After I became the infinite flow boss

All the filth was cleaned up, so that my Lord would not see such dirty things,

but there was still no guarantee that my Lord would see the beautiful world.

Sartre walked into the city, his eyes steadily looking in one direction.

He was definitely very anxious, more anxious than anyone else to shorten the distance, but he controlled the impulse in his heart, and walked into the place locked in his eyes step by step like an ordinary pedestrian.

There was no one else on this quiet street except him.

The dark purple sky was too ominous, as if it hid countless ghosts and monsters. Almost no natives dared to run around in this sky. Everything seemed solemn, extremely depressing and suffocating.

Of course, Sartre didn't care at all.

He was walking, and when he was about to reach the bookstore, he suddenly stopped, and his almost fixed sight slowly moved down, and saw the scenery on the roadside.

To be precise, it was the flowers and plants on the roadside.

They were not specially taken care of, just growing freely and wildly on the roadside. Because they were too common and common, passers-by would hardly even look at them.

They were not beautiful, nor were they fragrant, so it could be said that they were almost not worth stopping to appreciate.

But by chance, Sartre saw pansies among these flowers and plants.

It was like suddenly encountering fate.

His pupils shrank suddenly, his body stiffened, and his steps stopped in place.

Pansies have flower language.

There are different sayings in different planes and different races, and the meanings they symbolize are even more different.

But in so many planes, they all have a relatively common meaning.

That is...

[Please miss me]

Sartre paused, his eyes fluctuated.

And on this planet, they have another meaning different from other worlds, that is...

[I'm looking at you]

"..." Sartre lowered his eyes, and there were thousands of waves in his eyes.

Ten minutes ago.

When Orlan opened the door and walked into the bookstore, he first saw the bookshelves full of books.

Unlike what you see outside, the space inside is more spacious. Like a library, the smell of printing ink and old paper is faintly floating.

The light is dim, and the texture of the entire space seems very special, as if it has been added with an ancient and sacred filter.

Oran did not take any measures, but walked in with his own resistance, but he was nervous and frightened, and he could not suppress it.

Suddenly, a very pleasant voice came from the high-level space.

Like the gospel, it soothes the heart and the soul.

Oran listened and unconsciously lost his mind. He followed the direction of the voice and mechanically walked to a reading area, flipped through the book, and forgot his original purpose.

On the side, Right Eye saw that he was completely immersed in the field of thought, so he shifted his sight.

"Well, they all found this place." Brain looked at that direction with interest, and then glanced at their second-to-last compatriot, [Heart].

The appearance of the heart is like a human woman of seventeen or eighteen years old, with silver hair and blue eyes, dignified and beautiful. He has been standing quietly behind the bookshelf, his eyes slightly lowered, his temperament detached.

The "thinking field" unfolding in the bookstore is His handwriting.

When the brain looked at Him, He smiled at the brain, silent as a mystery.

When [Beautiful Hell], the heart definitely did something unnecessary, at least it interfered with the original game plan, but now it's too late to say anything.

As he said, the brain turned his eyes back and saw Bei Heng looking in that direction.

The brain thought, those insignificant waves, they didn't even talk to the mother, let alone contact, and they were so far away, how could they be worth... paying attention to.

But maybe, that was a long-term accumulation... change.

Has the mother found a new way to get along with them? The brain tilted its head, and saw Bei Heng looking back at Him, as if answering the question in His heart, and nodded.

The brain suddenly trembled and opened his mouth to speak.

At this time, someone else walked in from outside, it was Baibian.

However, Baibian, who came here with great enthusiasm, was in the same situation as Orlan, and also sat in the reading area under the influence of the thought field.

"..." Beiheng was silent, but his expression was gentle, and his eyes seemed to be watching a child.

Brain looked around Beiheng and the heart, a little confused.

Is the heart's thought field strong? The answer is of course strong. Even high-level gods and demons cannot maintain normal thinking when facing Him, not to mention that they have only stepped half a step into the divine realm. Therefore, it is inevitable that they cannot resist the power of the heart.

So, why set up such an obstacle at the last step?

Then, Senluo also pushed the door and walked into the bookstore. Seeing the scene in front of him, he was symbolically surprised at first, and then immediately observed the indoor environment.

He is more flexible than Orlan and Baiheng. Basic attributes such as physical resistance and mental resistance are almost maxed out to the peak of human beings. His physique is equivalent to that of a demigod. It can be seen that in the hundreds of years of waiting, he has definitely overcome many difficulties and reached the level of the human ceiling.

But even so, he can hardly resist the thought field of the heart.

After all, it was the power of the Supreme God.

However, he seemed to realize something. Before his mind was completely overwritten, he forced himself to stay awake and muttered to himself.

"We were right... There is indeed a thought field here... And that person..." Sen Luo's body shook, grabbing his head with both hands, trying to break through the darkness covering his eyeballs, resisting constantly, anxious to find the figure he was looking forward to in the bookstore.

But the bookshelves in the bookstore seem to be endless. Not to mention that the end is invisible to the naked eye, and even skills such as gnosis cannot be seen.

After resisting for a few more seconds, the madman was finally temporarily suppressed by the thinking field and became a clerk in the bookstore, sorting out the books in the bookstore.

Zuotong's eyes changed slightly when he saw this situation. Black Snake lowered his head and rubbed the back of Bei Heng's hand. The blue butterfly flew over with the glutinous rice balls and landed on Bei Heng's shoulders. The glutinous rice ball crawled along the shoulder line to the side of the neck. As if he was saying something, he also rubbed his head against Bei Heng.

They seemed to want to convince Beiheng of something, but Beiheng didn't show any obvious intention.

The neutral stomach and spine made no expression, but the two sides looked at each other and did not take any action to hinder.

The right pupil and the brain also looked at each other at the same time, and then the right pupil asked: "Mother, you still plan to leave, don't you?"

Bei Heng was silent for a few seconds and nodded to Him.

Objectively speaking, just after he came here, he instructed his heart to reorganize the world. Not only this planet, but the entire world will limit the way to ascend, leaving only a few vague roads, which are truly difficult to climb to the sky. At the same time, God can also conceptually disappear from culture, become a complete fantasy, and then ultimately disappear into nothingness.

Therefore, objectively, leaving should be an inevitable event.

The right pupil was still a little confused and said: "Then why do you still give them the chance to get close?"

Bei Heng shook his head and said, "That's the path they opened up themselves."

The implication is that it has nothing to do with him.

Hearing this, Zuotong, Black Snake, Blue Butterfly, and Nuomi Tuan exchanged glances with each other, with a bit of disbelief in their eyes.

With that said, Bei Heng closed the last book in his hand and said with emotion.

"Although the history, culture, language, etc. here still retain the divine messages, they are basically in name only. It is actually easy to completely erase these messages."

He paused, thought for a few seconds, and then said: "What's in memories and thoughts is the most difficult to cut off. And as long as someone remembers it, this person can't help but spread it to more people."

As he spoke, he asked them a question.

"Do you think there is such a thing as a faith that remains unwavering despite endless trials?"

His right eye froze, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment. Other compatriots also reacted surprisingly unanimously.

At this time, the bookstore opened its door.

They shifted their gaze and focused on the person coming.

Sartre walked into the bookstore, his eyes swept across countless bookshelves, and finally settled on a certain direction, his eyes as pious as before, and his obsession remained unchanged.

"I'm here to greet you."