Business system: the gods save the world by opening a store

"No, I'm going to follow her! She's beautiful!"

A red lantern, obviously a circle smaller than the other lanterns, fluttered down with a tender sound.

The Nuo-mian man shook his head helplessly, and still agreed, but he looked like he couldn't help himself.

The little lantern flew around Xuntang, and then stopped in front of Xuntang.

Xuntang stretched out his hand, and the lantern shrunk a lot, like a small lantern toy that filled Xuntang's palm.

The little lantern let out a long sigh of relief, and the voice was clear and crisp like a child's: "Oh, flying is so tiring! Little man, take a good look!"

Xuntang tilted his head, the soft flesh on his cheeks pouted slightly because of the gravity and became more lovely, like a soft white and tender bun.

"you are very cute."

"You are very discerning!" Little Lantern twirled proudly in her palm, "Hmph, I am also very discerning, and I will follow you from now on! You must protect me!"

Xuntang nodded, and hung the re-shrunk lantern on his wrist.

The rest of the big lanterns were chattering.

"Please take care of this little lantern, little man."

"Little man, Little Lantern is very good."

"If one day it wants to come back, please send it back, little man."

Xuntang responded and agreed one by one, and comforted all the lanterns.

Nuomian just stood aside quietly, watching everything.

In the end, he smiled and said, "The kids are actually very cute."

Xuntang didn't care about this, she poked the little lantern, and the little lantern gave a small snort, it was so delicate, it didn't mean to be angry at all.

Looking at the picture of such a child, the Nuomian man shrugged helplessly. Is such a child really their only chance to save the world?Why does it look so unreliable.

Xuntang stopped playing, and finally asked the Nuomian: "I want to know why this world has become like this, and—"

Her eyes became sharp in an instant, like a sharp blade.

"Why did you become what you are now?"

The Nuo-faced man smiled wryly, and walked towards various bookshelves: "Follow me."

Xuntang followed behind him, his eyes fell on various bookshelves, the volumes on each bookshelf were obviously different, each kind of book had only one volume, unique.

They walked through the stacked bookshelves, and Xuntang looked up at the place where they were originally standing.

The position is reversed upside down, the original ground has become the sky, and now it stands above the head of the original position, a mysterious and mysterious spatial position.

Obviously, it takes a lot of power to do this in such a special world.

"I don't want to, but if you don't twist the rules like this, everything here will be easily contaminated by filth."

The Nuomian man obviously guessed what Xuntang was thinking, and the voice came from the front.

"Filth will distort the past and all knowledge."

The voice became cold and serious at the end, completely different from the frivolous appearance at the beginning.

Finally, they stopped on a huge bookshelf, and the Nuo-mian man stretched lazily.

"All the most authentic historical records about the world are here. You can read them slowly. I'll go sleep for a while, and I'll answer your questions after reading it."

Xuntang nodded, regardless of the Nuo Mian who was walking away slowly.

His eyes fell on the huge bookshelf. There was no book on the bookshelf. There was only one eye pupil built between the bookshelves. It turned and trembled, and suddenly stopped turning, staring at Xuntang.

The strange picture, the expression of the pupils does not make people resist and fear, it is a kind of gentle old man's gaze, gently encouraging all good scholars.

Xuntang: "All the most authentic history."

The pupils of the eyes were closed, and sheets of pure white paper appeared in the space of the bookshelf, and black handwriting appeared.

Pupil books, the world is real, cannot be covered up, cannot be smeared.

She scanned quickly, and after a long time, Xuntang suddenly made a sound.

"Sugar girl?"

However, the pupil book shows the information of the mountain ghost, and there is no provision about the sugar girl.

Xuntang frowned slightly, what is the connection between the two?

The Nuo-faced man suddenly appeared beside her: "The pupil book is the embodiment of the power of the gods. The power of the gods is weakening, and the pupil book cannot reveal everything in the world, but everything revealed in the pupil book is the closest information."

The god in his mouth is not an ordinary god, but the creator of this world.

Xuntang nodded and asked, "Why are you in this state?"

The Nuo-faced man leaned on the bookshelf: "Gods have a glimmer of life for this world and changed the course of the world. We have become abandoned by the world. Gods did not give up on us and changed the form of our existence, but the gods themselves fell into Difficulties, there are very few beings left in the end."

Xuntang quickly browsed the information while listening.

The emergence of this world consumes the little strength of Nuomian people all the time, and her origin is different from this world and cannot help Nuomian people.

The Nuo-faced man was a little frustrated and lonely: "And I, fortunately, I am blessed by the gods to become the existence guarding the library. Maybe I am the last survivor of the past."

This is hardly a lucky, last lonely traveler.

After staying in the library for a while, Xuntang waved goodbye to the Nuomian.

Nuomian said goodbye to her.

Xuntang stood in the elevator, and the delicate voice of the little lantern rang out: "Actually, he is very happy. The filth in the world is getting stronger all the time. He has opened the real library for a long time to protect the library. He only opened the periphery. Never woke up."

Xuntang said softly, "Yes."

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Xuntang opened his eyes from the darkness, the world without a ray of light was silent.

In the suddenly dark world, there was a glowing figure standing in front of him, like the only white spot in the pure black scroll, the figure seemed to be waiting for her to find.

"Dong dong!"

The heart was beating violently, and an indescribable emotion was beating from the bottom of my heart, so surging.

It didn't appear out of thin air, but was hidden deep in the bottom of my heart, blocked layer by layer.

The transparent liquid gathered silently in the eye sockets, and she looked around in a daze, but her eyes were filled with pain that she couldn't understand.

Her mind remained calm, but her soul screamed and wept.

The warm liquid suddenly ran across her face, and she raised her hand to wipe it away. It was crystal clear tears.

She was a little at a loss, the confusion and pain in her eyes were so divided.

why is she crying
who is it?Why is her soul aching?Her will is so indifferent?

She raised her head and looked at the glowing figure.

The glowing figure seemed to sense her gaze, but it didn't approach her, and suddenly turned and walked away from her.

"Don't go, don't leave me alone!"

A heart-piercing cry sounded like a burst in the silence, and after looking for Tangtang, she realized that it was her voice.

The glowing figure swayed for a while, but did not stop.

A great fear hung over her heart, fear of losing something.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, and the great pain finally broke through the confinement imposed on her heart. The overwhelming despair and pain enveloped her heart, hitting her heart like a heavy hammer.

She desperately chased the distant figure, but she could only watch the figure get farther and farther away.

"No! My—"

my what?
She was dazed again.