Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 537
She still roams the universe.

That's not a gravity-free vast void.In the unfathomable depths of the universe, a certain point seems to have infinite suction, constantly pulling her towards itself.She peered through the thin streams of dust and particles that permeated the nebula, witnessing the devastating electromagnetic radiation that illuminates entire galaxies as supernovae explode.

—Look, Pruncy.someone said to her.How big the world is, but how small we are.

She is still approaching that unknown end.

More stars shone in the void.They seemed to be living eyes, gazing at her with emotion.The blue-violet ribbon nebula is a long series of gentle motherly gazes, following her in the rotation; the orange superstar is being swallowed by the neighboring black hole, and the hot material ejected by the tidal collapse is like anger Tears of tears; comets flickering smartly and lively, they are going to the end with her.

—We can stay there together.That beautiful, gentle voice spoke to her.eternal life form.Forever wandering.

She felt that she had become very small and very light, like a golden comet, dragging its gaseous long tail brilliantly, running back and forth in the void.She knew she was a special comet, a messenger of destiny.As she drove by, all beings on the ground who saw her were reminded.She represents new life, death, creation, destruction, revolution, war, love, betrayal, loss...

—It's all the same, Prancy.The voice said with a laugh.How confused you are.

She couldn't help curling up, like a baby clinging to the company of that voice.It was her only solace and guidance on this endless journey.

But, she asked a little blankly, who are you?
— Shhh.listen.

A melody echoed in the void.A whirlpool of filaments of sound, an endless tapestry of celestial tunes.The rotation of every celestial body is in it, a chorus of fine hair.They are the mounds of life and the dust of the world.The eternal cycle of life and death, the stars go from hot to cold.

Her form spins and dilutes in the tapestry of sound.

Yes.She will join this grand recital.This is a fated promise.She will continue to fly to the deepest starting point, transform into eternal form, and then start again and again.

A trill.Sharp, straight breath.She heard such a cacophony of noise spilling into the long song of the eternal indeterminacy of the universe.The voice seemed to be chasing after her, faster than the light of the stars.

That made her confused and hesitant, there shouldn't be a slight error in the perfect song of heaven.Yet the noise was real, and she even perceived it to have a tangible but invisible shape—two long ribbons, or wings, passing her behind on either side, stretching, and closing again far in front of her, Form a closed seamless loop.

It blocked her way.The trembling breath kept rising, like the long whistling of some kind of flute.In that voice, her figure became dignified and muddy again.She had lost the end that drew her in the depths of the void.She called to the voice that accompanied her, but even that was shut out.

what are you?she asked the invisible ring.

The ring belt deforms in the flute sound, becoming thinner and wider.It seemed to decompose into more complex shapes and collide with each other endlessly.Again she heard countless melodies during the impact, but nothing like the singing of the celestial bodies.

It was a smaller sight, she hadn't been aware of it before, but now it's all audible.The slow erosion of the mountain ridges in the snowmelt and running water was the first sound she recognized; then the condensation and evaporation of dew, turning into a light mist in the subtly changing light; the leaves growing and falling; Swinging fins; praying mantis piercing cicada wings; sparks flashing from candle shadows.

The universe receded before her eyes.She felt that she was being pulled by a force in the opposite direction, returning as quickly as she had come.The tune of the great flute still danced wildly before her eyes.The boundary between sound and sight disappears.Among the overlapping sound waves, she vaguely saw a flickering cluster of color, overflowing with terrifying fire.A face with expressionless black eyes.It was almost featureless, but somehow she came to feel that it was the face of a youth.

She reached out to catch it, then pulled back in pain.not hands.Her legs were in excruciating pain.She didn't know when she had another mutilated body.

The colors in the illusion fade faster than the sounds.Before all sounds, loudest or tiniest, died away, it was Allerica who first regained sight.She was amazed at the blue sky filled with light, and of course she hadn't forgotten where she was, but she didn't know how she had survived.

That question didn't last long.When Allerica looked down to examine her legs, the answer was there by itself.She saw Jing Juan standing by her lap, gazing down at the snow-white thicket where the wire was tangled.

He reached for it like a handful of snow.The wire melted loosely between his palms, revealing some red and white fragments.Allerica thought it was her flesh and bones, but it's hard to recycle these days.

The wind is howling.Yale Liga judged this way at first.But she soon discovered that the source of the sound did not come from the surroundings, but from Jing Huang.The reinforcements who grabbed the metal wire with bare hands, although she didn't see any damage, were panting sharply with their heads down, like an aerobic creature in a state of overbreathing.His palm shook, and chunks of flesh and blood slid off the edge.His eyes were still on the bloodstain left by the slide.

At this moment Allerica felt a strange uneasiness, but she was sure that Jing Juan's state was still strong enough to defend herself.She immediately turned her head to look for the deadly killer, but only found a cliff in front of her eyes.There are deep ravines and sunken valleys of sand all over the place.She was lying on the only small piece of high ground left, and Tianyi was lying curled up not far from her, surrounded by a colorful bubble.

She blinked.cliff.She never got it wrong and it had nothing to do with blood loss or serious injuries.At this time, her protective clothing mask had been taken off, and she directly asked the only sober person.

"How is it?" she asked. "Still down there?"

Jing Huang didn't answer.He was still panting like a physical being, his arms hanging weightlessly.A jade vial slipped out from his sleeve, and he held it in his hands, looking at Yale Liga uncertainly.

Yareriga looked from the bottle to him.In that dead moment, she wasn't sure if the contents of the bottle were good for her.

"My leg can be transplanted," she said. "Make a copy and then attach it with surgery. Not as difficult as yours."

They stared at each other for a while, until Qiaoqiao Tianyi let out a small moan.Jing Huang's sleeve shook, and the jade bottle disappeared again.He came up silently to help Yale Liga.

"It's gone," he said after she managed to stand up.

Yale Liga took a look at his expression.It didn't look like he had lost a battle—in fact, she hadn't seen Jing Huang's expression of being defeated.In her mind, she quickly reviewed everything that had happened before, the catman killer's cosmic strange eyes, and the scales that reflected its eyes.A well-matched killer combination.

"Its eyes are magical," she said, and then asked, "Have you seen it?"

Jing Huang nodded.He still didn't say a word about the encounter between himself and the killer, as if they had simply met each other.But Yale Liga still hasn't imagined how the sandy cliff she landed on was formed.When Jing Juan used a cloud of red to bring them high into the sky, she found that many places at the bottom of the sand valley even showed glassy reflections.

"It will come again," said Yareriga as they rose into the sky, "if you don't hurt it badly."

"It's coming." Jing Huang said with his back to her.

Yale Liga propped her body up on the cloud, watching Jing Huang's back carefully.She found that Jing Juan's right hand was resting in front of her body, playing with something behind her back.She immediately thought of the jade bottle.

They returned to the Silence in silence.Jing Huang walked in the front and did not forget to use a colored bubble to help Yale Liga walk, but Yale Liga refused.She bandaged the cut as soon as she got aboard, and got herself a walking stick.Jing Huang sat in the corner and waited for her to finish all this, Qiaoqiao Tianyi also had a clear consciousness at this moment.She flapped her wings in pain, as if she hadn't regained her balance from the cosmic fall.

"My head!" she moaned, "I hate the place where the boat is invisible!"

Yareriga reassured her and examined her skull for damage.The horned man with mana seemed to be more susceptible to the magic pupils than Yale Liga, and he still staggered when he walked.Allerica helped her into her room, intending to give her some care time.After she let Qiaoqiao Tianyi lie down on the carpet, she found that Jing Huang also came in, standing by the door like a ghost.

She felt as if he was about to say something, so she sat there and waited.Jing Juan really came up, slipping out a gleaming small object from his sleeve.It slipped along Joan's hand, and fell by Yareriga's leg.

It was not the jade bottle she imagined, but a slender and delicate metal chain.Yareriga knew it, because it was the same one they had bought in the White Tower store—but, now, it looked different.She found that the chain had been tampered with, and the vine leaves that served as the main ornament had all been melted away, and what hung all over the chain was a fine silver carving of a five-petal flower, small and delicate, and each flower was painted with rubies of dust.This change will undoubtedly take a lot of effort.

Yareriga hooked up the chain with her fingers.The chain jingles in the process—a tiny bell is hidden under each flower carving, another time-consuming craft.She blinked.

"As a gift," she said, "it's really unique timing."

She intends to take it easy—to sort out her emotions, recover from the horror of her escape and Jing Juan's abnormality, and then carefully examine how she feels about this gift and why it was given Own.But before that, Jing Huang retreated towards the back of the door.

"Goodbye," he said.

Yale Liga didn't react immediately.She was surprised that the word Jing Huang used was too polite and healthy.And then she realized that this was not a good omen, so she put her legs up and rushed over.Jing Juan watched her approach until a bubble that enveloped the room separated them.Yale Liga stood inside the door, watching Jinghuang outside the bubble disappear at the end of the corridor.

Qiaoqiao Tianyi let out a desperate moan.

"Jesus, Bubbles!" she said, lying on the carpet, "again!"

(End of this chapter)