: "Didn't she come back with you?"

Deng Baoying didn't say anything, just lowered his arms and looked at him steadily. There was a magnificent and bright silence between the sky and the earth of the Edge Galaxy, with only the sound of the wind whistling over, blowing the snow-white scarf up.

The griffon's eyelashes trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from the far, high sky.

"Hold --!!!"

"Deng hugs Ying -- hugs Ying!!!"

Suddenly, his heartbeats roared like drums, and the two people on the ground raised their heads at the same time, only to see a bright arc across the azure sky. Then, a small white dot fell from the sky, getting closer and closer to the ground and becoming clearer and clearer. The simple and dust-free white robe on his body was lifted high, like a parachute filled with wind.

Guan Buhui shuddered in fear and climbed up, but he was still too slow. Just as he stood firm, he saw Deng Baoying standing at the highest point of the steep cliff, with his arms open to the sky.

The pair of golden beast pupils were instantly filled with the bright and brilliant light like molten gold, reflecting the lovers who fell from the sky.

Just like when he first descended to the world ten thousand years ago, the Supreme God jumped down from the highest and farthest sky and descended in front of her family.

The only difference was that this time, Deng Baoying caught her steadily.

Ignoring the impact caused by the wind and gravity, it was as if he had caught a treasure falling from the sky.

His forearms were pale and powerful, tightly clasping her waist.

The Supreme God who was held in her arms raised her eyebrows, lowered her head with a smile, and kissed the forehead of the devout believer.

"Good morning," she said, "little lion."