Ten Days End

Qinglong only felt that Tianlong in front of him became quiet again, and his breathing became steady.

His slightly frowned brows also smoothed at this time.

"Whose dream made you so angry?" Qinglong grinned, "Could he still hurt you?"

Tianlong naturally couldn't answer Qinglong's question. He just sat quietly on the throne, leaning sideways, holding his chin, and sleeping all the time.

Just like the past few decades.

Seeing him like this, Qinglong's expression was slightly moved.

"What "original object", "clever object", "separation"..." Qinglong smiled bitterly, "Tianlong, you forced yourself into this situation... wake up once every ten days... and then fall asleep again after exhausting all your strength. This is all your own fault, who can you blame?"

After saying that, he stood up, left the side of the throne, came to the big tree under the steps, and looked up.

"I told you a long time ago... what is the most important thing in a world? Are these the three "immortal arts" you chose? "Qinglong shook his head, "You are indeed a well-deserved "dreamer", and you have loved dreaming all your life... Look at the three "immortal arts" you chose. You planned to create a perfect world from the beginning, but the result is that you fall into endless fatigue. "

Qinglong stared at the red fruit on the tree and said: "You claim to be able to create everything in the world... But this fruit grew by itself... It was not affected by your "immortal arts" at all. So do you know...? The most important thing in this world is not the "world" at all, but "people". Where there are people... infinite possibilities can be born. "

After saying that, he turned around again, stared at Tianlong's sleeping face and said: "The facts have proved to you countless times... "Creating the world" cannot control everything, only "Spiritual Hearing", "Silence", "Soul-stealing" and other immortal arts that can control "people" can do it. Only by playing with people's hearts can you get what you want... But, we all seem to be in contact with a "monster". "

Tianlong's silence spread into the house.

Qinglong's face gradually darkened: "Remember the last time you used the "immortal method" to produce a stinking apple with the smell of "Taoyuan"...? You asked me to throw it away, but I took it to Tianshe without authorization and picked an "ant" with "transformation". Guess what I turned it into...? It's just an apple... Guess what happened to it in the end?"

Tianlong's silence came out.

"Guess the name of a person transformed from an "apple"...?" Qinglong asked again with anticipation, "How great is my idea? !"

What was waiting for him was still the echo and harsh silence of the room.

Perhaps in the entire "Taoyuan", only Tianlong could have an equal conversation with Qinglong, but Qinglong didn't get this opportunity.

He could only talk to himself.

"What a great idea... but I have no one to share it with..." Qinglong trembled and lowered his head, saying, "Since this place has been strongly intervened by "Endless Life", we can add someone in at will. As long as this person considers herself a "participant", she will join the "Endless Life" army without any reason. Once this idea can be realized, what else do you need "Endless Life"? We can obviously make all things in the world become human..."

"Tianlong... we are all wrong. If we can figure out from the beginning that "immortal law" will be linked to our own strength... how good would it be to choose "transformation"? We can change everything at will, including people. No..."

Qinglong shook his head again: "If we can really know everything in advance... how good it would be if we were still two independent people... why do we have to get to this point today..."

...

A fat and old middle-aged ground monkey stood in the corridor of the "train" and reached out to take out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

But he touched his pocket and didn't find a lighter.

At this time, an empty hand stretched out in front of him, and then the fingers moved slightly, and a lighter appeared out of thin air, lighting up the flame.

The person who came was a monkey.

"Fuck..." The monkey yelled, "Just hand over the light, why are you pretending? You should use less magic on the "train". If someone thinks it is an "echo", you will be dead. "

After scolding, he leaned forward and lit the cigarette in his mouth with the flame.

"Teacher, you are joking." The monkey said, "Many people here know that I am a magician, so why would they embarrass me because of this lighter?"

He raised the lighter and gave it to the monkey.

The monkey was not politeHe took it and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, then looked at the other end of the corridor.

The monkey knew that the end of that place was the "front" area where Tianlong was. In addition to Tianlong, there were also a group of "heaven-level".

"Teacher..." the monkey shouted, "What are you looking at so far away?"

"Fuck..." the monkey exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. What does it have to do with you?"

"Okay, I won't ask." The monkey nodded very tactfully, "I just want to ask if you want to go back and eat something?"

"Okay... Let's go." The monkey looked at the depths of the corridor again, and his face gradually hesitated.

He had a very bold idea in his mind and wanted to find someone to discuss it, but this person must also be able to feel the "immortal method".

Whether it is "spiritual hearing", "spiritual smell" or "spiritual touch"... It's a pity that people with "immortal methods" on the "train" are extremely rare, not to mention these rare "immortal methods".

"Monkey..." the monkey turned his head and shouted.

"What's wrong, teacher?"

"Have you ever seen a "participant" who can distinguish other people's "magic magic" outside?"

The monkey paused for half a second when he heard this question, and then smiled naturally: "What kind of ability is this? It sounds so magical. Is there anyone's "magic magic" that can be used to distinguish other people's "magic magic"? "

"Forget it... You won't understand even if I tell you..." The monkey held a cigarette in his mouth and scratched his fat face, "It's really strange..."

"What's wrong, teacher?" The monkey said, "Although I don't understand, if there is anything, you can tell me, maybe I can help?"

Although the monkey answered lightly, his face was full of caution.

"Ha." The monkey smiled contemptuously, "I suspect... these so-called "inspirationists" will lose their abilities on the "train", which is really strange."

"What...?"