As long as he lives, progress continues.
So he invites players to weave thousands of stories, disassemble himself into twinkling stars and scatter them among them - he will jump and shuttle through the complex writing, jump in these unique texts and plots, and collide with the sword tassel of the sixth lady of Feng Aotian, dive into the singing of the sister of the Rin tribe in the sweet pet healing story, witness the colorful clouds of the little girl of the group's favorite koi, and work together with the girl who farms in the Lingquan space to open up fertile fields. He will drink old tea with the male protagonist of the 1990s in the memory of the reborn, and share the directing tube with the great director in the script of the plagiarist, and let Long Aotian of the Urban Dragon King God of War system escort him!
He wades through other people's stories, dwells in the tides of the plot, spins and leaps under their pens, wanders in the paragraphs and lines of text, performs under the curtain of the story's background, and grows flowers in the flesh and blood of others.
Whenever the narrative curtain rises, he migrates along the foreshadowing mountain range, transforming into a egret with no feet to rest on, a "wingless bird" that grows flesh and blood by borrowing someone else's wings.
Until all the texts come to an end, carrying the final chapter and flying into the eternal night.
Wait until the ultimate moment arrives.
"Come on!" Su Ming'an raised his head and drank the wind from thousands of miles away. His spine was like a spear piercing the sky. He tried his best to play the unbridled and free tone of "Dara", or perhaps he was expressing himself faintly, and laughed:
"Please carve your commandments on my tombstone! When the stars fall, you will see that the name of 'Dara' is brighter than all oracles!"
At this moment,
The pre-monsoon heatwave was suddenly torn apart.
"Dara" runs in the sunshine.
His slender body stretched in the air, his faded blue shirt billowed like a sail in the wind, and the scorching sun shone on his bloodstained bare feet.
Young hero,
He is gone and never to return.
(End of this chapter)
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