Tomb Raider: At the beginning, you can arrest spirits and dispatch generals

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Because he can't control what the Creator wants to do, he just needs to ensure the safety of the Creator.

Because the creation of the world is mainly controlled by others, I will face a very unstable life.

The existence of the Creator is an inevitable existence, and nothing can happen to him.

However, this guy went on and on for a long time, confessing is not like confessing, and complaining is not like complaining.

As he himself said, he has lost his direction in life, and he has to find what he can do and what he is interested in.

But in the end, he still didn't say what he really wanted to say.

Even if he didn't say it, Ye Ling thought of it.

Now all the essences, all the rules have been met.

It seems that the world is like this.

Existence is reasonable, and existence has meaning.

Meaning is woven by rules, so rules become the ultimate of everything.

But Ye Ling's thoughts are completely consistent with those of the Creator.

It's just tacit understanding.

This is not the end of the world.

But Ye Ling didn't want to worry about that much anymore.

The world formed by these rules must be controlled to be at ease.

Seizing the position is imperative.

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As for the world without rules, just monitor it in the future.

In fact, these creators must have anticipated and known it.

That's why the Creator looks so lonely.

In fact, what the Creator wants to say is that this world, all of this, is still written by others.

Creator, wrote a Creator.

But Ye Ling didn't care anymore.

The Creator lost his purpose, he was frustrated, it didn't matter.

There are still so many things to do on my side, and I still have goals.

In a word, if the existence of Ye Ling is inevitable and accidental, then Ye Ling has been driven away to the shelves until now.

"Creator, Creator, I know all of this."

Ye Ling smiled wryly, "Actually, you were also worried at the beginning, right? Worrying that I, who came out of the world you created, would shoot you to death with a backhand."

"Because, you know, I'm someone who really doesn't like being confined, who doesn't like being potentially dangerous."

"You're right in not saying it. Even if we can all think that all this was created by another person, if we don't say it, we won't feel so uncomfortable."

Ye Ling left.

In this world, just remember, just remember that there is a Creator.

......

Seeing that Ye Ling came back empty-handed, everyone thought that Ye Ling had completely solved the trouble.

The fat man smiled and asked, "Where is the Creator? How is he?"

"He won't leave with me. I have already put his world above Shenzong."

"He is almost...saying goodbye to us."

Everyone stopped talking.

It's not a happy event.

Because everyone has experienced it.

Living well in their own world, who wants to run around?

Even if you want to be strong and live forever, isn't that enough?

But now everyone has gone too far.

Take the place where we are now, as if we are standing on the pillars we built.

This pillar is thin and long, and its height is already unknown.

Anyway, I always feel uneasy.

If the pillar breaks, everyone will be doomed and fall to their deaths.

It was like being on a high mountain again.

A mountain with no grip at all, and everyone is temporarily sticking to the slope. If they can't stick at any time, they will slide into the abyss.

"Okay, everyone don't want this face, we still have one thing to solve."

"The old guy is still in our world at the moment. I'm not afraid that our world will be occupied by that old guy. I'm just afraid that he is already copying everything the creator has."

"Because he realized that our existence is the biggest challenge to him, or it is a fatal offense."

"So he also wants to deal with us by creating the impossible out of the possible like the Creator did."

"Also, there's one thing we haven't addressed, which is no rules."

"What is no rule? Is there no rule, or are there many rules?"

"But in either case, we're now faced with a very stark fact that we don't know if there are other rules."

Ye Ling took out the necklace and it floated in the air.

There, it is everyone's hometown.

Old Man Time is currently in Xianshan.

He is like a creator, writing a novel.

This novel is about Old Man Time, but it is not clearly expressed between the lines.

In his novels, the protagonist is just an ordinary mortal without any cultivation.

The man had had bumps in his life and was finally dying of old age.

Just when the protagonist was about to be written to death, the old man stopped moving.

He dared not write any more.

Because he wasn't sure if he was the same as the young man before.

If it's the same, then Ye Ling doesn't have to worry about writing the protagonist to death now.

Ye Ling can be easily solved.

The future world is still your own world.

If everything about the successful young man hadn't been copied, then this novel would be a novel that couldn't be more ordinary.

At this time, Ye Ling was already standing outside the door, looking at old man Shi Guang with a smile.

Or it could be said to be an imitation version of the Creator.

"How's the novel going?"

Ye Ling asked.

I don't know why, but the old man always finds Ye Ling's words a bit annoying.

What he doesn't know is that after he copied the Creator, he has been more or less affected in emotion and memory.

Creator is very sensitive to the phrase "how is your novel doing?"

Especially when I was injured and couldn't eat enough.

As long as someone asks this sentence, the heart of the Creator will tremble.

Sometimes even when I am extremely desperate, I feel that writing a novel is a dead end.

The old man quickly suppressed his restless thoughts.

He looked at Ye Ling seriously, "I have written a lot of novels, but I still can't write the ending."

"What? Are you afraid that if you write the ending, people from your novel world will come out?" Ye Ling smiled lightly, pretending to know nothing, "You don't need to worry about it, because you wrote about my world before. When you were with me, we actually came out before your novel was finished. Could it be that you have set a limit for your own world, and only the people in it can come out after finishing it?"

Just when the old man was about to say "I won't let them" come out, he realized something and didn't say anything.

Instead, he said, "That's almost what it means, but I just don't know how to finish it, because I'm not sure if the world I wrote really exists after I finish writing it."

Hearing this sentence, Ye Ling realized that this old guy had already learned all the consciousness and humanities.

This old guy is no longer the rule that looked like a fool before.

The old guy now may be difficult to deal with.

Ye Ling felt a little regretful, regretting that he should have killed the old man at that time.

But Ye Ling didn't regret it either. It's not good for anyone to die.

This old man is fine, but he is alone, a widow.

But I am different, I have brothers and friends, I have a wife and children.

So Ye Ling chose to see what the old man would do while ensuring his own strength.

Didn't expect it to come out like this.

Ye Ling looked at the computer behind the old man, feeling the urge to delete it.

But now that this is the case, it can only be done as much as possible.

"Actually, the Creator. Some things are like eating shit. When you don't know what shit is, when you don't know what kind of taste it is, shit is just a part of everything in the world to some people. It’s just a plant, if necessary, it doesn’t matter if you eat a little, anyway, I don’t know if it stinks or if it’s disgusting.”

"But if you know it, it will be different. Even if you don't go to the advanced level, there is always something like doing as the Romans do?"

Ye Ling said lightly.

But at this time the old man was a little restless.

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Every sentence, every word of Ye Ling hit the point.

Speaking of the old man's heart.

Thinking of the episode of eating shit and eating the vomit of the big-headed baby, the old man almost threw up.

What the hell is this called!

But no matter how you look at it, Ye Ling doesn't seem to have seen through everything, so he can't expose himself.

So, the old man pretended to retch, "Ye Ling, there's no need to be so disgusting. Since you've said that, let me try the ending."

While speaking, the old man turned around and looked at the computer.

This book is not connected to the Internet. In this fairy mountain, how can there be an Internet.