Chapter 709 (2/2)
Disappeared.
People were horrified.
This is the end of God's prank.
It is shocking, beautiful and full of mysterious and treacherous colors.
But they don't know, this is an unprecedented, the gods deceive, conspiracy.
This plot took place during the Jihad of the blood clan.
In the vampiric master van drow's own trial of sertate, for the protagonist van drow created a replacement opportunity.
Under the cross, there is the blood of sin.
Fanzhuo threw the blood stained snow-white gloves into the air and quickly burned into ashes.
He smiles gently. ”My lovely lady, it's dangerous to play with the gears of fate. I'll do it for you.”
Or, more recently.
The sand waves are boiling hot, and the golden country is shining.
The boy stroked the Golden Snake ring on his arm and muttered to himself Are you reborn? ”
He got up and went out.
”Your Highness? Where are you going, your highness? ”
”Slave market!”
The sun disk beside the ear is as bright as ever.
Sister, even if the fate is tragic, even if repeated cruel, I still have no turning back.
You should not stay here with me.
My brother will save you, even if you bet on me.
And in the beginning, at the end of Tianchi.
The creator has black hair and red pupil, and kisses the angel's forehead and heart.
”My love, you are trapped in Well, is it in the human game? ”
”Let's make a little fun of them.”
After hundreds of millions of years of waiting, the chessmen willingly sacrificed themselves in exchange for Lilith's free rebirth in the other world.
Is it worth it?
Value.
On January 1, 2094 of the sixth solar period, God's prank has become an unparalleled masterpiece.
In the countless years since then, holographic games have been constantly emerging, but no one can shake its status as a shrine.
Mr. Pei, the father of AI, devoted his whole life to the field of AI. He was crazy about it. AI technology has been a leap forward development. The connection system connects botanists and the network, allowing them to live with another identity and lifestyle. He awakened so many people that he could not wake the dream alone.
But his Lilith is gone forever.
She will never come back - no matter how he does it.
From youth to youth, from youth to adulthood, and then he is old.
Old.
Physiological aging.
He became a thin, thin, eccentric old man, the most disliked old man of his generation.
Pei Dang was not married and had no children. When his parents left one after another, his place of origin was gone. He is the only child, no sibling blood ties, parents before leaving the most worried about him, their orange like palm so weak, like the claws of a bird, holding him as if exhausted all their strength.
Parents said, you this child, how so naughty, all disobedient.
Child, what do you say you can do? You have no brother, no wife, no offspring. You are a lonely child. How can you let us rest assured?
In the end, his parents' resentment towards him disappeared, leaving only a kind of compassion.It's like the last handful of ashes in the censer, warm.
In the last part of his life, the eccentric old scientist got on the plane and went to London regardless of his body pain.
The hazy, dreamy and infatuated fog city.
He rented a room near the bell tower.
In the morning, he wakes up in the bell and turns out his presbyopia glasses.
Cook soymilk and have breakfast.
A glass of water, two pills.
He feeds pigeons in the square and occasionally rides a bicycle to enjoy the scenery along the coast. More often, he set up a drawing board and described the bell tower in front of him.
June in the world wantonly lingering, the bell tower covered with a touch of gold.
Someone came up, looked at his easel, and gave a kind laugh.
”Mister, you painted the wrong color. It's not dark red.”
The old man paid no attention to the painting.
”When, when, when...”
The old bell tower struck fourteen times.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon.
The old man's pen slipped down.
His assistant's face changed greatly sir? sir! Wake up, sir
The old man's body was transported back to China with a painting.
The assistant who had been with Pei Dang for many years was greatly shocked until someone asked him to see the old man's spirit hall. Was there anything wrong.
The assistant went off in a state of lethargy.
When he saw a picture hanging on the wall, his face changed greatly and his mood suddenly broke out. ”What do you mean? Mr. Zhang has been away for a long time, so you treat him like this? ”
Everyone was scolded for being submissive.
”Mr. Cheng, we are here at your request...”
”What's the matter with this painting? I told you to hang up? ”
”Ah?”
People were stunned, ”this painting is what you want us to hang.”
The assistant suddenly lost his voice.
The portrait is of a woman with a whale bone skirt and white lace. Her hair is like a curved Red Sea. It is filled with mist like wind, and it is fluffy.
It's a dark red clock tower upside down.
There is a line scribbled in the corner:
My God, the prank is over.
It's time you came to pick me up.