The little fat boy buried his face in the crook of His Majesty's neck, just as he always did.
The skin that was once warm now had a stone-like coldness.
He cried and wailed, his hoarse throat could no longer utter any complete words, only fragmented resentment lingered in the hall.
"hate you……"
The father and son were folded together, their skin was extremely pale, and their eyes were still open. If it weren't for the child's tears, it would be hard to tell which one was a corpse that could never respond again.
"The pain won't go away if I dig out my brain." The jet-black eyelashes were already covered with tears, and the dark color that others had praised in the past was now shrouded in a ball.
The tears were so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes.
The little guy raised his palm with great effort and slapped his head hard.
"Without a brain, there's no thinking." He uttered broken, incoherent words.
Apart from himself, others could only hear his whimpering.
The little fat boy's self-torturing actions finally woke up 1002 who could only whimper;
It was funny that he was crying while trying to stop his son from committing self-harm.
The mechanical power can restrain the fat baby's arms, but it cannot stop him from crying.
Tears flowed like a long river, without any pause.
Seeing the little guy like he had lost his soul, his pupils were empty, and endless tears came from his instinctive wailing.
The little fat boy didn’t think about anything. How could a child with a broken heart think about anything else?
He looked like he was dead.
Looking at his elder brother's body on the ground, 1002 didn't know what to say after seeing such a tragic death.
Even machines can shed tears.
Even machines cannot run the program.
The emperor was originally so destitute that not even his bones were left. This body was cultivated by 1002 using his remaining flesh and blood.
I still remember that the emperor Liu Feng Su Xue had died, but when he used the remaining flesh and blood to transform into a body.
The soulless body suddenly stood up, as if the only remaining spiritual power in his flesh and blood was driving him to do something.
It comes from the depths of the soul, driven by instinct.
Either unwilling or reluctant.
The accumulation of thousands of years had torn him apart, but there was still a trace of remaining instinct.
1002 Seeing that the eldest brother's eyes were distracted, he first walked to the desk, picked up a pen and wrote a few words, and then took out something from under the seat.
Just when he thought he was about to do something, the emperor fell down in an instant, as if the weak fire of his soul had turned into nothingness.
Big brother will never come back.
1002 clearly understood this.
A lot of data is stored in his body, and he is no longer a cold machine.
1002 had human emotions, so after collecting the emperor's body, he ran all the way and cried beside the little fat boy.
Why do you all return to extinction, but only one person has to guard everything and face his most beloved child?
He had been afraid ever since the main system entrusted everything to him without reservation.
If it weren't for the main system's urging, the fat boy's wailing.
1002 You can delay it as long as you want.
Even after I came back, I didn't dare go to the little fat boy until everything that was irreversible happened.
He finally reached the cub's side.
One life is exchanged for another to break free from the outcome that has been predetermined for thousands of years, and the shackles of nothingness. Is the final reward the destruction of everything?
The little fat boy's consciousness was clamoring for self-destruction and was filled with despair.
1002 borrows the illusions of human beings.
Flowers from the other shore fall from space and grow from bricks and stones.
It spun and surged, swallowing the little fat cub.
On the closing stage, I draw back the curtain, reverse time and space, and perform for you everything that your eyes have witnessed.
Red spider lily...
The little fat boy rolled his eyes dizzily as he left the cold corpse and the silent palace.
Let him have enough energy to think about other things.
He knew what the red spider lily was. In Yu'er's memory, it was the bridge between life and death.
Extradite the dead and reunite them with their loved ones who cannot be separated from them.
But can the fish, which cries like a ghost crawling out of hell, really receive the favor of gods and Buddhas?
My father is dead.
My father is dead.
His body was stiff and lay hard on the ground.
The nine gods in the sky and all the Buddhas in the sky are fake.
We will never meet again. The flowers of the dead are blooming for the fish by Ding Ding.
He knew everything, but he closed his eyes and let himself indulge in it.
Even if it was a beautiful dream created by Ding Ding, the fish would still enjoy it.
A deep sleepiness came over him and the little fat boy slowed down his breathing.
I want to scold him.
I'm going to bite him.
The little fat boy thought in a daze.
I want to ask him why he let me drown in this deep despair.
The fish is in pain...
"What if I never come back?"
"And then he left and never came back." In the familiar palace, the little fat boy saw his father.
So tall, so handsome.
There was only an unremovable sadness in his eyes, and a hint of resentment.
The little fat boy stumbled over, grabbing his knees as if he were a child.
"Where are you going? Don't go!"
How could memories change because of people if his pleading didn't work?
He could only be a passerby and watch his loved ones die with his own eyes.
The space trembled, as if hesitating whether to continue.
The little fat boy made a choice. He crawled up from the ground like a puddle of mud and climbed onto the emperor's chest while whimpering.
In the cracks of time and space, 1002 is like a waiter leading the way.
The emperor was strolling leisurely in the back garden, humming a tune, the same one he often sang to put his young son to sleep.
The space was emitting a flickering light, and the little fat boy embedded himself deeply into the emperor's chest.
At the end of time and space, the universe is vast and the nebulae are like waterfalls.
The noble emperor stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the silver-white machine from afar.
"Won't you wait a moment?"
“No need.”
The Milky Way was silent, and someone sighed.
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