I! The Salted Fish Law God Was Eavesdropped On By Master Loli

Void.

Lynn stood in the vast void with two blades in hand, and the divine light burst out from his body, almost illuminating the entire vast space.

He stared deeply at the color that kept trying to get in through that fissure.

And at the border between law and disorder.

His power has officially come into contact with that chaotic color.

War is almost imminent.

But at the next moment, Lynn suddenly felt a strangeness from the border between his realm and that piece of disorderly contact.

because.

He made no attack.

Lynn frowned.

"Something...is not right."

Because disordered beings are chaotic without thinking.

They are an aggregate of chaos and disorder.

Under normal circumstances, if he encounters a living being like him, he will immediately show his sharp fangs and devour the opponent to become part of them.

Not to mention, such a large number of disordered creatures.

Their chaos should be more violent.

"Shall I slash first?" Lynn hesitated.

But that's when Lynn wants to act.

suddenly.

In the deepest part of the frantic colors, the boundless colors began to surging frantically, as if something was growing little by little, magnifying little by little.

It gradually replaced the frantic colors around it, resisting the suppression of the disordered force.

It's like the wisp of cleanliness that is trying to be born in the endless turbidity.

hum-

In that frantic whisper.

The two syllables that distortedly wanted to return to order resounded in his mind.

Like a call.

Lynn froze there almost instantly, his face suddenly pale.

And in vagueness.

He felt the broken reincarnation that had been planted in the deepest part of his soul.

At that moment, it was so softly throbbing.

Those two words reverberated in his mind, as if it were a call that spanned countless times.

"Lynn..."

...

Winterspring Valley.

Nanako suddenly raised his head, and the daze and dazedness in his eyes also seemed to slowly start to retreat at this moment.

Then she suddenly collapsed to the ground, coughing non-stop, but what came out of her cough was not blood, but countless bizarre fragments.

"Nanako!"

Yuan Mei was shocked, her face was pale and she wanted to help her up.

Nanako clutched his chest hard, but there was a slight relaxation on his cheeks.

"It's really...it's weird..."

Whispers in the mind.

Tell her a bizarre story.

And she finally understood why in her heart, she always had such a strong sense of separation from her former self.

Apparently he had already recalled some.

Mingming had already made up his mind that he would definitely become his former self.

But no matter what.

No matter how hard I tried to make myself one with that figure, I couldn't really identify with it.

"Because... Nanako is broken..."

She raised her head, and there seemed to be countless flying snow in her eyes.

She also finally understood why it was difficult for her to recall more of the past no matter what.

but now.

She got it.

"Yuan'er, can you follow my disciple's path and send me there..."

Nanako turned his head and gave her a bright smile.

"please."

It seems that everyone can only hold on to their stubbornness in the cage called fate.

Everyone seems to be coerced, playing their role stubbornly on the stage of life.

No backsliding, no compromise.

...

Void.

Lynn felt the change in that cycle in a daze.

He clutched his heart hard.

Feeling the pain and throbbing in it made him gasp uncontrollably.

It was the reincarnation that he had spent thousands of years, in this world without reincarnation, forcibly forged for her,

Not for anyone, just for one person.

He spent endless years reversing her soul, searching for that similar flower in the tumult of hundreds of years.

But for a long time.

The cycle of reincarnation has never been consummated.

I have always felt that something is missing, and I have always felt that this reincarnation is not really perfect.

So more than once in the night looked sadly at her cheek.

Also for a long time.

Even after she has shown more and more similarities, she still feels that it is just a similar flower...

Both her and not her.

He raised his head tremblingly, looking at the chaotic disorder.

little by little.

Looking at the azure blue that gradually bloomed in the frantic color.

"You are……"

In fact, after learning her connection with disorder from the mouth of the god of order.

He should have realized it long ago.

The reason why the reincarnation that I forged for her is incomplete is because her soul has never been truly completed...

Reincarnation restored part of her order.

But it couldn't relate to the disordered half.

Because these are two completely different worlds.

"You are……"

His eyes slowly filled with bloodshot eyes, and the emotional madness surged in his chest, which even made him unable to breathe and made his whole body tremble.

He restrained all the divine light from his body and felt the strong fetters and throbbing of the reincarnation in his heart.

There is no defense, and all vigilance is abandoned.

Because he is sure.

He is sure!

In the boundless frantic colors, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of hot tears, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and stretched out to the blue sky.

hum-

Almost at the moment of contact.

The boundless light curtain instantly enveloped his mind.

At that moment, time seemed to go back thousands of years again, back to the day when her corpse fell from the high sky.

Fragmentation of the soul.

Just like the fall of a mirror, in the chaotic silhouette, the brokenness has become countless bizarre fragmentary shadows.

Countless pictures flashed before his eyes.

He did not withdraw his hand.

He gritted his teeth and his eyes were blood red.

He wants to see that past.

See the incompleteness of that reincarnation.

The part that has been missing for a long time and has almost been ignored by him!

finally.

In the silhouettes of countless pictures, he saw the years that were stripped away.

Part of the order is permanently left in the sea of ​​​​the underworld.

And the part of disorder continued to drift, rejected by the whole world, exiled by the whole time, and fluttered all the way downstream.

It was a lonely time.

Broken souls roam in the sea of ​​​​underworld, standing alone against countless stormy waves.

But even the source of disorder has long been stained with the brand of order in its long experience.

Until it returns to that frantic color again, becomes a part of that color.

Sleeping ego, chaotic will.

But it seems that even so, in the deepest part of the broken soul, he still desperately protects the past and years.

Alone on the frontier of order.

Watching the road that came.

waiting for someone.

Until the return of the other half comes to wake her up.

Until someone can come and take her home.

until……

"Now."

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