His pupils were the color of ink, like two silent pools of ink.
When he looked at Shenming An, aggressive phrases such as "analysis", "deconstruction", and "negation" began to churn around him. When his eyes swept over the shadows of Lu Shu and others, warm words such as "protection" and "salvation" also appeared vaguely.
Every time he "raises his hand", countless strokes pull long phrases and arrange them into the shape of an arm.
With a simple "pointing" action, countless phrases such as "sharp arrows", "guidance", and "determination" converge and transform into invisible sharp blades that pierce the god An.
When using these memory lenses, Su Mingan stretched out his hand and touched something silently, like a barrier. Then, he turned back as if unintentionally and glanced at... you.
[——After going through many hardships, Su Liujin finally arrived at an ancient castle and met the Lord of the Abyss, Letosli, who was the last in the sequence among the three-level gods.]
"Found out, you are here..." Shen Ming'an narrowed his eyes, his gaze wandering through the maze of words, accurately glimpsing the location of the word "Su Liujin". He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air, as if breaking through layers of invisible paper, making a "crunching" sound of shredding paper.
Shenming'an's angular palm crossed the paper, suddenly presenting a combination of curved and straight lines, just like a stick drawing.
At this moment, it seemed as if the three-dimensional space was compressed into two-dimensional space by some invisible object, and the three-dimensional human figure seemed to have passed through some flat object and turned into a moving pattern.
——People, things, and objects all became flat phrases at this moment, like an absurd graffiti between the worlds.
…
[The hand of God An] → reaches out → [Su Liujin finally arrives at an ancient castle and meets the Lord of the Abyss, Letosli]
“Crack—crack—crack!”
[Hand of the God An] → Slap away → [Lord of the Abyss Letosli]
[Lord of the Abyss, Letosli] →→→→[Gone]
[Su Liujin finally arrived at an ancient castle and met the hand of the god An]
[God's hand] ← Grab to the left ←←
[Su Liujin] ← [Finally arrived] ← [An ancient castle] ← [The hand of God An]
[Su Liujin]←[Finally arrived]←[The hand of God An]←[An ancient castle]
[Su Liujin]←[The hand of God An]←[Finally arrived]←[An ancient castle]
【Su Liujin: D】←←Fly away︿(￣︶￣)︿←←
【Su Liujin】╭(●｀?′●)╯BYEBYE~【Throw out the third drama memory lens】! 【The hand of Shenming An】 Σ(°△°|||)!
[While fleeing, Su Liujin threw himself into the ocean, intending to sleep under the water, but he saw a blue-haired man swimming towards him with a smile, and his attitude was friendly, as if they were meeting an old friend again.]
But he saw a blue-haired man swimming towards him with a smile.
Blue-haired man&%￥@#……
Blue￥%@*……
But I saw a white-haired man with a smile (?????) → swimming towards him (╯°Д°)╯
He (╯°Д°)╯→The sea
White-haired man (?????) → sea
Sea, sea, sea, sea&%￥@……
White-haired man (?????) → eat → him Σ(-`Д′-?；)?←Turritopsis ←Top race←Extremely strong vitality
He (゜?)ノ → New Drama Memory Lens
…
Su Mingan closed his eyes and controlled this invisible and abstract battle.
Every time Shenming An's attack fell, the pages of the book instantly turned yellow, curled, and broke, turning into flying scraps of paper, revealing deeper and more ancient passages underneath.
It's like peeling an onion - constantly revealing fragments of his past that have been forgotten, deliberately hidden, or still remembered.
He used his past as a shield.
He used his own pain as a sword.
…
“Crack!”
[Your memory lens of the play "Act 2: Liu Jin meets the heroine for the first time, and Samantri enjoys life" has been shattered. ]
…
[The cafeteria is brightly lit, and students are chatting and having dinner together.]
【The “Teacher” god An walked among them, his brows furrowed. 】
[His eyes darted around, trying to find the guy hiding behind the words.]
【“You, stop right there!” Suddenly, the “teacher” saw a sneaky student. 】
[This student did not bring his campus card, had white hair, and did not follow school rules and regulations.]
[A pink-haired female student stepped forward and said, "This is the old god Asasto, who holds the power of dawn and leads the fire of the wasteland. He is not only the master of Praya Cloud City, but also the messenger of fate and judgment. Although we have to eat simple food today, we can still find the ambition of the wind and cloud."]
[“What nonsense!” the “teacher” scolded, “Only students go to school. There is no such thing as an old god. Leave him to me!”]
[When the situation became tense, a dragon knight arrived. He was very handsome and majestic. He descended from the sky and said arrogantly, "I am also a teacher. If I say he is a good student, then he is a good student! You have no reason to take him away!"]
“Crash!”
Snow-white tentacles → overturned → the dining table
God An (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻ → Dining table←Dragon Knight Su Lino (一︿一)o←Student Puddingo (-`д′-?) ←Student Su Liujin (ФwФ)ノ
God of Peace (╬￣皿￣) → Draw the sword → Dragon Knight Su Lintu (艹皿艹)
Sword→sword→sword→sword→sword
light←light←light←light←light
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