Su Mingan was a little angry. He was really a guy who would do anything to get a wonderful story. However, this was also the "Way" of the Supreme Lord, and He Himself could not violate it.
"I want your image to force you to protect Luo Washa. So, it is very reasonable for you not to show me your image." Su Mingan said: "If you answer this reason, it is actually more logical."
"Yes." The Supreme Lord nodded: "You want my image in order to force me to protect Luo Vasha. So, it is very reasonable for me not to show you my image."
Su Mingan felt like he was talking to a stone.
"Go back. I don't want to take up too much space and distract from the main topic." The Supreme Lord opened the book again: "Don't let my existence pollute your space-time record."
"Can Zhai Xing truly break free from the control of the world game?" Su Mingan asked.
“…”
"What is Bai Qiu's plan to stop?"
“…”
"Why did Hui Bai have so many brothers and sisters, but he was the only one left in the middle period?"
"...crossing the line." The Supreme Lord finally condescended to move his mouth.
"Cross-line?" Su Mingan instantly thought of many things, including the grid time of the ninth world, the ten thousand world lines of the tenth world, and the light and dark sides of the eleventh world.
The next moment, everything in front of him began to blur and he was about to wake up.
"One last question!" He shouted hurriedly, "If I present a wonderful record of time and space, can you help me look after Zhai Xing after I reach the end? Just consider it... consider it as book money!"
The Supreme Lord moved slightly.
His fingers hovered over the pages.
"Have you nothing to ask of yourself?" He said.
The black mist faded away a little, revealing His green eyes. The look in his eyes as he looked at Su Mingan seemed a little... desolate.
It was silent, solidified sadness.
Su Mingan was taken aback by this look for a moment, and observed those eyes carefully...
However, the next moment, he had left the dream.
Only the last voice of the Most High was heard:
…
"Can."
"You deserve a better ending, Su Mingan."
…
【Seven times I have despised my own soul.】
[The fourth time, I met a traveler in distress.]
[He made me understand that a good story is not about injecting painkillers into the characters, but about being an anatomist holding a surgical lamp - no matter whether the body is complete or incomplete, every piece of flesh and blood, every feather must be reflected in the most complete form.]
[A true observer does not create trauma, but allows existing wounds to speak.]
[This reminds me of a space-time recorder that I once observed.]
[“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”]
…
Su Mingan opened his eyes and saw a red-haired girl about thirteen or fourteen years old sitting beside the bed.
The window next to the bed was open, and the girl had obviously climbed in through the window.
"...Do you want to die?" Su Ming'an put on the gold-rimmed glasses on the table and said coldly in line with his character.
"Your Majesty the Demon Lord." Shi Ying bowed slightly. "Since I noticed that you often meet with the Outer Gods in private, I am the 'middleman' sent by the Demon Mother Goddess to report your daily words and deeds to the Mother Goddess."
She was holding a red notebook in her hand, and Su Mingan saw what she had just written: [At 7:58 am, Bai Qiu will sleep for five minutes if he doesn’t take off his clothes.]
...Is Bai Qiu so popular with the Demon Mother Goddess?
Su Mingan glanced at the purple light in her eyes and said calmly, "So you are a member of the Demon Mother Goddess... You can stay with me, but first, you are not allowed to interfere with my normal actions, and second, you are not allowed to tip off Su Liujin and the others. Otherwise, no matter how much the Mother Goddess values you, I will kill you."
Shi Ying nodded and recorded: "At 7:59, Bai Qiu, who had just woken up, threatened me viciously, asking me to follow him wholeheartedly, otherwise he would turn into a yandere..."
Su Mingan ignored her, pushed the door open and walked out. Suddenly he found his pocket was bulging. He touched it and found it was a ruby.
It feels warm to the touch and is crystal clear.
…
Mo Yan sat behind the iron railings, the bright white light swaying on the ceiling.
He was wearing ragged clothes and looked exhausted.
A guard in a heavy leather jacket approached, untied the iron lock on Mo Yan's wrist with a "click", and said in a deep voice: "Someone is here to bail you out, you can go now."
Mo Yan raised his dark-circled eyes and saw a pretty black-haired girl and a blue-haired boy standing at the iron railings.
"Brother! Come out quickly!" The black-haired girl waved her hand.
Mo Yan walked out of the prison in a dusty state. The person he possessed was called "Mo Yu", who was born in a civilian area. The black-haired girl was his sister, named "Mo Chunyan".
Mo Yan escaped the massacre last night, but was arrested and interrogated because he was suspected of living nearby.
Even though he was not the original owner, Mo Yan was still extremely angry. What did those civilians do wrong? Why were they being massacred?
"Brother, it's a good thing this brother paid the bail, otherwise you would have been locked up for a while." Mo Chunyan pointed at the blue-haired boy.
"Who is this..." Mo Yan asked doubtfully.
"My name is Wu Yi." Wu Yi smiled and said, "What happened last night was really shocking. Are you interested in knowing the truth?"
Mo Yan grabbed his sister alertly: "Chunyan, go home, Dad is still sick in bed."
Mo Chunyan said: "Brother..."
After much difficulty, Mo Yan persuaded Mo Chunyan to leave and looked at Wu Yi: "Go ahead."
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