If it does not come, then I can walk over, and the actual effect is the same.

The road always needs people to walk, and people can only be called the road after walking. In many cases, happiness is tied to meaningless self-esteem.

For scientists and magicians, none of these exist.

You must have self-esteem and self-confidence in front of a girl, and you only need to play around in front of magic. It doesn't matter who plays who.

Ivey was played by the sword tower once before, and this time he finally had a chance to play back.

...

The rain fell on him, and the stirred mist formed a white light, covering him, mysterious and lonely. With his handsome profile and the beauty of God, he walked towards the sword of time step by step.

That sword was indifferent to a handsome guy like him, for thousands of years, making it disapproving of all the dead moths.

Ordinary explorers are always similar, but the neuropathy of death is different.

Even if this strange flower is extraordinarily handsome, just like the one in front of me.

This sword has a hazy consciousness, so it is no longer a simple sword, but a swordman.

But its owner is a woman, so it also has some female perspectives: it has a house, a car, a height of 180 or more, an annual income of one million, both parents die, the salary card is handed in, regardless of its past, spoil it like princess……

These smelly problems, it just doesn't have. From this point of view, at least in terms of gender, it is fairly neutral and objective. It is a good sword. After all, it can't give birth to a warning.

However, the departure of the master, the cancellation of the contract, the pressure of responsibility, the hardship of life... Time is passing, and loneliness is accumulating.

In the past thousand years, the changes in the world have made it contaminated with a lot of secular smoke. Slowly it felt something different alive.

However, the soul does not create life. In this sense, it feels very humble, not even as good as a dog.

The owner once said: One day, you will meet the right person at the right time and at the right place. At that time, you will understand the meaning of life. Even if you don't have a soul, you can become a life. Even if you have a soul, you can only be a traveler.

The only difference is that you probably only have a lifetime, no return, and destruction means death. However, you really own yourself and don't have to share your soul with other people.

One day, those who share their souls will get together, and they will find that the beliefs they hold for the whole life they have are only a part of their lives, a small part, or even insignificant.

In fact, I envy you very much. If there is a choice, I hope to be you, living only for myself, happily enmity, no regrets in this life...

It remembers that look, and understands more today, which makes it choose to become someone like her... So it, or "she", uses its endless life to silently wait for someone, to be exact, one Kind of lifestyle.

He came, he touched himself.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Ivey's mouth... The fine blood mist came out directly from the halo of the white water mist... It fell on the stone tower that has remained unchanged for many years... The bell above rang... …

Hmm, Ivey looked up, at half past ten, there should be a ring... just, is this a win? No more.

He stopped.

The clock also stopped.

Oh, Zhong.

Sword of Time is even more upset, heh, man.

Wet my body with his dirty blood, wait, there seems to be something wrong...

Damn it! It suddenly remembered that the owner had already cancelled the contract, and now, he was already ownerless, and this person...this person...what did he do by himself? Is he taking possession of himself? Will he be responsible?

Well, this is nothing...

Thousands of years of waiting, tens of thousands of years of wind and frost, 100,000 years of years... I don’t know where the dust has been on the surface of her body, building some sturdy protective shells. Rather than washing them away, those light rains have helped the abuse, again and again The heart defense that is always persistent is solidified once and again...

In other words, the current self hasn't revealed her real face yet, some are just the vicissitudes of the years... Really awaken the desire in her heart, unless she is given her long-wearing skin, um, a hard defensive shell. Take off...

Can that man do it?

Can he really pull himself out of the scabbard? Then through pure blood, portray his ancestral chromosomes in his own life?

To do this, he needs to truly understand the law of time... To be honest, this is something that a four-dimensional wizard can't do... Those four-dimensional wizards that exist in the world, they just understand the fur of time, relying on the accumulation of strength , This kind of "genius qualification" is not worth mentioning...unless, like the master...

It’s just that it’s impossible. Even the master reached the pinnacle of three dimensions back then. When he entered the four dimension, he really realized the law of time~lightnovelpub.net~ cross the fourth dimension and fish yourself in the river of time...

And now, this stupid man is only a two-dimensional mage, and he has not even reached the peak of two-dimensional. If he can comprehend the law of time, then...

...

Sneez!

Ivey rubbed his nose and just touched the cold tower of time. For a moment, there seemed to be a sharp sword aura oncoming, and for a moment he was seriously injured... and when he really checked his injury , I realized that this doesn't even count as a skin trauma. It seems that there was just a mouthful of blood, which just happened to be spit out, and then it was comfortable, not much more elegant than spitting out phlegm... This, it is very embarrassing.

And now, he felt an itchy nose, an unpleasant sensation, filling his mucous membranes, and a sneeze was born.

It was strange, what was going on, he looked up at the sky, and found that the light rain was still pattering, **** it, did God have uremia?

Sneez!

Sure enough, I caught a cold.

Such an explanation, immediately logically understood, is always more reliable than some supernatural suspense.

He wrapped up the clothes he had wrapped around him, and he knew he would not pretend to be 13, a man, many times he had to do what he could, pretending to be too easy to be...

Try again, Ivey cheered himself up, it really didn't work... He looked at the clock tower in front of him, pretending that this guy is a goddess, and he is a licking dog... One day, he will complete his counterattack.

He gently stretched out his broad, fair, slender, powerful girlfriend, uh, right hand...touched the cool, wet, sticky, green...well, it was raining all over it. The moss afterwards, the traces of many years, remained for him to pay respect...

This time, he was not rudely rejected. Some pictures appeared in his mind...