Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

"and many more!"

Jian Mingshu took a step forward, but only caught some scattered particles. The scattered particles returned part of his consciousness, but more of them died along with the charged arc light he brought back.

"Ming Shu!" The electromagnetic screen door was suddenly pushed open, and Viviani eagerly poked his head in, "Fate Guidance—Fate Guidance... what's wrong with you?"

"...I'm fine." He picked up the phoenix feather on the ground and submerged his whole body in the backlit darkness, "What's wrong with the guidance of fate."

"Dark matter, I mean what you call blood, a part of it was originally gathered over Italia, just now, it disappeared in an instant! Does this mean that at least we are missing one tricky thing! ’ Viviani’s tone was excited, but soon he fell silent again.

He found that the back in front of him became bleak and lonely again.

"Ming Shu." Viviani slightly opened the door.

"—Don't come in. There is serious radiation here." Jian Mingshu's voice was a little dry, "Dark matter..."

He was silent for a while, and then managed to maintain a low and steady tone: "Dark matter was swallowed by a friend of mine who used himself as a cage..."

"That's right! That's great." After speaking, Viviani realized something was wrong.

Concise and silent.

"You go out, V. Leave me alone for a while."

Viviani looked at him with some concern: "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Go, no matter how long it takes, your body won't be able to bear it."

The electromagnetic shielding door finally closed reluctantly. Through the crack of the door, Viviani took a last look at Ming Shu. He was sitting with his back against the sleeping cabin. The starlight in the transparent sleeping cabin was so bright and beautiful, but his whole body All submerged in the shadow of the backlight, appearing lifeless.

"...'I have never betrayed you'." The last sentence of Sanzi who came back with the news.

And he once suspected that it was Zhulong who released all the blood.

Jian Mingshu was ecstatically stroking the Feng Ling brought back in a loose state, it was extremely smooth.

This phoenix feather belongs to Kunpeng, and like Zhulong's Nilin, it is the essence of a divine beast, and even retains a part of its soul.It shone brightly on Ming Shu's fingertips. At first Ming Shu thought it was just the glow of the divine bird Feng Ling, but after careful observation, he discovered that it was countless virtual particles.

It is difficult for ordinary people to perceive the existence of virtual particles, but they can perceive their effects.When virtual particles are attached to old things, they will always arouse people's emotional memories, like dreams and illusions.Zhulong often uses virtual particles to create realistic illusions.

Ming Shu thought for a while, and checked the virtual particles left on the phoenix feathers.

Most of what was locked in Feng Ling were Zhulong's trivial memories.For example, Kunpeng found the first blooming flower and showed it to him. Kunpeng usually encountered some interesting things, and sometimes, Kunpeng in the memory didn’t say anything, and accompanied Zhulong to watch the golden light grass in the underworld. Open, turn to night again, the golden lights and grass close.

Until everything is silent.

Among them, there is a memory that is very different. In the past, Kunpeng kept talking and Zhulong listened quietly. On that day, Kunpeng was dressed in green and sat silently on the black mist for a long, long time until the golden lamp grass in the underworld almost closed. He sighed lowly.

"Zhulong, Qingyang wants to influence the new demon god, do you think it's feasible?"

Mingshu's heart moved, he should be talking about Shu Yang.

The silver dragon's tail streaked through the black mist, but he didn't answer.

"...if he could, why should he lock you up?"

"You just... you just sank the floating island, I believe you, there must be a reason for doing so."

In the memory, Zhulong looked at him from the angle, through a thick fog from beginning to end.

In his vast memory, he saw the scene where his apparent steady state as King of Huai'an was lost in the myriad universes.As he drifted away, the black mist filled the air, the golden lamp grass closed quietly, and there was no more faint light between the sky and the earth.

In the subsequent memory clips, Kunpeng came much less, talked and laughed a lot less, he seemed to travel through infinite worlds, collecting traces of Qingyang bit by bit.

Sometimes, the entire planet can only collect one most basic special energy string.But he never tires of it, and will share it with Zhulong excitedly.

Until one day, the Kunpeng in Zhulong's memory was particularly clear. He no longer narrated his recent history in a low voice and tiredly, but his eyes became brighter.

——"I sat on the seal of the gods today and went to the place where Ming Shu was born. I saw a true god. She has beautiful golden eyes and told me the true meaning of the universe."

He eagerly expressed his thoughts, trying to convince Zhulong in layers of black mist, Mingshu tried his best to hear what Kunpeng said, but this memory seemed to be seriously disturbed, the noise drowned out all voices, except The last clear sentence remains: "Would you like to finish it with me?"

Willing?

In memory, Zhulong's answer was extremely vague, and he couldn't even hear whether it was yes or no.

...a true God.

The place Kunpeng mentioned should be an unknown place.

Except for Ming Shu himself, no one else appeared there.

Jian Mingshu took out the Candle Dragon Reverse Scale left by Kunpeng again, and after searching carefully for a week, he found the same virtual particle.

Unlike Zhulong's snowflake-like memories, Kunpeng's is very simple.

"...If you read this memory particle, it means that something has happened to me. Zhulong should also be released by my last wish, Mingshu, don't imprison him again, he has no intention of harming others.

……

Maybe you don't understand the purpose of what I'm doing now... I don't need you to understand.I hope you will...be happier in the future than you are now.If there is a chance, I will listen to the color of the wind with you again. "

Kunpeng showed a gentle and restrained smile, and his appearance gradually faded away.

At the end of the memory, he was carrying Qingyang, his outstretched wings skimmed over the soft hanging clouds, the rustling cold wind rubbed against his ears, and his majestic figure swam across the great river.

Ming Shu shrank his shoulders unconsciously, slowly grasped the Nilin in his hand, pinching its knuckles so hard that they turned white.

He was the only one left in the empty laboratory. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world fell silent and listened to his voice.

"Why did it become like this?"

He closed his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Ming Shu."

A faint temperature came from his left shoulder, making his body tense up instantly.

He lowered his eyelashes, and his heart beat inexplicably faster.He didn't know how to react, curled his fingertips, and froze in place.

There were some slight sounds behind him, it sounded like Shu Yang sat up from the shining starlight, and then a small sound caused Mingshu to turn around immediately.

At the first glance, he was immediately attracted by Shu Yang's clear eyes. The other party was half leaning on the sleeping cabin, looking at him quietly, but his eyes were extremely eager.

He has just recovered, and the control of his limbs still needs to be exercised slowly.

Ming Shu bowed to help him sit up: "Be careful. Your consciousness is linked, but the body is still stiff. You need some time to recover slowly."

He helped Wu Shuyang rub the bumped back: "How is it? Is there any pain or discomfort?"

Wu Shuyang looked at him softly.

Ming Shu was lying on the edge of the sleeping cabin, surrounded by messy and desolate laboratory debris, but the glimmering starlight in the cabin reflected him extremely movingly.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and he is not used to Wu Shuyang's sincerity, he looked away lightly, and said softly: "You try it with your fingertips first, this is the smallest movement, and it involves the most nerves and muscle groups."

Jian Mingshu has an innate talent for controlling bioelectricity.He taught Qinghua to use bioelectricity to improve the synchronization of the body and nerves, and also taught Baomeng to use bioelectricity to convey messages.

Shu Yang's fingertips curled up clumsily, like knuckles that were frozen and stiff in winter, it was extremely difficult to bend even a little.

His actions provoked Ming Shu to smile lightly, and the twinkling starlight floated on his smile.

"I'll teach you." Ming Shu gently handed his left hand to a place within Wu Shuyang's reach, "Try to concentrate, first control your index finger and reach my left hand."

Wu Shuyang raised his fingertips with difficulty.

Ming Shu lowered the difficulty, brought his fingertips closer, and guided: "The body motor cortex is in the central precentral gyrus of your frontal lobe, and the parts that control your fingers and wrists are all together, which happens to be in the very center of your brain. Try it and feel it." bioelectric transfer—"

still fails.

Could it be that...is there really a part of the neural network that is wrongly fitted?

Ming Shu held Shu Yang's ice-like fingertips anxiously: "Then can you feel me? Is my body temperature cold or hot? Is the strength of pinching you loose or tight?"

He kept adjusting the intensity, changing the temperature of his fingertips, and looked at the other party anxiously, hoping to get some response.

Wu Shuyang's fingertips suddenly pulled back, and in the next moment, his wrist was caught, pulled closer eagerly, and crashed into the opponent's strong chest.

Wu Shuyang embraced him deeply.

A familiar deep voice came to my ears: "I can feel it. You are very warm. You pinched me too hard, and it hurts a bit."

"...Also, thank you for your hard work."

He rubbed Ming Shu's hair.

Ming Shu's tense shoulders relaxed a little, even if it was only for a moment.

"You're fooling people again." Ming Shu's ending sounded sticky, "You're obviously fine, but you still bully me to teach you."

Ming Shu's forehead rested on the other's cheek, he felt Shu Yang's jaw stretch slightly, and he was smiling.

"So," Wu Shuyang let go of him a little bit, his eyes were like warm water: "What was the problem just now that stumped us Mingshu?"

"actually……"

Ming Shu began to recount the situation after that, the fission of the earth, the extreme cold of the sky and the earth, the side length of the rotation and revolution cycle, the atmosphere began to turn into a star wind, and the system of becoming a god was adjusted by others. The reason for the expansion of the universe is unknown besides dark matter. Strength, and a weak black cat.

"Zi Cha said that our world is a main-sequence world, constantly squeezing and devouring other dimensions, but what is the significance of this swallowing and merging?"

"The Colosseum."

Wu Shuyang pondered for a moment, then said: "From your description, it looks like a Colosseum, but the opposing sides are no longer warriors and monsters, but different dimensions."

Jian Mingshu paused for a moment.

He once doubted that the universe is "alive", or in other words, the universe may have its own life process and growth path, whether this kind of phagocytosis and merger is one of the ways of growth.

"Mingshu, think about it from another angle, put aside the ultimate goal of the other party. Start with what he is doing now: he caused the sky to collapse, made all creatures struggle, made all dimensions squeeze each other, and destroyed all orders. The consequences There will only be one—"

"Maximum entropy."

All the chaos and despair ultimately have only one way back: the greatest entropy.It means silence and death, the end of the universe in cold and silence.

"I understand." Ming Shu stood up quickly, "It's just a dream to want to play with the fate of other worlds."

Wu Shuyang looked up at him, there was a little warmth in his clear eyes.

"...But." This reminded Ming Shu of another thing that puzzled him extremely, "I have one more thing to ask you, Shu Yang, you...why were you born from the big bang?"

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