Long Aotian became popular overnight after wearing a sick and weak white moonlight

These hands, this voice...

It was clearly the best friend of the evil cultivator that he met in the fantasy world and died at his hands on his own initiative!

"What is this place? Why am I here? Why is my best friend's voice and hand here?"

After a brief surprise, Zhou Heng regained his composure. While taking the food, he took the initiative to chat with the mysterious force: "What does the urban world I originally belonged to look like now?"

"You want to know the ins and outs?"

"Can't?"

Zhou Heng stopped his chopsticks and stared at the familiar face gradually appearing on the wall: "... who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you want me to be."

"Why does it matter who I wish you were?"

Zhou Heng, who instantly realized the core of the problem, asked the mysterious force: "In your eyes, who am I?"

"You are the witness of my existence in this world, and the proof of whether I really exist."

The increasingly clear and familiar face said so, and the body gradually separated from the wall, and it turned out to be exactly the same as Feng Ling, even in the most details.

Zhou Heng couldn't help being stunned, and then asked tentatively: "...Are you the one who controls the fate of the world in the book?"

"His?"

"He is the name in our culture for an existence that is gender-neutral but also possesses a certain degree of divinity."

"Gender unknown? Divinity?"

With Feng Ling's appearance, he repeated Zhou Heng's words like a parrot, his familiar eyes flashed with strange confusion.

At this time, clothes that conform to modern aesthetics appeared, wrapped around his tall and mighty body, and his hair was no longer in a wet state as if it had just emerged from the water, but changed into a fashionable style with a few strands of dark blue and dark red highlights .

He stretched out his hand, pressed his throat that was not yet accustomed to the bondage of the tie, and carefully checked the cuffs, and then strode up to Zhou Heng's side, reaching out his hand ignorantly and naturally like a newborn child, caressing Zhou Heng's cheek, mouth Muttered: "I have a gender, I am not a gender-agnostic individual."

"but--"

"You just saw that I have sex."

As he spoke, he folded his hands on the back of Zhou Heng's, intending to let Zhou Heng determine his gender with his own hands.

Zhou Heng withdrew his hand awkwardly, and emphasized: "...gender is not the point, divinity is the key."

"Divinity? What is that?"

Unable to understand, he once again looked at Zhou Heng with blank eyes like a baby, hoping to get the answer he wanted from Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng didn't satisfy him immediately.

He asked Him, "Tell me first what is this place? Why am I here?"

"I don't know, I've been living here since I was conscious," He replied bluntly, "Although it looks empty here, you can have everything you can think of as long as you think about it."

"You can have everything you can think of..."

Zhou Heng was at a loss.

But He nodded very firmly and said, "The food I gave you just now is what I came up with."

"Then I...me too..."

"you are not."

He said, "You didn't come up with me."

"Then why would I..."

"I don't know, just like I don't know where this is, why I am here, and I also don't know why you are here. But I know that I like you, I like you at the first sight of you, I'll give you everything I can get, as long as you don't leave me."

"I...you..."

The more Zhou Heng listened, the more confused he became.

His intuition told him that the guy in front of him who looked exactly like Feng Ling and Xie Xiu's friends was the key to solving all the existing problems, but——

Can he really communicate with him?

He doesn't even have the most basic common sense!

perhaps……

After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Heng tried to ask, "Did your body and face come up on your own, or were you born like this?"

"I don't know, I have been like this when I was conscious."

"Then... the clothes on your body... did you come up with it?"

"Well, I just came up with these things called clothes."

He replied without thinking.

Zhou Heng: "The hair too?"

"Uh-huh."

He nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Heng: "Since you have been here since you were conscious, how do you know to wear such clothes in front of me and modify your hair to look like this? Also, my face...my hair..."

"do not know."

He looked at Zhou Heng sincerely, his eyes were more innocent than a newborn lamb.

Zhou Heng couldn't help feeling that there was almost no possibility of communication between him and Him.

After some painful lessons, he said to Him, "I want a mirror."

"Mirror?"

"Don't know what a mirror is?"

"I didn't know it just now, but I know it now."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand, and a large amount of silver-white substance condensed on the palm of his hand, finally forming a round mirror that could be seen by people, and it fell into Zhou Heng's hand.

"You want...a mirror..."

"this--"

Zhou Heng picked up the mirror and found that the back of the mirror was engraved with a large number of patterns, which turned out to be an antique bronze mirror. Of course, the mirror surface has been thoroughly polished, as smooth as a modern glass mirror.

Regardless of feeling sorry for the black technology, Zhou Heng looked at his "new face" in this mysterious space with a mirror in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

because--

His "new face" in this mysterious space is exactly the face he has used for 600 years in the fantasy world, whether it is the long silver hair due to the years, the golden imprint on the center of the brow, or the face that deepens with cultivation. Gradually smooth and delicate skin like white porcelain...

"Why is that?"

"You don't like your face?"

He tilted his head to look at Zhou Heng, his eyes were so clear that Zhou Heng thought of the cute big eyes of a mentally handicapped child.

Shaking his head and telling himself not to be fooled by beauty, Zhou Heng said to him solemnly: "There is no one who doesn't like a pretty face, but this face only belongs to a certain stage of my life, not all of me."

"...What kind of you do you want?"

"It doesn't matter what kind of me I am, the important thing is—"

Speaking of this, Zhou Heng paused, and said to Him: "I want to return to the people I love and the people who love me. Even if the world is destroyed, we must live and die together."

"The world is destroyed? Why is the world destroyed?"

"The world is dying all the time, at least our world is."

Zhou Heng raised his head and said to him: "This is a very long and complicated story. If you want to hear it, I can tell you it from the beginning."

"I love hearing stories."

He smiled expectantly and longingly, and said excitedly to Zhou Heng, "Tell me quickly!"

"It started more than 600 years ago... At that time, I was an ordinary office worker..."

With a time span of more than 600 years, even if it is just to tell the important things that happened, it will take a long, long time.

Fortunately, He was very patient, listening intently to Zhou Heng's 600-year-old past, showing a thoughtful expression from time to time, and——

"So that's how it is...", "I didn't expect that there are so many things between the person who looks the same as me and you...", "No wonder you see my expression is so complicated"... and other emotions.

Zhou Heng was already perplexed by his appearance, but when he heard about these feelings, his mood became more and more ups and downs.

After finally introducing the past of more than 600 years, Zhou Heng asked, "Are you sure you don't have a special connection with our world?"

"Originally, I was sure, but after hearing what you said, I am a little uncertain."

"Why not sure?"

"Because I found that everything you said once appeared in my dreams."

"In your dream..."

Zhou Heng gasped.

He remembered a Hindu legend he had heard in the real world before he passed through the book: It is said that everything in the human world is illusory, a long dream of Brahma, the god floating above the eternal nothingness, and when Brahma wakes up, the world will end, Then start over.

Could it be that the He in front of him is actually Brahma?

"In your dream, besides what I just said, who else is there?"

"very many……"

He squinted his eyes and narrated like a dream: "Some of them indulged in conquest and owned boundless land, but in their later years they fell into madness due to the confusion of power, and finally realized it and turned to eternity; Self-righteous, selfish, unable to bear any loss and humiliation, attracting strange creatures floating in outer space; some people just want to enjoy a never-ending warm and happy life with their loved ones on a warm island, even if the world Having fallen into eternal darkness, their little nest is always warm with spring flowers..."

Following his description, one after another, familiar or unfamiliar translucent human figures emerged, surrounding Zhou Heng, performing all kinds of joys and sorrows.

This opened Zhou Heng's eyes.

original……

He who has eyes as clear as a baby in front of him is really—

"What dream have you been having recently?" Zhou Heng asked.

"I... what dream..."

Hearing this, He thought for a long time in distress, and replied: "I dreamed a lot of indescribable things with tentacles, and they were swimming around in my dream world."

"Can you remove them from the dream world?"

"why?"

"Because your dream will become my reality."

Speaking of this, Zhou Heng paused, pointed to the countless translucent human figures suspended in the air, and explained: "These people and these things are colorful dreams to you, but they are all real to us. what happened and what will happen.”

"so--"

"I hope your dreams don't show anything too dangerous or scary for us."

"But I-"

"You really can't control your dreams?"

Zhou Heng looked at him worriedly, his eyes were extremely earnest.

"If it can be done, I will definitely help you, because I have a natural liking and affection for you. But I don't even know who I am, and now I only understand that my dream is closely related to your reality after hearing so much from you. Connected, I don't know how to control my dreams... really help you..."

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