Sacrifice to the Heavens and the World

But fortunately, the later development was still good. First, it was because of the influence of the altar of the heavens on Qin Yan, and the knowledge in the pocket books that Fang Xiang had read before came in handy.

Carrots and sticks, dragons collide and soothe the soul, all these have achieved a lot.

Moreover, Qin Yan's situation at the time was not optimistic, and surrender was her only choice.

She is a beautiful woman full of wisdom, knowing that it is better to face all this with a smile than to give in in pain-since she already knows roughly what kind of existence she is facing.

Life is always unsatisfactory, and this result is already very good in a life full of unknowns and uncertainties.

"walk home."

In this dark and silent cosmic space, a black Buddha sits cross-legged on a lotus platform that is bigger than the earth and spewing a massive amount of black liquid, and is slowly opening eighteen pairs of giant eyes.

Distant stars shattered and spaceships and battleships turned into slag in the void ruins. Hundreds of Trojan Space veterans from more than [-] different teams were in a state of embarrassment, but their eyes were stubborn and they tried their best to rush towards that statue with more and more momentum. The majestic blackened Buddha.

These Trojan Space teams all come from different latitudes, different time and space, different pasts and futures, but at this moment, they gather together to tackle a Trojan Space’s “clearance plan” mission for seniors.

This is to obliterate the seniors, to prevent the number of strong people from overflowing and threatening the Trojan Space Deacon and the district supervisor who are in charge of an area.

But after the phrase "go, go home" just now appeared, the entire universe seemed to be stagnant.

A figure appeared silently in the void of the universe, and in the dull and blank eyes of hundreds of Trojan Space veterans, he walked towards one of their teams step by step.

"Qin Yan, are you going home with me?" Fang Xiang said softly when he came to the senior team under Qin Yan's management.

This is the first time Fang Xiang has broken the taboo and came to find her directly in the Trojan Space or the Raiders.

Qin Yan's messy long hair danced in front of her beautiful face, and some tears flickered in her eyes. The emotion and joy made her lose her temper.

She looked at Fang Xiang in a trance and nodded lightly, indicating her attitude.

The blackened Buddha sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform of the gushing black spring in the void of the distant dark universe, but at this moment trembling and gradually opened eighteen pairs of giant eyes, colorful flowing colors are spraying thin, hidden terrifying murderous intentions.

Fang Xiang didn't care, took Qin Yan's hand and stared at her twinkling eyes, and said softly:

"Others will be fine. You don't have to worry about these in the future, just stay by my side."

After speaking, Fang Xiang took Qin Yan's slender jade hand and left, waving his hand, the blackened Buddha crumbled and shattered into ashes. The trillions of stars in the entire universe were ignited at this moment, and the most dazzling explosion erupted. The light and waves!

As if celebrating something, as if to express something.

The Queen of Snake People from Doubaqiong World refused Fang Xiang. She brought her team and her subordinates to carry out a world raiding mission regardless of her life.

She has her ambitions and ideals, her character and her status make her feel that she cannot be quiet beside a man.

Fang wanted to respect Queen Medusa's choice, but just recreated the scene of her beautiful girl blowing a flute, and left with satisfaction.

In the pokemon world, Hanako has already given her body and mind to Fang Xiang, and she cried with joy at the reunion after a long absence, which seemed very lovable.

At this time, Hanako didn't have the slightest image of a strict mother when she was educating Ash, just as charming as a wife who reunited with her lover after a long absence.

In the end, there was the Ruthless Emperor. Fang wondered what the name of the most talented female emperor in ancient times was.

It is estimated that even the ruthless person has forgotten that she has existed for too long and has paid too much in order to continue the emperor's life from generation to generation.

Fang Xiang originally thought that this generation of empresses who were talented and surpassed snow in white would continue their life like Queen Medusa.

Instead of being quiet and silent beside a man, living a quiet and tranquil time.

But the facts proved that a woman is indeed an unpredictable existence. After Fang Xiang made an invitation, the ruthless man nodded and agreed.

"it is good."

It's just a short word, but it has revealed the mysterious veil of the Ruthless Emperor since time immemorial.

As three thousand blue silk fluttered under the universe where hundreds of millions of stars were shining brightly, the ruthless man stretched out his right hand as crystal clear as jade and took off the grimace mask that seemed to be worn on his face forever.

That is the same beautiful face, the beauty is indescribable, the starry sky in the whole world that covers the sky is dimmed at this moment.

The misty radiance of Fei Xian shone down through the Nine Heavens, accompanied by endless haze of light, rain and fog, the Ruthless Emperor with a pair of delicate and delicate feet stared at Fang Xiang, and the lotus step moved gently to his side.

Breathing like a blue orchid, panting slightly, the breath of the oncoming Ruthless Emperor made Fang Xiang's heart thump.

The relaxed and happy life in the future has revealed a dull corner.

The world is endless and exploration is endless. The more Fang Xiang feels that he has a lot and masters a lot, the more he feels that he is small and the world is huge.

Everyone is like a circle, big or small.

The more you see and understand, the bigger your circle will be, and the more you will come into contact with the blank unknown outside the circle.

On the contrary, if you are a small circle, then there is really little unknown space outside the circle, and you will never know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is.

When you escape from a fishing net into a lake, you escape a world into a whole new world.

But when you break free from the lake and come to land, it is a brand new world.

This world has always been an unknown, even if you break free from the land and fly to the sky, is it really detached?

No.

Outside the planet, outside the galaxy,... outside the universe, outside the time and space, outside the heavens - all this is too vast, too infinite!

Fang wants to understand that it is difficult for him to reach the ultimate, or that no one can achieve the ultimate, because there may be no ultimate in such a world.

But he can only use maybe, who said that reality can always clean up your nose and face in the next second.

After every sentence and every inference appears, be prepared to be overthrown and slapped in the face.

Or within three seconds, or within three thousand years, or within [-] million years... There will eventually be that day.

Nothing lasts forever, not even time.

Time and time, time and space, are inseparable and interdependent, and the truncated space becomes a continuous flow of time and space.

It has nurtured so much and destroyed so much.

Fang wants to know that the altar of the heavens is extraordinary, but it can't be unmatched, otherwise no masters of all dynasties will fall and die.

It's good to be content and happy, since he came to this world, Fang Xiang never planned to go back alive.

chapter 474. gossip

So far in this book, the results have already explained some problems.

Sometimes, your efforts may not be successful; sometimes, you can make great progress at will.

Really interesting.

This is the second signed novel in my life, but it is the first novel in my life to get paid.For more than three years, I am very proud of this achievement.

Don't tell me about the big bosses and geniuses, they can't understand the joy of stupid.

I wrote more than [-] in the last book. To be honest, I am very serious. It is normal operation to explode. Sometimes I can write up to eight chapters a day.

There are also many loyal book friends (several times more than this book), but the results... mmp!

Maybe it has something to do with Feng Shui. The author, who is keen on metaphysics, firmly believes in this, and I personally painted a lot of spells and put them on my desk (it is really useful, this book has received the first manuscript fee in my life).

hhh, it might actually have nothing to do with it, just bad luck.

Or it is said that people are not stupid enough, people say that stupid people have stupid blessings, which I have never encountered since I wrote novels.

The first time I wrote a novel was when I was graduating from junior high school, and I didn’t know what the motive was. I just opened Word when my mind was hot.

In this way, the debut novel was written for about a year and a half in a row, insisting on one update every day, and finishing with a million words.Then I was so tired that I swore that I would eat and eat when I wrote a novel in the future.

Later, I was instigated by a sister paper, and it seemed that, with a bloody punch, I fell into the pit again...

Anyway, writing novels is really interesting, and the threshold is low. There are currently more than [-] million registered writers here.

But up to now, blood is really not easy to breed again, and passion, dreams and pride are all hackers.

What is the motivation to support the author once a month and sometimes interrupted, but not more than twice a month?

is the responsibility?Do you not want to disappoint book friends?Is the author not wanting to be ashamed of this book today?

It's a hammer!

The author is poor!

The author is lazy!

If it weren't for the fact that the writers under my hand didn't have enough points, I would spend my points every day to ask for leave to get full attendance.

It is a pity that the strength is limited, and it is the limit to break twice a month.One point is one dollar, and the second time is ten times the loss. I really can't afford to hurt.

I heard that the big guy who wrote the legend of mortal cultivator used to spend all his points to buy leave slips or something, and suddenly he fell to the level of LV1 writer... Really, he is a genius!But I'm so envious...

Let's do it first.

Although it’s not very good to say it, when I wrote this book, I just wanted to mix the money for printing the contract and mailing the contract (because I didn’t get a penny for the first signing book, and I lost the money for signing the contract, ,).

Therefore, the goal is small and clear, and it is easy and casual to write.

Some people say that Chapter 1 is poisonous, or something.

I also read novels, and of course I know.

It is because I know, so I write, because I know that any dog ​​blood is liked by some people, the number of readers is infinite, and the taste is constantly changing.

Maybe I despised the genius stream today, and it didn't take long for me to find a novel about the genius stream and read it at one or two in the morning.

Tastes are constantly changing, and the readership is growing.

Other writers don't, don't have the talent and the protruding ability of tentacle monsters, and don't follow the same old-fashioned bloody girlfriend cheating and other plots.

Seriously, if I don't write it like this, I can't even sign the book, or dare not sign it...

No way, my personal strength is limited, and I can't write such a surprising and innovative beginning (when I was new, I wrote it with a coquettish and unique style, standing out from the crowd, and arrogant Lingyun described and sketched it out, but after a year and a half, a reader left a message in the huge book review area. 'Any new book', mind...).

There are so many complaints, so the new book may have more complaints, just a little bit of momentum (but playing crazy for a while is not necessarily hhh).

——……………………………………→Be practical.

To be honest, the author of the new book actually had an idea long ago, ranting about nonsense and ranting about nonsense, but generally no one does not want to become stronger and better.

I had an idea for a new book, I tried to write it, but it was unsatisfactory and put it on hold; later, I had a new idea, and I was almost ready to set the framework, outline, data index, but I still felt a little less, so I put it on hold; later... Later, the author forgot .

hhh, really forgot.

Anyway, the current idea is the best fit, and it is also a better choice for comparison and screening.