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"Master Cheng, do you know why his surname is Wu (pronounced as sì)?" Si Song asked.

"Follow your father's surname."

"Have you ever thought of something else?"

Wu Cheng frowned, "Number?"

"That's right. But let's start with the self-introduction." Si Song's mood stabilized, and he regained the gentleness of Mr. Pian Pian Yu.

"Chengcheng, do you trust your fate?"

"Maybe it's... believe it." Wucheng lowered her eyes, her eyes were a little sad.

"Then you believe in the existence of the Creator?"

"Maybe."

"That's easy to say. "Fate" is me, and I will talk about "Heaven" next, and I, Chang Xiyang, Si Song, Xiaoqian, we are all part of the Creator. "

"Is it like God?"

"In [-] million years, the earth entered the Paleozoic Era. As you know, life exploded in the Cambrian Era." Si Song took the words.

Wu Cheng nodded, "During the Cambrian period, a large number of invertebrates suddenly appeared at the same time, and scientists have not yet been able to explain the reason."

"Scientists can't explain it..." Si Song laughed, "The earliest life forms appeared in the Precambrian period. During that long period of time, there was very little life on earth. We are the earliest life forms." .”

"Microorganisms?" Wu Cheng was a little stunned.

"No, we were before that. In the beginning we were just a mass of nothingness, but indeed the first life. At the same time, the earth began to form its own consciousness, which is "sky".We appear at the same time as "Heaven", but we have to be controlled by "Heaven". "

"Huh?" His eyes became confused. "Hmph, idiot." Xiaoqian snorted coldly..." The earth was initially formed as a dead matter.

As time passed, he came alive, he had his own life, he had his own mind, we are his life, and 'sky' is his mind. Matter determines consciousness, don't you humans often say that? The earth is lonely It's been so many years, he's gotta need some fun."

"Yes, so when Tian' first appeared, he didn't understand anything either.And in the long process of his continuous evolution, the earth has also developed accordingly.

At the beginning, he vaguely had the idea of ​​creating creatures, and we began to try to create them, which is why there were a small number of life forms in the Precambrian period.

Later, his thinking became clearer, and our life creation became more handy—the explosion of life in the Cambrian period. "

"You guys, have you always been like this?" His mind was extremely confused, and he didn't know where to start asking.

"Mr. Orange, your focus has always been so biased..." Si Song smiled gently, "We have no form at the beginning, but it's not just the 'sky' that is evolving, we are also evolving, constantly becoming more advanced, wealthy Feelings, character formation, and independent thinking. And don’t you think the shape of a human is more beautiful? Back then, I also lived a beautiful "monkey". "

"You can decide your own form?" Wu Cheng had a rare look of surprise on his face.

"We will continue to evolve into the most advanced form of life that 'Heaven' thinks, look, look at the aesthetics of 'Heaven'. If I can decide for myself, I must become like Ayan."

"Don't make trouble." Chang Xiyang patted Si Song's hand on his chest, "That's it, if one day." God thinks it would be better for human beings to grow three hands, and we will also become three hands, and then create Three-handed humans come to replace you. "

"Uh..." He tried to think about the appearance of Chang Xiyang's three hands, and curled his lips.

"Are there any unclear explanations?" Xiaoqian kicked him again, but this time he dodged sideways.

"Then how could I, an ordinary human being, have anything to do with you creators?" Wu Cheng blinked and accepted these absurd facts.

"Why are you an ordinary human being? You are a wonderful person, young master." Xiaoqian gritted her teeth as if she wanted to eat him.

Xi Yang lowered his eyes, "Sometimes, I don't know whether it is good or bad to have more and more complex emotions."

"I saw you for the first time in Argentina in 1882. You are the son of a nobleman. I don't know why you appeared in Argentina...

At that time, you were angry and flamboyant in fresh clothes. If I had been wearing a sword at that time, I would have drawn my sword and bowed down immediately, surrendering to you. "

Xi Yang recalled the appearance when he first met, with a smile in his voice, he never thought that he would be so fascinated by a human being.

"However, some more complicated things happened later... I was punished by "Heaven", and I lost the qualifications of the Creator. I can't even protect you well. "

"I don't know what ecstasy drug you bastard gave A Yang back then. He loved you to death! Then, you scum! You turned around and abandoned him! I'm ashamed of the disgusting things you did back then explain!"

The more Xiaoqian spoke, the angrier he became, the whip in his hand glowed red, and he slammed it against the wall.

"Mr. Orange, I have to say that what you did at that time was really not done by humans. You hurt A Yang's heart very much. At the end of the nineteenth century, the thinking of "Heaven" was becoming irritable and irritable, and we were naturally affected by it, A Yang Yang collapsed, caused disasters, and affected many innocent people.

We are different from you. We created reincarnation, created hell, and created souls to give to living things.

However, we are out of reincarnation and have no soul.To put it bluntly, we are just the simplest mass of matter.

To be punished by "Heaven" is to be denied by "Heaven".Without the acknowledgment of "Heaven", Ayang became very weak for this. "

Si Song hugged Chang Xiyang tightly, his voice trembling, "If it wasn't for keeping you back then, Ayang wouldn't be where he is now."

"It's me... I'm too selfish. Chengcheng, you said, you hate being controlled by others, but in the past 130 years..."

Chang Xiyang's eyes were red, "At that time, "Heaven" punished you and made your soul disappear, and you didn't even have the chance to be reincarnated as a human being.I can't accept it, I took you away..."

Wucheng sighed, looking just like the boy back then. "So, I'm already a centenarian?"

"Because, it's like this..." As soon as Chang Xiyang finished speaking, Wucheng's eyes suddenly went dark.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was Xi Yang's hand stretched out to him, and the tears sliding down his face.

When he opened his eyes again, Chang Xiyang was gone.

He bit his lip and did it again.

Wu Cheng looked around, as if she had known each other before.This is, the library of his university!

This is the oldest library in his school. For unknown reasons, it has not been renovated.

Everyone was writing hard under the dim light.After leaving the university for a long time, he walked up to a classmate curiously, leaned down to read what he wrote, and that person didn't mind that there was someone standing behind him.

High numbers, it's really nostalgic.Looking at the frantic handwriting and familiar formulas on the straw paper, he couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to touch the notebook.The finger, the moment it touched it, passed through the book!

He trembled in fright, then cautiously reached out to touch the man's shoulder, and passed through again.

Sure enough, these are all dead people!

Wucheng stayed away from those ghosts and continued to wander aimlessly.

He walked close to the wall, his arms passed through the wall, which looked very strange, but he thought it was a bit funny, so he started to play, and continued to walk along the wall, without thinking, suddenly bumped into something solidly.

Wucheng looked up and saw a washbasin, the most common one in the school, very long, and the ceramic tiles covered it were broken, exposing the original cement wall, like ugly scars.

Is this what originally existed in this world?Wucheng touched it, feeling a little kind.

He stretched out his hand to turn on the faucet, and the cool water seeped through his fingertips, flowed through his palm, and slid down his wrist.

Really comfortable.

He almost greedily enjoyed the coolness brought by the water, but he also felt something heavy floating out of his body.

Like the piece of ice that melts in early spring.

Quietly, without a sound... "Hey, Xiaocheng!" Someone patted him from behind, he turned around, it was the president!

"What a coincidence." Jiang Yuanchun pretended to express surprise expressionlessly.

"Well, coincidence." He returned a polite smirk.

"This water is still so good." Hao Zhizhang looked satisfied.

"You guys didn't come here to play in the water, did you?" Wu Cheng was a little curious.

"Playing in the water? This description is so cute. But, we are here to see you playing in the water." He patted Wu Cheng's shoulder, and Wu Cheng frowned in disgust, "Let's go first, Xiao Cheng!" "Oh."

The two of them had just left when a small silver knife flew towards his neck, turned around and returned the same way, and Wu Cheng turned back, it was the twins.

Diao Feng said without apology, "Slippery hands".Diao Yun smiled and hugged him from behind..."You are so naughty."

He ignored the strange couple.

"Brother." A familiar voice sounded.

"For bamboo? Why are you here too?"

"Of course I want to come." He sighed and looked at Wu Cheng with a gloomy look. "Brother, I'm so jealous of you."

"Huh?" Wucheng was puzzled.

"Obviously I'm a part of him...but you are the only one in his eyes." There was a hint of hatred in his tone.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Weizhu."

He looked up at Wucheng deeply, "Where's your arrogance? Mr. Cheng? Didn't he be attracted by your arrogance after guarding you for so many years? Now you have nothing, why...why does he still love you. Why do you still let him love you?" Wei Zhu's excited body trembled violently, and his voice became hoarse.

"I'm sorry, brother. I lost my temper." Before Wucheng answered, he apologized bitterly, turned and left.

Wucheng looked at the water droplets still dripping from her hands, feeling a little dazed.

Only him.

He went out through the door and continued to wander.

I never thought that as soon as I went out, the scene in front of me would change instantly.

In the endless prairie, a young man came with a whip and a horse, his face was like a crown of jade, and his red clothes were flying.

"Drive!" His voice was very cold and arrogant.He swung his long whip, strands of black jade-like hair fluttering in the wind.

The strong white horse rushed towards him, Wu Cheng had no time to dodge, but the steed carried the man through his body.The rushing air brought a strong wind, passing through his hollow brain and whizzing past.

That person's face... Wucheng remembered himself in the mirror that day.

He lowered his head, but saw that his legs and feet were ethereal.

It turns out that he has been floating... It turns out that he is the ghost.

"Master! Slow down!" A servant followed hurriedly on horseback.

"Go away! Don't bother me!" The young man said impatiently, whipping the whip with one hand and holding the rein with the other, the horse galloped like electricity.

Suddenly, a figure rushed into his sight, and seeing that he was about to bump into him, the young man pulled up the reins suddenly, turned around, the white horse raised its hooves high, and with a long howl, it stopped.

"If you dare to block my son's way, you are looking for death!" The young man frowned and shouted in a cold voice.

The person who appeared out of thin air was almost hit and fell to the ground.

"Hey! Who are you? You, are you not dead?" The young man pointed at the man with a horsewhip, his tone was cold, but he couldn't hide his worry.

The man on the ground didn't say a word, he supported the ground with one hand and thought about it, but his legs gave way and he fell again.

He looked at the young man on the horse helplessly, and put his long messy hair behind his ears, revealing his delicate face.

Chang Xiyang!