Teardown mode from scratch

Chong Xiang walked aside in the dark, picked a branch of a tree and broke it off, and purple luminous liquid dripped from the broken branch.All kinds of plants along the way were familiar, so Rong Ling stood aside and watched him, then grabbed the other end of the branch and wrote the bird-like words on the ground.

In Rong Ling's eyes, those ancient characters became blurred and gradually turned into familiar characters.

The two words written by Chongxiang are 'freedom'.

"Freedom?" Rong Ling repeated it incredulously, worried that it would not work, and repeated it a few more times. There is nothing wrong with this word. What he yearns for is freedom. The people here are really strange.

"Free, free, free..."

"It seems that no one really cares? How could this happen?" Chong Xiang stood aside with a small face full of doubts. "It can't really be gone. It shouldn't be, what happened in such a short time? We have to go back to the temple to see!"

"Why can't you mention freedom?"

"Because this is impossible for gods. Yangcheng is only so big, and my life of hundreds of thousands of years is enough. I have recorded all the cracks in the walls of the streets and alleys. Zhiyang God was the first to exist. , His Highness, he was imprisoned for some reason, or restricted by the ancient oracle, and he could not leave Yangcheng for the rest of his life. Freedom is impossible for His Highness, even if he is a god, he has given his people a stable and beautiful life At the same time, it deprives human beings of their freedom to go out of the city. Even what he can’t get, what is his people’s extravagant expectations? Before Fei Yin, there was a rule that people who talked about ‘freedom’ would be killed or exiled. cage."

"It's so miserable, let's say your god is gone now, but why is this cage still there?"

"The three regions have their own samsara. The samsara in the cage is very long and difficult. The endless life in the cage is the most painful thing. In the city, buildings, supplies, writing, etc. are the wisdom of gods, The things created will not disappear with time. With the Sun and Moon Seal, the human cycle in the city will remain stable. I have never paid attention to the pool water, but it should be similar to the prison cage. To put it bluntly, neither the prison cage nor the pool water belong to The people of the Yang God, they are only worthy of being the foil of the wisdom of the gods, and they are set aside for fun."

"Tsk, what a sad god! It's better to die than to live like this." Rong Ling sighed silently.

"So, he finally chose to die." Chong Xiang spread his hands and shook his head.

"Fuck, it's been half an hour. Old man, pack up your things, let's go inside now."

"Okay—" Wen Jinglan checked the equipment, and after confirming that it was correct, he stood aside and waited for others.

When Rong Ling was ready, he threw the oranges into his backpack and turned to ask Chong Xiang:

"Child, do you want to prepare something? Otherwise, let's go."

"Go now? Why don't you go to death, sir? Wen Xiao, no, Wen Jinglan, you are as impulsive as him. Let's think about it! Otherwise, wait 1 years, and I will practice the prototype before going out!"

"1 years!? I will be satisfied if I can live to be 75 years old. We are human beings, not gods. If you don't leave, I will drag you with a rope."

A certain person knows that it is useless to cry miserably. The beautiful man in front of him is the master of softness and toughness. Looking at Wen Jinglan's temper, who has never provoked him from the beginning to the end, he knows that this man must be a big man with a face and a heart. devil.

"Understood, let's go, sir, I will have a breeze in my sleeves." Chong Xiang said happily, shaking his two long sleeves.

"That's my clothes, why don't you wear these clothes?"

"Beautiful brother, you are the best. By the way, what is your name, pretty brother?"

"Your head is beautiful, I'm a man! My name is Rong Ling. Don't call me a bitch! You are hundreds of thousands of years old. Call me brother, do you want to get beaten?"

"Aha...ha, Rong, Rong Ling...Brother, Big Brother, you are very handsome." Chong Xiang really wanted to cry, but he was afraid of being beaten.He called himself a child, and he called him big brother, what a bad thing!What a shame!

It sounds like a gangster, um, not bad^^.