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"Back in time, you once again destroyed the world. Even if you are given another chance, you will still make the same choice."

Hearing this, Xi Tong remained silent for a few seconds.

"You seem familiar to me?"

Xi Tong knew his past, but that was only the past two decades.

He did not know his last life, last life ...

Perhaps this is the limitation of being a human being. Understanding the world is based on the eyes as the window and the mind as the center.

What we know and think is nothing but a square inch, and it simply cannot touch the edge of the world, let alone the upper limit of the universe.

"I naturally know it, and I have been watching you all, your every move is under the light, all in my perception."

Xi Tong didn't know whether the other party was talking big, so he neither answered nor asked questions, and even owed a little surprised expression.

The God of Light continued: "I have been looking for a parallel world on earth, and even looking for someone in the parallel world."

Xi Tong immediately thought of the timeline.

Like the sacred flame of the Olympians, heaven relies on this to locate the parallel world of the earth.

"She's gone."

With her obsession, pursue her fate.

The light **** was silent for a long time, but it was not silent.

"Timeline ... The timeline will do. I did not create this thing. I have never attempted to possess that kind of existence. Also, time can be reversed once, twice or three times ...

The light **** paused and murmured in a weird tone.

"Who tells you that time is straight ahead? Who tells you that time is continuous? Who tells you that time is steady and constant?"

The walnuts in the palm of Xitong slowly rotate, the power of time rises and covers the whole body.

Faced with the God of Light, Xi Tong did not dare to take it lightly.

After all, this is an old thing that has existed for tens of thousands of years, and there is more destruction in the world than I have seen.

The most intuitive impression of the world on the **** of light is hypocrisy and insidiousness.

This is by no means groundless.

So, how much credibility does the light God say, and what is his intention to say?

Was he patiently talking to himself because he was kind and friendly, or was he afraid of the power of time in his hands?

Xitong did not pretend to be artificial.

He doesn't think that his mental activity can escape the perception of the light god.

Therefore, he went straight in.

"I don't know anything about the power of time and I don't know much about the timeline. Can you explain it to me?"

The **** of light did not refuse.

"Tell in a way you can understand, such as a comic, and the picture will move when you turn it continuously."

"If everything in the world is a sculpture-like dead object, just like the pattern on paper, the power of time is the hand that reads the book."

"This hand can be turned faster or slower. You can also turn back in the past to see the pictures you are interested in, and you can tear off the pictures you hate."

"This is the meaning of life."

Hearing this, Xi Tong touched.

He has been playing with the stem of "want to know the meaning of life and want to be alive", but he knows very little about the meaning of life.

It is undeniable that the words of the **** of light are very reasonable.

Moreover, Xitong has become puzzled and puzzled when he travels through many worlds and feels the different time flow rates in many worlds.

Now, he was suddenly cheerful.

In the past, time has been regarded as the only, connected, whole thing or power, but never thought that time can be multiple, fragmented, and scattered.

Also use the comic book way to make a metaphor.

A world is a page of paper, and the worlds are different papers.

These large or small, thick or thin, or gorgeous or pale papers are connected in a special way to form a small group, and countless small groups form a large group, and finally form a whole.

Xi Tong couldn't help thinking of the rosary in the hands of Sang Tao and the bracelets that ordinary people play.

Isn't the bead that is twisting constantly the flow of time? Isn't the hand that twists the bead the so-called "time force".

At least, for beads.

What exactly is time?

It can be any kind of existence, any kind of thing, any kind of energy.

As long as it has the supreme rank sequence, it crushes all strength and strength.

Xi Tong looked up and looked at the God of Light.

"So, what exactly is time?"

The light **** does not answer.

Xi Tong asked again: "So, what is time?"

The **** of light continues not to answer, but no longer thinks about how to answer, but whether to answer.

"Now that you know it, according to the usual practice, I have no chance this time."

The infinite amount of light reverses as if it were retrospective, and all traces of the light god's existence quickly fade away, and all traces of him in the material existence, energy existence, and even spiritual existence disappear and disappear quickly.

Only Xi Tong, because of the winding and wrapping of time, left a trace of his existence.

Seeing this scene, Xi Tong confirmed his guess.

Even if the **** of light is not afraid of the power of time, at least he is helpless against the power of time.

He deeply understands the power of time, so when facing the power of time, he wisely gave up.

Because it makes no sense to do that.

The last ray of light disappeared, but the voice of the light **** remained.

"Back in time, you once again destroyed the world. Even if you are given another chance, you will still make the same choice. Next time, I will definitely succeed."

Xitong said nothing.

Carefully chew the words of the Bright God, one word at a time, including each word, tone and expression of each sentence.

Bright God is familiar with himself.

The God of Light seems to have been witnessing what he has done.

The God of Light doesn't like himself, and he doesn't like him more than ever.

Thinking of the heavens and the worlds system, Xi Tong thought that he had done well enough, good enough, no one before, no one after.

But the Light God didn't notice this at all, or didn't care.

It's like he was neat when he stepped back.

The gains and losses he is striving for are no longer money, land, resources, and population.

It is something that Xitong cannot understand.

He is not fighting for one breath, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's brilliance, in order to achieve his goal, he can wait for endless opportunities.

as if……

He must be able to wait.

seem……

He is already winning.

Although I do n’t admit it, I feel like face-to-face with the God of Light as a landlord playing a dollar with Ma Caishen.

Winning or losing has nothing to do with Ma Caishen, it is insignificant, and even the speed of losing money is far behind the speed of making money.

But for Xitong, this is today's cigarette money, meal money, and money charged as a currency.

Thinking of this, Xi Tong couldn't help but look up.

At what height is the God of Light?

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