Master of the Stars

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Snake language felt ridiculous, and there was another calmness that finally arrived.

Things have developed to such a point that they have far exceeded the upper limit of what she can do, and the result of repeated struggles is no more.

She was wrapped in dust and sandstorms like this, just like in the turbulence of fate, drifting with the waves until she did not reach the top.

But in fact, her destiny is dominated by others from beginning to end: the temporary protective cover set by Gong Qi outside her body determines the length of her last life.

The protective cover is sturdy, even under the impact of the debris of the ruled field, it only slowly wears away, as far as possible to gain time for Gong Qiyun to walk; at the same time, it is sensitive and closely related to the spiritual structure of the snake language When the defensive cover is broken, it will inevitably pull Snake Word together and destroy it.

Gong Qi determined that there was an unidentified connection between Snake Language and Luo Nan, so he used Snake Language instead, misleading Luo Nan's tracking direction.

Of course, Ronan may not be fooled, but as long as he can hesitate, a little more time is also good.

Snake Word Cave penetrated Gong Qi's calculations, but it didn't matter. She just waited quietly. The legendary memories and regrets before death did not appear. She was already so weak that she couldn't even carry her memory.

Thoughts and emotions flow indefinitely, and even Snake Language doesn't know what kind of thoughts and moods it will be in the next moment.

She thought that the life like a candlestick would disappear in this state, but at this time, Luo Nan's face appeared inexplicably in the heart lake:

The face relief spliced ​​by the fragments of the field, transformed into a vast space and time under the chaotic rendering of thinking emotions, a demon burning in flames, with a twisted and grisly body, and strange colors, but ultimately all The elements are all settled in the pair of deep eyes that have not changed from beginning to end, clarifying slowly.

Snake Language didn't know why she let this face occupy all of her mind at the last moment of her life. Perhaps even this little right of self-consciousness unknowingly let go.

Snake language gave up everything, letting time wrap her up, moving forward indifferently, according to the most fundamental law of the universe, from order to disorder.

The protective cover began to disintegrate, and the spiritual structure was also implicated. It collapsed from the most fundamental. Perhaps as long as time flows again, the carrier called "Snake Word" will completely disintegrate and die from the material world.

But in this case, Luo Nan, the demon who gathered around her heart, still exists and exists steadily without any change.

Isn't it the artifact of my heart?

Does it not decay?

Is it independent of me?

Or at this moment, there is a supporting corner deep in my consciousness when the disintegration is about to die?

Ronan, no, the devil, always watching me, and putting a force on my side?

If so, if so ...

Do I still have a chance? Is it possible to survive?

Snake language's already stagnant thinking is almost activated. Just like the wax candle tears of the burned out candle, a little bit of Mars in the twisting ash, struggling not to extinguish, just for the share that is hidden in the embers and has never been worn away and endless to life desire.

Here, the snake language suddenly realized that she was unwilling after all, she still wanted to live, and still live! Unwilling to give up even the slightest possibility, the slightest hope.

She can no longer live on her own, so she begs and begs, even if it is humble and ugly, as long as she is alive!

Therefore, the idea of ​​impending collapse is burned in this way:

"Save me ... Master, please help me!

"I am willing to dedicate all, all of all.

"I am willing to bear everything, everything.

"Just be pinned in your shadow, there is a place for kneeling under your feet.

"I only have such a humble request to honor you as the master of life and let your ruling be accepted.

"Save me, save me!"

The protective cover shattered silently, the force of dust and sand storms penetrated, and the spiritual structure was like a sand castle under the tide.

The snake language has no resistance, and the consciousness is suddenly faint, but in this annihilated moment, the clear idea that remains to the end is still:

"help me!"

This idea flickers, trembles, and rises and falls, and at any moment, it may go out or not. But in the end, it still survives, and it is really connected to fuel, and restores the brightness a little bit.

Snake language woke up, and the fire of the soul supported her consciousness, recovering the fragments of memory little by little, and splicing them into the vein of thinking. Then she found that at this time, she was adorned on a filament of emptiness and reality, hanging in solitude in nothingness.

Soon, bright and hot light splashed down, attracting her to look up.

Above, there is a densely intertwined, vertical and horizontal complex network, like a spider web, which is a hundred times more complicated. At the core of the cobweb, there is a round of burning sun, which is so dazzling that it is difficult to look directly. Even the red light vomiting at the edge covers the entire cobweb structure.

At this time, the "filament" embellished with snake language was to hang from the cobweb structure, communicate directly with the cobweb, and pull her, constantly approaching the cobweb.

During this process, the sound of "Wra La La" continued. Some are very far, from the spider web structure of the upper core; some are very close, which belong to the "filament" that pulls her.

This thread is an exquisite and strong chain that directly penetrates her mind and locks firmly without leaving any room.

As a conjurer of orthodox origins in the shrine, Snake Word soon understood that her mind was sinking into a potentially symbolic space of consciousness, clarifying her own attribution, and experiencing the fundamentals she suffered in the "Devil Ronan" system Moderation and corresponding status ...

In other words, she is still alive!

Snake language laughed, she didn't care about the chains that bound her mind, she didn't care about the cobwebs and the sun getting closer, she didn't care about the unpredictable destiny waiting for her, she just indulged herself and was happy in this space of consciousness laughing out loud.

The rush of emotions is burning, but now she has the qualifications and the capital to waste and vent it wantonly, unless the demon who rules her life orders to stop.

Ronan didn't stop her, and Snake Talk had enough laughter, and was getting closer and closer to the group of Sun Wheel Cobwebs.

The closer you are, the more complex and precise the spider web structure you can view, and the more nodes you connect. She had previously felt lonely and was in the outermost area, far from the center.

In fact, in this peripheral area, in addition to the line where she is, the spider web hangs a chain, just crossing her line, and throws into the depth of the void, I don't know where and who is connected.

Compared to her side, the chain is much thicker, and there is a thick blood flowing on it, and the stack is surged back and forth. When it is the most intense, it is like a fire.

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