There is always something wrong with the temple

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The numbers kept jumping, but they never reached the complete hundreds.

It was as if a rushing sound could be heard.

The rules look around at fate and put a big cross on what has to be done.

"The temple..." Rule said silently.

Wu Su smiled and still hugged the bane, pulled the two tentacles that looked like claws, and then heard what should be Mephisto's ball beeping twice.

It's really beeping.

The ball slowly liquefied a layer, wrapping Wusu's little hand.

"The temple is almost over." Wu Su said, the sticky black covered his lower body, but he didn't seem to care at all, "Rules, you regret it now, it's too late."

The rule is not regret.

"He is the end." Wu Su said slowly, the black mass almost infected his body, only a small head was exposed and he was still talking: "It's normal to avoid your gaze. "

Ok.

The rule is to regret.

In the very beginning, we shouldn't have used the game template of the New World, and asked Wusu to contact the temple. After contacting, there will always be some not-so-beautiful little things.For example, the temple was indeed able to arouse certain memories of Wusu, and reminded him of many memories that had settled down.However, a temple is a temple after all.

A temple will always have the existence it believes in.

The rules do not "see" that this existence is the end.

Or rather, Mephisto.

The rules know that here, Wusu will get what he once wanted, but he can't "see" that this is related to Mephisto.

Darkness gradually covered Wusu's body, the ball completely liquefied and lost its shape, all this was happening silently.This is erosion.

Once the erosion of the five sous is completed, the end of everything will come.

Rules muttered, "If I had known earlier, I should have replaced Mephisto directly."

"That's the same," Wu Su said.

Wu Su didn't seem to care at all, even ignoring the blackness on his body, and still talking to the rules wholeheartedly: "It doesn't matter, maybe we can meet again."

Rules: Do you think you are playing house?

Although, with Wu Su so indifferent, the huge characters of the rules finally disappeared after rolling continuously.

Xinghai regained its dead silence.

Wu Su stretched out his small fist, and a small ball protruded from the sticky film.

Wu Su's big eyes were bright.

Soon the film protruded two small balls.

The little round ball met with grunts, and then stretched its arms.

The constantly losing and being devoured vitality didn't seem to arouse Wu Su's opinion. He kept watching those protrusions and shrinking in the film, having a great time.Huge, surging forces are surging, but they alternate almost silently in this sea of ​​stars. The inestimable and indescribable power frightens all the existences that may approach here, and the alternate life and death become the only ones left. Two consciousnesses.

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Progress hesitates.

The film undulates like breathing, although it is very shallow, almost invisible.Those two little tentacles didn't liquefy, they slowly climbed up Wusu's shoulders, and were carefully stroking Wusu's little curly hair.That careful gesture seemed to be touching something precious, and then a small tentacle flinched back in shock.

It can be retracted and does not move.

Wu Su bit one of the little tentacles that was touching Mao Mao ecstatically.

It didn't matter if the poor little tentacles retracted, or if they didn't retract, and ended up obediently nestling between Wusu's teeth.

Wu Su gritted his teeth, and said vaguely, "It's soft."

Rules: How can it be soft?You are holding your teeth!

The little tentacle seemed to be frightened by their conversation, and struggled in Wusu's mouth, like a shy young man who had been bullied.

Five sous will not be given.

Wu Su muttered, "I want to touch it."

If you don't touch it with your hands, you can only reluctantly get the teeth on.

Little Tentacle:?

Little Tentacle:!

It was as if the film knew the plight of the little tentacles, and the raised part of the little fist gradually faded away from the black traces. Subconsciously, Wusu went to the other one. He was shocked by this sudden situation. little tentacles.

The bitten tentacles tentatively struggled twice, escaped from the mouth smoothly, and immediately rushed to a place that Wu Su couldn't reach, leaving only the one that Wu Su had already grabbed.

Wu Su tilted his head: "So shy."

The little tentacles wobbled and hesitantly stayed where Wu Su couldn't touch, observing as if they really had consciousness.

Under the wrapping of the film, Wu Su is like an ordinary person—he has always been like this—not reaching out to grab the small tentacles that are within arm's distance, but grabbing the only remaining small tentacles, anyway, this one is left , Five sous are not picked.

The small tentacles were originally covered with spikes, whether it was the tentacles or the roots, they were densely packed.When Wu Su's fingers brushed across, before he even touched it, he subconsciously shrunk the spikes into a liquid-like softness. All protection has been done.

Whaling is still going on, and life is still passing away.

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The numbers are constantly and treacherously changing.

He is vague.

He couldn't see clearly.

He felt it vaguely.

He loves that being that is near him.

warmth.peace.little.like.

Emotions too intense for him to handle quickly filled his emotions.

Sour and astringent.

His eyes, or can't be called eyes, those spikes all looked at that "existence".

Little one.

He looks completely different from him.

There are only four strange tentacles.

There is also a round head.

The spikes on the head are too long, and they are not hard at all, so they have no protective effect.

He thought so.

Then he found that the little tentacles were greedily groping for those curly spikes.

He was suddenly a little angry.

Why are my tentacles disobedient?

He was a little dazed again.

Touching the curly spikes.

That sour feeling is more obvious.

It was as if something was beating fast.

he thought.

This throbbing thing is really cumbersome.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the feeling of absorption gradually accelerated, as if he was tearing something, destroying something, and that kind of carefree, comfortable and crazy feeling made him want to expand that feeling dramatically.

But that small existence with only four tentacles has changed.

The breath gradually weakened.

He found out.

He could hardly see the little strange four tentacles.

Except that feeling of being caught by the tentacles is still there.

After the other one was separated, the little tentacles that had been hesitating all the time swayed away, and the dancing seemed to be mixed with rage, it was like dancing flowers, and then rushed over to squeeze the little existence tightly. Wrap up.

The length ejected in that instant is almost infinite, and it should be very simple to catch that small existence.

But he failed.

He was a little puzzled.

The little tentacle that was still caught could still feel that little existence.

But the other one that took the initiative to touch is already out of reach.

No.

he thought.

he thought furiously.

Wrath intensified his devouring and tearing.

Then the feeling of existence became weaker and weaker.

He stopped.

absorb - disappear.

He acts recklessly in response to the pleasure of destruction, that is instinct, that is the meaning of his existence.

But the price of absorption, the consequences of swallowing, is the disappearance of the small existence?

No!

He repeated it.

No!

He wriggled like crazy!

...

Rules want to.

This is the result.

Before the master chose to sleep, the rules "saw" this scene.

The rules tried to persuade the Lord not to sleep, or choose another place to sleep, but the Lord rejected the rules' suggestion.

The Lord said, "I'm tired."

He said "I".

Instead of "I".

The rule thinks: The Lord loves human beings.

He likes those small, cute races. Although they have different shapes and changes, they are always so interesting.

But the master still chooses to sleep.

Because that's what's supposed to happen.

Where there is a beginning, there is an end.

For the word fate, the Lord is even more indifferent and indifferent.

That being the case, so be it.

So the Lord met the end.

So the Lord saved the end.

So the Lord built a temple that belongs exclusively to the end.

So the rules, don't see the coming and going of the temple.

So the Lord chose dormancy, the village of Asimi, and the appearance of Angus and Mephisto.

He walks through every given point.

Except that Mephisto really forgot all the memories, and was obliterated by the rules, except...they have a coveted heart for the Lord.

love and hate.

Indeed, the ultimate problem, as humans say.

Mephisto's plan can be said to be really successful, or it can be said to have failed.

Although the Lord still chose the established path, he did not hesitate because of the situation he experienced after waking up from a deep sleep.

Not even the rules can shake the Lord's choice.

The Lord is the immortality of eternal existence, and the end is accompanied by it. It is born by the power of the Lord. It is also impossible for the rules to completely make the end, that is, Mephisto die.

Rules see it all.

The chapters of history are turning rapidly, and the little elves dancing on the stars quickly imprint every moment of the years that have existed on the mainland. Those are records that cannot be erased, and are the end of eternity.They record the history that is unknown to others, and may have been lost in the long and incomprehensible era, but all that exists after all.

because.

They follow the rules.

the rules say.

The Lord briefly becomes human.

The Lord has tasted joy, sorrow, and sorrow.

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The Lord is five sous.

Five Su liked Mephisto.

The Lord loves Mephistopheles.

This is the result.

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