Mo Ran really wanted to see Ming Yuechen's situation, but she just moved, and found that the figure that was originally hidden behind the empty nothingness suddenly moved, he seemed to be tired from sitting there, so he stood up Get up, and even stretched in vain.

Mo Ran just wanted to see more clearly, but suddenly found that her original Latin perspective disappeared all of a sudden, and she quickly fell from the condescending perspective, but after blinking, what Mo Ran saw became another perspective.

That was Mo Ran's own perspective. She could see Ming Yuechen, who was the same size as her, lying on the ground, and she could also see that figure in the distance walking towards her.

Latin disappeared, Mo Ran reached into the package and wanted to shake the seal again to summon it again, but there was no response, as if everything had disappeared without a sound.

At this moment, it seemed that everything that belonged to the game disappeared. What attributes, what operation panels, what systems, all disappeared, and everything around it returned to what it should be in normal life.

Mo Ran could no longer see any buffs, nor any blood bars, nor could she hear all kinds of strange beeps from the system, as if everything had returned to normal the moment her perspective changed.

After confirming that Latin could no longer be summoned, Mo Ran gave up, and she refocused all her attention on the figure walking towards her in front of her.

When Mo Ran was still using Latin vision, she thought that figure should be about the same size as Latin, but looking at it now, she found that he seemed to be about the same size as them.

He seems to be walking very slowly, as if walking in a garden, but his speed is so fast that Mo Ran can almost see the time and distance passing, but in the blink of an eye, this person has already stood at Mo Ran's In front of dyed.

This is a very young man, Mo Ran can't tell his age accurately, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, or twenty-eight or twenty-eight years old, he has a very ordinary face, which belongs to that kind of look A person who can no longer be remembered after being thrown in the crowd.

Mo Ran looked at him, not knowing why a beating heart began to calm down abnormally, when this person walked up to her

"Are you a god?" Mo Ran heard herself asking.

"If you ask their names, it should be me." The other party laughed, how miraculous, it is a person with such an ordinary appearance, but when he smiles, it is so bright and soft that it makes people's hearts full of warmth.

Mo Ran smiled, she didn't know why she laughed.

"It must have taken you a lot of effort to find me." The young man blinked mischievously when he spoke, which looked like something a high school student would do. He tilted his head and looked at Mo Ran: "Then, you Have a wish to fulfill."

When Mo Ran heard this, the smile on her face became even brighter. She didn't speak immediately, but the young man smiled more gently, "If you haven't thought it through, you can think it over and tell me."

Turning her head back, Mo Ran looked at Ming Yuechen who was lying not far away, and Sang who was lying far away, then she pointed to Ming Yuechen and asked, "Do you know him?"

Only then did the young man look up at Ming Yuechen, his brows were slightly frowned as if he was thinking about something very distressing, and after a while he suddenly said: "Oh, yes, I remember this person, he I've seen you before."

It seems that what is displayed in the dungeon should be true, Mo Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, and Latin said just now that he is the vision of God. But what is God's vision? Is God's vision the truth?

No, Mo Ran doesn't think so.

"Why is he like this now? Is he dead?" Mo Ran glanced at Ming Yuechen again and continued to ask the young man.

The young man gently supported his chin with his hand, and still had that gentle smile on his face, but, to Mo Ran, this smile had no emotion, just like the mask of a robot.

"Probably... because his power of wish is exhausted."

"What is the power of wish?" Mo Ran felt that he understood every word of this word, but it seemed that he didn't understand it at all when put together.

"It's the wish that supported him until now. You probably don't know it. You can only see me once in your life." The young man put his hands behind his back, opened his eyes wide, and showed a seemingly innocent smile But, under that smile, Mo Ran really wanted to tear it apart.

Is it his wish that supports Ming Yuechen to come here? he

"Are these your rules?" Mo Ran suddenly asked.

"What?"

"What is the power of desire, what is not allowed to see you twice, what race, all these are your rules?" Mo Ran has never felt that her voice would be so soft, and at the same time, she also felt it very clearly. I realized what kind of anger like lava is hidden under this softness.

"Rules?" The young man blinked again, but his tone was indifferent, as if he didn't confirm Mo Ran's words, but a faint smile curled up on the corner of his lips: "No, this is not my rule."

Not waiting for Mo Ran to feel surprised, the young man said softly, "These things are not rules, they are just the boundaries of some small games."

"The...boundary of the small game?" Mo Ran raised her voice slightly, and her face was even stained with an expression of disbelief. Daozu, who stands above all races and all lives, is in the "God" It seems that it is just the boundaries of some inconspicuous small games, the "rules" he said casually for his own convenience.

Mo Ran has always known that "gods" are proud, and in front of "gods", they are all tiny and not worth mentioning, but they have never thought that their existence would be so small that they are not even worth mentioning.

"Isn't it?" The young man's eyebrows raised slightly, he looked at Mo Ran, his eyes finally fell on the eye patch of the real eye on her face, he raised his hand to touch it, but, Mo Ran took a step back subconsciously, causing his raised hand to be empty, but the young man was not angry, he just said: "It seems that you got something incredible."

What kind of method does a person need to use to vent his anger?

Mo Ran didn't know, but she knew that the lava-like anger that had been rolling in her body, blood vessels, and even bone marrow just now had dissipated without a trace. It's not accurate. It should be said that these angers solidified and turned into her eyebrows, her bones, and even her person.

Those boils dissipated, and all that remained was calm and sane purpose.

She blinked her eyes lightly, but found that it had been silent since just now

There is no open field, no tropical rainforest, and no misty and confused nothingness. Mo Ran is standing in a huge room now, with wind blowing from all sides. The peach petals falling from your head float onto your skin in a soothing way, washing away everything

This is a huge palace, and all the beautiful words used to describe the magnificence and grandeur of the palace can be used on it. However, these are not important to Mo Ran, because the most striking thing in this palace is There is a very large side hall on both sides of the main hall, and the two side halls are filled with densely packed various white things.

They are as high as a mountain and as vast as an ocean. They are piled up like this, and more and more white fragments keep falling from the top of the side hall, falling on these already piled up mountains and seas. pile of debris.

"What are these?" Mo Ran raised her hand and asked towards the falling white fragments in the side hall.

The young man looked in the direction Mo Ran's finger was pointing at, and then he was slightly taken aback: "Can you see it?" But before Mo Ran could respond, he laughed again: "That's right, you have the eyes of truth, you can see it." See through all pretense and vanity."

The eye of truth sees through all pretense and void? Mo Ran glanced at the young man calmly, and found that he was concentrating on looking at the ocean-like debris, and didn't notice her gaze, so she put away her gaze.

From just now, this young man has mentioned the Eye of Reality twice, and it has not been more than ten minutes since they met. It is something that a "god" can mention twice in less than ten minutes. , it can be seen that it is really something incredible.

In fact, Mo Ran is a very suspicious person. Although many things that appeared in the previous dungeon are true, Mo Ran does not fully believe that the real eye given in the dungeon can really defeat the one in front of him. god.

What's more, if the young man in front of him is really a "God", shouldn't God be omnipotent? Shouldn’t God be able to see everything? Then he should know everything that happened to him in the dungeon, but now he behaves as if he doesn't know at all, is this true?

The young man in front of him probably didn't know the thoughts that were roiling in Mo Ran's heart at all, or he knew, but he just acted like he didn't know that's all. He stared at the snow-white fragments for a few seconds before turning his face to look at Mo Ran showed a soothing smile: "Don't you know what these things are?"

Mo Ran raised her eyebrows slightly, why did she want to know? How would she know?

Perhaps Mo Ran's expression pleased the young man, and he actually laughed out loud. Then, he stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers lightly, and saw the mountains and seas from the side hall on the left. One of the white fragments flew out, and it flew towards the boy as if it had eyes.

The thing got closer, and Mo Ran realized that it was not a fragment at all, but a square piece of white paper, or something similar to white paper, and on the top of the white paper were densely packed. A lot of words are written.

The piece of paper fell into the young man's hand, and the young man shook his eyes nonchalantly before casting his eyes on the piece of paper, lazily reading: "...my mother has worked hard all her life, but now she is Having such a serious disease, I haven’t repaid my mother properly, I don’t want her to leave early, please use your mighty hand to keep her..."

The young man didn't finish reading all the words on that piece of paper, he just picked out a few lines and read them. He didn't even finish reading these lines, so he clicked his tongue in every possible way. Afterwards, he only saw His fingers raised slightly, and the white paper that had been spread flat in his palm stood in mid-air as if it had life.

Looking at the white paper, the boy didn't even move, the white paper suddenly burned, but turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a bad thought appeared in Mo Ran's heart: "Is this... a wish?"

"That's right." The boy twitched the corners of his mouth, and it was obvious that he didn't care about these mountains of wishes at all, and he was even a little bored: "Every day and night, all wishes will appear here."

"But just now..." Mo Ran thought of the urgent and sincere desire to write on the piece of paper just now, but it was burned, and the bad thoughts became clearer and clearer.

"I refused." The boy didn't hide it either.

"Why did you refuse? She is obviously very urgent? And very sincere."

"She is urgent, should I agree?" The boy still had a gentle smile in his eyes, but this kind of smile didn't make him softer, but instead made him more indifferent and proud.

"Aren't you a god?"

"Is God going to agree?"

"Isn't the role of gods to fulfill everyone's wishes?" Mo Ran licked his lips when he said this, feeling that there might be some logical loopholes in what he said, so he said, "Isn't the role of gods to fulfill those good wishes?" wishes, refuse those bad wishes?"

"Why? A wish is a wish, why should there be distinctions between good and bad?" The young man raised the corner of his mouth: "What's more, why did God fulfill their wishes?"

"Gods exist because they are condensed by the beliefs and wishes of countless people. They put their expectations on you, so that they can condense their divine power and you can become a god..." Mo Ran thought of her own god. Power things, to put it bluntly, are almost the same.

"Since you have used the power of the other party's belief, then you have to give it back to the other party..." Mo Ran breathed out, and she said what she could feel for such a long time.

"You have the power of God." The young man said suddenly, "I feel the same thing in your body as I do. Although it is very weak, you have it."

Just when the young man said this, Mo Ran's body suddenly lit up, and she suddenly felt a long-lost power, as if countless power rushed into her body at once.

And this kind of power has gradually condensed from the cruising, idle, and without any entity to a concrete thing. You don't know where it exists, but as long as you start thinking about it, it will appear. .

While Mo Ran was constantly familiar with this power, the young man stood there quietly watching Mo Ran, as if he was admiring a famous painting, and it seemed that for the young man, his time stood still.

Even Mo Ran didn't know whether time had passed or stopped. It seemed that at this moment, she had completely lost the concept of time, but kept falling into the control of that power.

"Isn't it interesting?" After an unknown amount of time, Mo Ran suddenly heard

He propped his chin with both hands, his eyes were full of innocence and indifference, but there was still a gentle smile on his lips, he seemed a little curious, and asked Mo Ran.

Mo Ran froze there for a moment. At this moment, she suddenly found that there were thousands of thoughts in her mind, but so many thoughts accumulated to everything and lost all outlets. She wanted to open her mouth to tell the other party what was going on in her heart. He couldn't think of something, but he opened his mouth but didn't know where to think of it.

"Do you think the power of God comes from other people's power of faith?" The young man was still dragging his chin, his feet dangling in the air on the high chair, and he was swaying leisurely, even this topic became a bit vague. The carelessness of the stock.

"Isn't it?" Mo Ran asked back.

The young man didn't respond to Mo Ran's question, he just laughed a few times, but suddenly he seemed to think of something funny, he straightened his back all of a sudden, as if he wanted to find his most precious thing with his best friend , there was an unusually bright light in his eyes: "Have you seen the burning of wishes?"

"What?" Mo Ran felt that he might have heard it wrong, and then he began to feel a strong uneasiness in his heart that began to spread rapidly. Wait, what does he want to do? It's not what she thinks...

"You must have never seen it before. Let me tell you, this is the most beautiful thing in the world, something you will never be able to describe with words." As he said this, he raised his hand, Mo Ran could only feel the surrounding The wind suddenly became fierce, and the countless pieces of paper with wishes written in the two side halls all stood up at this moment, like soldiers who had heard the order, and began to rush towards them. come over.

It seems that there are many and messy, but in fact there is no such thing, they seem to be lined up to form a very peculiar shape, and when all this is done, all the wish papers are coaxed into flames.

There is no difference when a piece of wish paper burns and a piece of white paper burns, but the young man is right, when all the wishes

When these wishing papers burn, they can emit different lights. When these lights come together in a regular way, they form a gorgeousness that cannot be described in words, as if in a flash, the whole world is abnormal. colorful.

All of Mo Ran's uneasiness suddenly froze and stopped at this moment. All morality, rules, and conscience completely left her at this moment. In her life, her body seemed to have only For the intuitive feeling of all the pictures in front of you.

really beautiful.

The more beautiful things are, the more fleeting they are. Even if such a huge number of desires are burned, they only exist for more than ten seconds before disappearing without a trace, as if they have never appeared before.

"A person's wish is a very beautiful thing." Just as Mo Ran was still marveling at the gorgeous scenery in front of him, the young man's voice came again. Mo Ran turned to look at him, only to see him sitting quietly in a chair smile.

At this moment, Mo Ran thought of many, many episodes, like those simple people saying "God will save us", like those ordinary players expecting "God will change the world"...

However, these are nothingness.

These desires that condense everything in the hearts of all people are nothing but insignificant things that are used to transform into beautiful scenery in front of the so-called "God".

"What wish do you have?" The young man put down the hand that was dragging his chin at this time, he relaxed his back, leaned back on the chair like this, and looked at Mo Ran intently, but Mo Ran couldn't see it from his eyes. Saw a lot of different things.

What is her wish?

She has many wishes.

I hope that the dead can have children, I hope that everyone can live in peace, I hope that all races will not fight each other, I hope that Ming Yuechen can live again...

Too much.

However, these hopes were nothing compared to what Mo Ran thought of at this moment.

She wants God to disappear, she wants all disrespect, all this pride, and all kinds of contempt to disappear, although life will be very hard, and even ordinary life will take all the energy , but she still hopes that God will disappear, because freedom is the most precious thing.

It is safe to be supported by your arms, but at the same time you lose the ability to control your own life. When you do anything, you must consider

The sky that has not been shrouded is the bluest sky, even if it is eroded by violent storms, it is also the most real.

Those who have not experienced freedom will never know how obsessed with unscrupulous pleasure and even pain.

In this world, only truth cannot be betrayed.

The author has something to say: it will be over soon, really, it will be over soon, and there will be a few episodes later! I'm about to see the light! ! Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-05-31 14:26:46~2021-06-02 15:49:46~

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