Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

"A handsome man."

"Tsk, a 100-year old maid..."

"Hey! What qualifications do you, a five-hundred-year-old guy, have to say about me?"

Remilia smiled slightly: "You forgot again, I am a great true ancestor—well, a descendant of the true ancestor, five hundred years old is just..."

She frowned suddenly, and her small eyebrows were tangled together: "It's just what...how did you say that word?"

"Infancy?"

"Yes, baby—bah! It's not a baby! Bad Patch, I'm not a child anymore, anyway, I'm still young, much younger than you, an old human woman..."

The hundred-year-old spinster had an ugly face, pouted her mouth and snorted, "You are a natural born immortal, you just got the honor of your parents..."

Hearing her mention of her parents, the little vampire immediately acted proudly: "Let me tell you, my mother is the number one true ancestor, she is amazing."

"Ouch?"

"My aunt is the second primogenitor. Although she is an idiot, she can tear the moon off when she gets angry, isn't she amazing?"

Hearing a strange shift in her words, Patchouli fiddled with the crystal ball, and the room where Shinhiro was clearly appeared in it, but there was no one in it.

Two slender pale fingers separated on it, and the picture suddenly expanded and became clear.

"You only mentioned your mother and aunt. Where's your father?"

Paqi lay on the table, her head arched, her big eyes looked at the crystal ball again and again, and she frowned: "Where did he go?"

Remilia thought her friend was asking where her father had gone, as if a switch had been touched, the little girl puffed up her cheeks and frowned, "I don't know! I've never seen he!"

The blood-red eyes were full of grievance and longing, and he yelled, his immature and clear voice was full of willfulness: "Let him die outside, I don't like daddy..."

While talking, she curled up her two short legs, hugged her two small hands on her knees, and lowered her head so that Paqiuli couldn't see her best friend's expression clearly.

"Looks like a scumbag."

Thinking like this, the Seven Luminaries Magician didn't comfort her, because the powerful Scarlet Youyue didn't need to comfort her. It's been nearly 500 years since she and her sister were thrown into this similar world by the inexplicable lord of creation——

(Hei Ji declared to the public that she couldn't stand her daughter wanting a father every day, so she was impatient and didn't want her anymore. By the way, she strangled her younger sister's daughter to death...)

——She shouldered the responsibility of her elder sister alone, and took good care of the immature little Fran. For hundreds of years, how could the pain and setbacks she experienced could be soothed with a few words of comfort? ?

Remilia doesn't need those things either, she has understood from a long time ago that emotions such as weakness and self-harm are very useless.

The only thing Remilia Scarlet should do is to become stronger and take good care of her younger sister.

"Patch what are you looking at?"

The little vampire who licked her wound also came to the front of the crystal ball, her big blood-colored eyes were full of curiosity, and then there was another person in her eyes.

a man.

A naked man just came out of the bathroom...

Chapter 135 Chapter 18 Atheism

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

"Jianghu is really a very boring place."

Pushing open a small window, the young man wrapped only in a big towel was lying idly on a comfortable recliner, babbling and reciting the lyrics.

"The rivers and lakes should open a window, and Pingju should play tricks..."

"Speaking of it, I seem to know a little bit about Pingju, but I still prefer Suzhou Pingtan. Of course, Huangmei Opera is also indispensable."

In some distant memories, at that time in the bamboo house in the mountains, there was a beautiful woman in white Hanfu. She liked to play the pipa and guzheng, but didn't like to play the flute.

In the mountain wind, the blue bamboo leaves fluttered down one after another, like sharp swords, with the sword intent to kill immortals.

With a cup of clear tea, there is a beautiful woman playing a song of "No Worldly Thoughts" by your side, and the light parting of the vermilion lips is the return to Yaotai, and the cave is clear.

The picture changed again, the sky was dark and cloudy, and countless monsters were hidden in it. The bloodthirsty and fearful eyes were spying on the person who was still sitting in the dense courtyard and playing the kite. Beside him was also a peerless woman, dancing to the sound of the piano.

"Looking back, the demon atmosphere has not been eliminated, and ask the world, where is the hero?"

The sound of the zither was melodious and clear, and it turned sharply to kill Leng Ran. The moon princess who was the dancer couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

The young man who came back to his senses rubbed his forehead, more and more memories were unsealed with the passage of time, I don't know how long it will go back.

He is a little worried.

Not worrying about others, but worrying that the peaceful life will be broken.

"I cleared my throat, cleared my throat, and sang Qin opera..."

Flying to Dunhuang, the northern small north...

Cough, well, I will stop singing. The boy stood up and was going to sleep. His body is not very tired, but his mind is a bit tired. Anyone who travels a lot knows that even if he is traveling by car, boat or plane, he will not bother himself at all. I have two legs, but when I arrive at the destination, I will be very sleepy and tired.

Lying on the bed, facing the ceiling, there is a very beautiful decoration on the ceiling, round, like a crystal ball.

The two girls who are peeping in the library, one is a magician who has not known the taste of meat for a hundred years, and the other is a descendant of the true ancestor who is still in infancy.

Both of them blushed, their eyes averted.

Although I saw the man's body when I was fighting with the church, but it was all bloody, and it was red-eyed, so I basically didn't notice this aspect. Paqiuli, who is a house girl, is better, because she Read all the books to understand some basic common sense.

However, I have never seen a live one.

Now, finally see.

What is shaking your head?

Remi covered her eyes all of a sudden, and yelled: "Wow wow wow, it's broken, it's broken, my eyes are going to be blind!"

"He's not a woman, your eyes won't be blind..."

Paqiuli, who was shivering and withdrawing her magic, had a distinct blush in her pale face, which was much lighter than her dress, but it made her look brighter.

"White and tender, like a pig!"

Remilia was still in a mood, and as a good friend, Miss Noreki had no choice but to agree: "Yes, yes, it's really ugly, without even a bit of breasts—"

Xiaopingping's blood-red eyes immediately looked over, and she immediately closed her mouth with interest.

The 500-year-old tablet is the worst thing to hear!

"Patch! Go kill him! Kill him! There's no way to live!"

Miss Patch shrugged her shoulders gracefully, the moonlight on the hat gradually dissipated: "Because of such a trivial matter, you shout and kill, and you still vent your anger on others, Remy, where is your mind?"

"It's not Remi, it's Remilia! I don't care! He hurt my eyes!"

The little girl who is very serious about her name became self-willed and even Qiyao's magician couldn't help it, so she had to change the subject reluctantly: "Anyway, we all agreed to Yakumo Zi, and we are about to leave this world, and you will not have any intersection... Remi, did you see his face?"

The little vampire squatted on the chair, covered his big eyes with his two small hands, and shook his head sullenly.

She was almost ashamed to death, how could she still have the heart to look at that man's appearance?

"You can't let this guy mess around, he's my pen pal anyway..."

………………

Mount Tai.

Today's Golden Immortal in the Cloud is not the Qingxu Taoist robe of the past, but replaced with a golden fairy style and a pure Yang Taoist crown. His hands are empty, and with a second thought, a white peach wood magic sword appeared.

His long hair hangs down at his waist, his face is ruddy and fair, he looks like a young man, but when he gets closer, he is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pair of eyes that are as clear as the night sky, the only thing that gives people a sense of incongruity What's more, this person seems to have lived for countless ages, and on the face of a young man, vicissitudes and coldness are faintly revealed.

Unparalleled and unparalleled, the Daluo Jinxian, who respects me in heaven and earth, walks on the top of the mountain, overlooking the world of mortals, but seems to be looking at the void of the universe.

A pair of eyes released a ray of light as bright as the sun and the moon.

This kind of light is the most firm, indestructible, courageous and diligent heart of the practitioner.

This way is not the way of Taoism, but the way of roads!

Unstoppable, unfettered, and the obsessive thought of wanting to compete with the way of heaven is a kind of determination that can remain unwavering under any circumstances, and only someone with such a domineering mind like him, whose will is firm to an incredible level Only Tianzun can be seen from the outside, and this kind of vision of the unity of the inside and the outside emerges.

"The way of heaven is permanent, the world is self-improving, what is the use of gods and gods? The ancient gods and kings are dead, and they can walk. Whether it is the Greek gods or the Nordic gods, those who can walk have already gone. The land of Kyushu has been sealed. It's almost the same, only Dongpu is left, um... the plan after 2000? There is no need to knock them down for the time being."

At this time, there was a shrill howl suddenly from the foot of the mountain. The man was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, with an old complexion and white beard and hair.

Yun Zhongzi lowered his head and looked at the man, silently sighing.

"Zi Ya, why are you losing your composure?"

Jiang Ziya, who had finished the Conferred God Battle and sealed Qi, raised his head, his eyes were red, his eyes were cracked, looking at the master who had been gentle before, he felt a terrifying chill penetrating his heart, but he forced himself to concentrate and stared at the young man. The author hissed: "Master! You have deceived me so badly..."

"What is conferred gods? What maintains the order of heaven, earth and people? Their souls have long since dissipated, and there is no list of conferred gods! There is no vitality at all..."

"...I became a great sinner who killed my fellow disciples! How can I survive? How can you tell me to live in these three realms with peace of mind?"

His long gray hair fluttered in the wind, and with a shrill cry, Jiang Ziya's whole body burst into bright red blood flowers on the side of Mount Tai.

There are no bones left, nor souls.

I killed all my disciples, wouldn't it be more shameless to live?

The Taoist on the top of the mountain was silent and indifferent, watching his youngest disciple commit suicide between heaven and earth, never to return.

I don't know how long it took before I slowly closed my eyes.

...This world really doesn't need a god.

Yun Zhongzi adhered to the last wish of Fuxi God King and Nvshao Empress, and borrowed the spirit of killing between Shang and Zhou Dynasties. Fixed base.

A huge conspiracy that has been woven since ancient times, including all the practitioners in Kyushu who want to take the way of the gods, all kinds of calculations, all kinds of schemes, even his own apprentices died one by one in the so-called war of conferred gods, finally arrived today.

The mahogany sword in his hand trembled slightly, and he would use this sword to kill all the gods in the world, going forward without anger or resentment.

The golden Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

There was a trace of crystal in his palm, which was the last bit of Jiang Ziya's remaining essence. In the morning sun, the Taoist stood upright.

In the light of Chu Yang, Jin Yao's Taoist robe faintly brilliance and introverted.

"Everything you bought at a price is precious. Ziya, you who have become a ray of light, please lead your brothers and sisters on my behalf. On the road to Huangquan, don't forget."