Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

He had a crazy dream.

Sleeping heavily, Wu Shuyang had never slept so peacefully.All that flew around in his dream was Qingyang, Qingyang's smile, Qingyang's fragrance, Qingyang's embrace, Qingyang's whisper.

He leaned on Qingyang's body, greedily sucking his rich fragrance.

After that, in the dream he had red eyes, suddenly lost himself, pulled Qingyang's clothes, fell on Qingyang's white chest, bit open his flesh and blood, and his heart trembled while watching.

He gnawed, he took, he licked the blood from his lips.Warm, with a touch of fishy sweetness.

Until then, I suddenly woke up.

The wooden windows are long, letting out the light sunlight, which is already bright.

He ends up possessing him completely.

But when he woke up, there was no Qingyang by his side.

Why even so, even though they were intimate, Qingyang never belonged to anyone.He looked soft, but he couldn't grasp it firmly, and he couldn't hold it in. Once the night wind passed, he was like a cloud, suddenly and scattered.

He doesn't even seem to belong to this world.

The nightmare frightened him, and he didn't dare to speculate whether the dream was real or just a fantasy.Maybe he was too attached to Qingyang's tenderness, and even ignored his possible suffering.

The memory of his first arrival was too vague, he couldn't find the entrance of the gravel road, and he didn't know where Qingyang was going. He stayed alone on the boat, waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting.

Finally, in the middle of the night a few days later, Qingyang arrived.

At that time, the stars were all set very low, and the divine beast Kunpeng was wandering in the air, leaning slightly.

In the thin cloud, fell Qingyang who was covered with wounds.Wu Shuyang opened his arms and caught him who fell.

Qingyang was weak and in pain, the once clean Yuebai light shirt was full of blood and scars.Where did he go, and who was hurt like this.

Under Qingyang's skin, white spots of light shone faintly—exactly the same as when he was sitting by the fountain 15 years ago, drinking heavily from the fire.

He went there again.

"Zi Jue."

Qingyang opened his eyes slightly, and seemed to recognize him dimly.

He raised his hand and hugged himself weakly.Although he is unintentional, his actions are full of intimacy and attachment.The relationship between the two of them obviously shocked the Kunpeng beast roaming in the air.

Kunpeng hovered in the clouds.

"...Why you." Qingyang closed his eyes, and buried his face sideways on Wu Shuyang's chest, not knowing whether he was sighing or regretting.

Why is that you.

Why did you choose such a humble gentleman who is cautious, independent and self-denying, to break his proud spine, pollute his pure soul, and corrode his thorough heart.

You are obviously calm and restrained, cautious and upright.You have a clean heart, why did fate choose you.

You shouldn't be a demon god, but I can't do anything about it.

In addition to Qingyang, there is a broader law that controls the fate of everyone.

He became sluggish, and finally lost his mind.

Wu Shuyang gently picked him up and walked into the cabin.After An Qingyang fell asleep, he met the same cold Kunpeng at the cabin door.

He understood, and followed the ancient god to the door where he could avoid people's eyes.

Kunpeng is leaning on the mast, and the night draws his posture into a thick shadow. He wears a thick silver wrench full of flowers in his left hand, and he can't help groping for the patterns on it with his right hand.

He lowered his eyebrows.Kunpeng never raised his eyes to look at Wu Shuyang.

When he was with Qingyang, he was much more cheerful, at least not like this, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"I advise you not to have delusions." Kunpeng cut to the chase.

"It's a matter between two people."

"No. Not if it's him. Not if it's you."

Wu Shuyang didn't understand the meaning of the second half of the sentence, so he didn't answer rashly.

He fiddled with the cold and thick fingers, but he didn't like it in the end.

"It's better, you go to die." Kunpeng said in a low voice.He didn't even look at Wu Shuyang.

The frightened gull quickly escaped from the mast, and the sea breeze swallowed its flight traces.

"..."

"Zijue?" Qingyang's voice came from inside.

"I'm different from Qingyang." Kunpeng glanced lowly and turned his head, "I won't pamper you."

Wu Shuyang lowered his head and entered the cabin.

Qingyang didn't wake up, he was talking in his sleep.

Wu Shuyang pulled up a chair and sat beside Qingyang's bed. He moistened the cloth towel and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead.On Qingyang's thin skin, there was a cold white light, which was exactly the same as the light he saw 15 years ago.

Qingyang's skin was scorched by the cold fire.He wiped Qingyang to cool down bit by bit, from his wrist to his fingers, on his palm and forearm, there were shocking marks all over.

Why he refused to bring himself, even refused to tell himself.

Is he too weak, too incompetent, or just a burden.

"Zi Jue."

Qingyang's voice is always so gentle, it never makes people's hearts tremble.

"Zi Jue."

Wu Shuyang looked up at him, still talking in his sleep.

"I'm here."

He lowered his head, carefully helping to wipe off some rain marks on Qingyang's fingertips.

"Just bite me. Only drink my blood. Zijue is good, Zijue can restrain himself."

Wu Shuyang's hand stopped moving.

Qingyang turned over towards him, in a posture to protect the person in his arms.

He thought of the gnawing marks on Qingyang's heart a few days ago in the chaotic night.

"Zijue...don't give in to him. He's not you."

He didn't know what to do.

What a filthy monster he was.

There is an uncontrollable longing in his heart, he is destined to be different from the gentle and bright Qingyang.

And he still wanted to desecrate the holy Qingyang.

Maybe Kunpeng was right, he might as well die.

The original movement of holding his hand now seemed extremely inappropriate.He gently put Qingyang's hand back.

"Zijue?"

A soft and cool hand caressed his cheek, Qingyang woke up, a small shadow fell from his long eyelashes.

"You...why are you so sad."

He's tearing up.

He is greedy for Qingyang's tenderness and everything about Qingyang, but it is obvious that they are indeed unworthy.

Wu Shuyang shook his head slowly.Even he himself couldn't tell what the negation meant.

"It's my fault." Qingyang lowered his eyes, "It turns out that there are still wishes that cannot be achieved when praying for roses."

"What wish?"

Qingyang shook his head.He changed into a gentle smile: "Zijue looks good when he smiles."

He didn't wait for Zijue's smiling face, the other party leaned over, lying on the scar on his heart.

Wu Shuyang scolded himself in his heart.He shouldn't, and he doesn't deserve it, especially after hearing Qingyang's dream talk, they really should separate.

But he still couldn't break free from Qingyang's temptation to himself.

"...I will work hard." He happened to be lying on the bite mark he left.

"hold yourself."

Sometimes, however, there is no need to restrain yourself.Especially someone who overreached and defiled his god.

Allen has become a vague blood corpse.

The endless corpses tore at him, slaughtered him, sucked him greedily—just as he squeezed these corpses.

This is a carnival of evil and violence.

Wu Shuyang stood outside, holding the bloody painted skin, and the will-o'-the-wisp ignited, burning it to ashes.

True or false, a dream, I don't know if it is deceiving others or myself.

The corpses carried their dripping blood corpses away, while Wu Shuyang stood where he was, and continued to walk the way he should go.

One after another, he was in a daze and couldn't remember the exact number. He only felt that his body was being burned and his will was being tortured. It would be better to cut the blood vessels now and let all the souls return to the earth.

Pain embraced him like dust, pervasive and everywhere.Infinitely long and painful.

He scooped, and it seemed that only half of the fire was left, and the whole fountain was empty.

Wu Shuyang heaved a sigh of relief and smiled a little.His Qingyang is still one step away from liberation.

Dawn breaks and the stars fade.

He drank heavily, the last cold white fire.

Clang.

The calendula fell into the empty gold-plated fountain. It made a few circles and scraped crisply, but suddenly merged into the entire fountain.

The entire fountain began to deform smoothly, like a huge open net-this is a beautiful high-dimensional topological graphic projection.

The figure is folded and curled up, gradually forming the shape of a rose.

This delicate flower still has a little golden light floating on its petals. It didn't stay in the air for long, and it fell straight down.

Wu Shuyang hurried forward and nervously caught the precious flower.

Prayer Rose - it has been in many places.For example, the Irish demigod Arian Heard once set foot on the road of prayer, and a rose turned into his ideal daughter-in-law, named "Hua Yan"; another example is the powerful witch of France once set foot on the road of prayer , a rose turned into a long curse, she cursed a prince living alone, only true love can undo it.

Now, this delicate rose falls in the palm of my hand.The sharp little thorns are unruly and unruly, always reminding Wu Shuyang of its arrogance.

Wu Shuyang didn't feel any pain, even he felt that the rose had cut his palm and even pierced his throat, he would not let go of this magical flower.

After all, Ming Shu's happiness is all dependent on this flower.

He gently picked up the outermost petal of the rose, his heart beating wildly - this is the only one in the world, if... just in case...

Wu Shuyang let out a small breath, he was so tense and oppressed that it was hard for him to breathe.

"May my Ming Shu live an ordinary and happy life."

Don't let him go through life and death again, and work hard.

Roses don't change anything.

Wu Shuyang frowned slightly.

"—May my Ming Shu live an ordinary and happy life." He lowered his voice slightly.

As always, no change.

He pulled the outer petals again—

The sound of a piece of crystal breaking.

Huge ice flowers exploded all over his body instantly, and the rose was instantly covered with ice crystals.From the flower branch, countless sharp ice edges pierced out, piercing his already scarred hand again.

Afraid of losing the rose, he clenched it even harder.

The almost temperatureless blood dripped on the thin ice spread on the ground, polluting a piece of pure ice and snow.

"Did I warn you?"

Suddenly, fine raindrops formed on his skin. In an instant, the raindrops deformed, and pieces of sharp ice crystals pierced his body, but they avoided the deadly throat.

Wu Shuyang didn't fight back, he just quietly raised his hand, and stroked away a small piece of murder weapon.Half-cold blood flowed down the neck and dripped into the clothes.

"You'd better not move." Wu Shuyang recognized this voice.

When the strong wind rises, the divine bird falls.

Dapeng retracted his bright feathers, and smoothly transformed into a handsome human figure, wearing silver eyes, gentle and restrained.

Kunpeng walked towards Wu Shuyang, and a thumb-sized acorn fairy landed on his palm, looking at him through Kunpeng's fingers.

"—I won't hurt you."

Wu Shuyang closed his eyes, and spilled the bloody ice crystals on the ground.He whispered, "Because of your care for Ming Shu."

Kunpeng glanced at him sarcastically: "Arrogant. 'I won't hurt you'."

Wu Shuyang was silent.

"I haven't seen you for such a long time, and you still look so annoying, like this—"

Kunpeng's eyes were hidden behind the lens: "The ghosts linger."

"The timing of your visit is too coincidental." Wu Shuyang said.

"What do you want to imply?" Kunpeng frowned.His right hand tapped his left knuckles lightly.The Acorn Fairy shrank a little, retracted its transparent wings, and formed a small ball.

Wu Shuyang lowered his head, his eyes fell on this delicate and charming ice crystal rose.

Kunpeng squatted down, pressed Wu Shuyang's shoulders, tilted his head slightly, and a snowflake fell on his cloak.

"Go. Take Mingshu to the fifth dimension."

The snowflakes were carved with barely legible writing.

Wu Shuyang remained calm, he crushed the snowflake.

The other party stood up, and once again resumed the expression of scrutiny and disgust.The corners of his mouth drooped, his glasses reflected cold light, and his whole person was extremely gloomy.

"This rose means nothing."

Kunpeng said coldly: "Today, even if you kneel on the ground and beg thousands of times, you can't do anything to let Mingshu's rose change his own destiny. You, holding the rose he set, want to borrow It is a paradox in itself to change himself. Just like he has begged several times, wanting to change the law of entropy increase in you—unfortunately, entropy is also a problem beyond the ability of Ming Shu."

"Whose rose?" Wu Shuyang frowned slightly.

Kunpeng sneered.

"Until now, you still don't know who you provoked."

Before that, Wu Shuyang only had vague guesses.Qing Yang never told him, and Ming Shu couldn't even figure it out for himself, so he could only speculate from some clues——

Mingshu or Qingyang, he is in company with the ancient gods; he is the seal of the gods, the seal of the ghosts, and the gold-plated fire bell, which are beyond human civilization; his life span is endless, and he is even immortal.

And the eyes he inadvertently gave Ming Shu confirmed a conjecture that I didn't dare to think about before——Qingyang's disappearance was related to his return from the endless abyss, and it was even possible that the eyes he used, his return His body all came from Qingyang.

"He is a god." Wu Shuyang stated his speculation.

Kunpeng put his hands behind his back, and when he heard this sentence, he glanced at him suspiciously: "I am also an ancient god, but the difference between gods and gods is as big as the sky, understand?"

Wu Shuyang shook his head slowly.

Except for Ming Shu, the rest of the gods are meaningless to him.

"The wishing rose system was created by him. The last wish system was created by him. The Fengdu Prison you are in was created to curb the increase in the world's entropy. In Fengdu Prison and Hades, select outstanding ones and continue to maintain them The personality god system of the order of the undead was created by him. The five reincarnations of the heavens, the earth, and the people, and the cycle goes back and forth. He created it. The spiritual energy rises and the blood descends. Forged. And Ming Shu—”

With a wave of Kunpeng's hand, countless particles gathered behind him, forming the shape of a huge stone gate.

This is the gate that stood on the giant stone island before entering the foreign world.The entire stone gate is painted with ancient codes, and four obscure words are engraved in the center.

At that time, everyone was so focused on the Shimen code that no one noticed these four sentences.

"'No being, everywhere. I am master of time itself, of destiny itself, of the world'."

His hand ran low over the first two lines of speech.Kunpeng seemed filled with emotion.He has waited too long, his master.

"My master, he is the law of the universe, he is the order of the world. He is..."

"Everything is true."

The author has something to say: what is entropy, the next chapter will expand

Back to Chapter 81, it happened that Uncle Ming read these few words left by himself

Chapter 46 "Long Night Sunshine", counting sheep and sheep was out of control at the time, looking back now, he vaguely knew that it was Ming Shu's, so it was a kiss

nibbling?nibbling?I am the first to drink as a respect!

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Thank you Jianghe - the nutrient solution for irrigation~

I originally wanted to have a quiz with prizes, Uncle Ming’s real body, but then I found out that I couldn’t guess this (vicissitudes of life)

Hot, let me keep it a secret. He is a concept of metaphysics and science fiction, physics, philosophy and theology. Welcome to watch it on time at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning (bow)

Today's nutrient solution is thanks to a wonderful point of view to buckle the sugar (...)

We all know that the two children who are too old to count love to fight. Is physics more fun or mathematics is more interesting, but in fact, Uncle Ming's favorite physicist Dirac actually has a famous saying: "Mathematics guides physics. Thought, going in an unknown direction".

Coincidentally, Alfred Whitehead, a mathematician who counts sheep and sheep, said: "Mathematics and physics are inseparable."

At the same time, Uncle Ming also unintentionally mentioned in Chapter 80 Sunrise: "Mathematics is the language of physics".

In front of Shimen, the two exchanged famous words.

Uncle Ming: "Nature's uncanny workmanship is the movement of mathematics"

Counting sheep: "Maths are not invented by humans - we just discover them from nature"

In fact, whether mathematics is better or physics is better, it is a little interest between the two of them (?) They really recognize and appreciate each other from the bottom of their hearts, including each other's preferences

Their destinies are as inseparable as those of the two sciences.

Finally, I want to put the lid on the pot and say, this article is really HE, and the ending is really sweet (cover your face)

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Kunpeng: Damn, who wants to provide my cabbage?What?Already got it? !