Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

You don't understand his silent love words

As he does not understand, the reason for the endless life

"You're crazy."

Haotian's ghostly mist flooded the bleak land.

The cold wind hit, like a frost sword, directly cutting deeply into his heart.

"You're crazy." Kunpeng took another step closer to him, and repeated, "The endless abyss—even you can't jump down."

From this angle, he couldn't see Kunpeng's face, only the hem of his gorgeous robe.

"maybe."

He remembered that before jumping off, he was also dressed in such splendid and splendid clothes.Now——he looked at himself, his clothes had been torn out of shape and in rags.

But he was still a step too late.

When he found Zijue in the abyss of chaos, he was already possessed, his eyes were stained red with blood, like someone he no longer knew.

In the darkness, he didn't know whether it was the evil god who gave him the wounds all over his body, or the sleeping person in front of him.

He leaned on Zijue's cold face.

Zijue has become colder. He used to be so warm, so peaceful, so cautious and restrained, so gentle as jade.

He should have said it a long time ago, should have made it clear that the princes and kings in the world are just a tiny moment in his vast life.

Just for a moment.

What he should have said, what he should have said a long time ago - he should even have made it clear to Zijue from the first day he met him.

It's all because of the long and stable companionship that paralyzed his heart, and it's all because of these long, dreamlike days.

After being alone for a long time, even so long that he has long been indifferent to many things, even so long that he has long forgotten, this is the feeling of being accompanied by someone.

Someone cares about his feelings.Just as he cared about Zijue.

Zijue's body began to disappear bit by bit.Like the wind blowing away the scattered sand, it fluttered and flew straight to the sky.

"Do not--"

He wanted to try to hug this already cold person tightly again, but every time he tightened his arms, he felt that the weight of the person in his arms was a little lighter.

Zijue is actually disappearing, disintegrating bit by bit, forming a sky full of stars.

"no no--"

He felt his fingers start to tremble coldly, and he even felt a little out of control.Why—why do you feel dizzy, and even want to be dizzy on top of this ghost fog.

It seemed that his heart was a piece of rice paper, bit by bit, being torn apart by others.

He put his arms around Zijue who disappeared, and fell to the ground in pain.

"—You shouldn't fall in love with him. Emperor Qingyang." Kunpeng's calm voice came from the side, "It can even be said that he is the last person you should not fall in love with, no. Now you should call him—"

Kunpeng's voice stopped: "Magic."

He didn't have time to pay attention to Kunpeng's voice, as if his advice and advice were all floating in the sky, illusory and far away.

"Qingyang." Kunpeng squatted down and helped him by the shoulders, "Qingyang, please mourn. There will be new demon gods born. You know, they are always one by one, one after another—this is just, It's just a tiny one."

Qingyang's voice sounded extremely depressed, he was lying on the ground, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, it was really hard to see what expression he had now.

Probably life is worse than death.Kunpeng thought.That's why he warned several times, don't think that you can influence the demon god, and don't even approach him at all.Because of the demon god, he is doomed to be displaced, to experience all the sorrows, to suffer all kinds of hardships, and to fall into the dust and mud.

No one can change the established fate, even the self-righteous influence of redemption and staying together have become the boost to his obsession.

Zijue's body completely turned into stardust all over the sky.

Qingyang barely straightened his body, he was a little sluggish.Sitting dry on the ground, it seemed as if his soul had been emptied.

Above the surging ghost fog, a dark purple Baizi lotus fell alone.

Qingyang's watery eyes fell on this frail flower.

"My condolences, Qingyang." Kunpeng repeated again, "You can take him back as a souvenir—"

Kunpeng gently stretched out his hand, trying to pick the Agapanthus, but his hand was blocked by someone in the air.

"Don't touch him." Qingyang said hoarsely.

Kunpeng was taken aback for a moment, and he saw Qingyang's fingertips began to emit a little bit of starlight.

"—You, what do you want to do!"

The next moment, Kunpeng was pushed away with a palm, and a gleaming cage quickly rose from the ground, imprisoning him in it.

Kunpeng tried to bump into the entire light prison - no matter his cultivation base or godhead, he was still some distance away from Qingyang, and he really couldn't break through this light prison by himself.

"Jian Qingyang - think about it, your life doesn't belong to you at all -"

Qingyang didn't answer.

He turned sideways to Kunpeng, making his expression unclear.

Kunpeng eagerly moved forward, and unexpectedly bumped into the entire light prison: "Jian Qingyang, be more rational, you are just a demon god. Throughout the ages, demon gods have followed one after another, and he—"

Qingyang waved his hand lightly, and Kunpeng's words were cut off maliciously in an instant.

Several particles of light were drawn from his body, shining coldly, like an unbreakable chain, lingering on the Baizi lotus.

"Use my bones to cast your bones."

Breeze sways.

From Qingyang's thin and thin body, a huge immortal energy radiates, curling up one after another, falling into the delicate stamens of the flowers.

"Jian Qingyang!!" Kunpeng threw himself on the light prison, forcibly breaking the opponent's shackles, causing him to immediately spray a mouthful of sticky blood.

Kunpeng didn't care about wiping it at all, he was thinking about his master and best friend: "Qingyang, stop, you will—you will!"

Qingyang didn't raise his head, his eyes were still fixed on the lovely flowers in front of him.He even ignored Kunpeng's advice at all.

"—Qingyang, Qingyang, listen to me, there are other ways. There will definitely be, you and I together, you still need this—"

"I dare not wait." Qingyang slightly raised his voice.

Soon, his tone sank again: "—I dare not gamble."

He nodded slightly, and his soft blue hair fell on the other person's gradually contoured body.

Jian Qingyang closed his eyes and continued to cast spells:

"Use my blood to shape your blood."

Zijue's body that had just disappeared was rapidly taking shape, while Qingyang's thin body began to turn into wisps of light smoke, becoming more and more transparent.

"—you're crazy—you're crazy!!"

Kunpeng's rare emotional fluctuations, he didn't know what to say, let alone what to do, to stop this farce.

"Peng." Qingyang suddenly called his name softly.

Kunpeng opened his eyes slightly.

"Don't tell him." Qingyang whispered.

"How can-"

"I said, don't tell him." Qingyang raised his tone bluntly, interrupting the other party's words.

Kunpeng was silent.

A silent struggle spread between the two.

"I now order you as the emperor—"

Kunpeng was silent for a moment.No matter how close he is to Qingyang, he can't disobey his master's orders.

No matter how tender the person in front of him is, it cannot change the fact that he is the master of the fourth dimension, Kunpeng, Fei Lian, and even all the ancient gods of the fourth dimension.

"...Yes. Emperor Qingyang." Kunpeng's hand tightened the light prison in front of him.

"Don't you always ask me what's the point of all this?"

Qingyang's eyes fell on Zijue's pale face, his face was still bloodless, as if all the spirit and blood had been wasted in that long ordeal.

"—I always don't answer. Because in fact, I also find it very boring. Many things are very boring."

Qingyang's slender fingertips slid across the other's cheek: "However, now I feel that I seem to have found something interesting."

At least the two of you have watched the sky and the clouds together, shared a clear dream for a while, and sighed together over the river full of stars.

At least year after year, beautiful and warm, he held the hand of the little boy Jue and taught him to write stroke by stroke.

At least in the long summer, lightly blowing the small fan, the fragrant wind slowly rolling the bamboo curtains, really blowing into his heart.

Stable and long-lasting companionship.

Not to mention—the book co-authored by the two, although it caused the final disaster, can make the names of the two stand side by side forever and be admired by the world.

Like-minded, soul-crossing, is the only mutual understanding in the world.

Flesh and blood interdependence and blood fusion are irreplaceable companionship.

"Use my bones to shape your bones; use my blood to shape your blood."

From now on, no force can separate the two.

He kissed the other person's eyes for the last time, and his vision instantly fell into darkness.

After the swap, he can't use the Demon Eye.

And his eyes were returned to the thief who took his heart.

"Goodbye, Zijue. See you again if you can."

In the darkness, he touched the other person's cheek for the last time. His slender eyebrows and eyes are always somewhat melancholy, his restrained thin lips are always pursed in embarrassment, and his graceful neckline—this reminds him of the At the end of the world, a ridiculous night.

At that time, he was obviously pampering and pampering the other party to get him, but Zijue was depressed and in pain, asking "why" and "what is this".

But in fact, that was also a night with a beautiful arc in his long life.

He leaned into the center of the other's brow for the last time and kissed tenderly.

"—If you can't, just...forget about me."

Qingyang's whole body was shining like a star, bright and gentle, until he became the light itself.

He disappeared into thin air.

"Qingyang, why...why didn't you listen to my advice."

The plan was done, the prison of light was shattered, and Kunpeng sighed heavily.

"—I really don't want you to make the same mistakes again."

Under the ghost fog, a huge monster was sealed in the endless abyss, indistinctly, only a section of silver-white dragon tail was exposed.

From the beginning to the end, the giant dragon was concentrating on Kunpeng above the abyss.

*This time the dream is more real, even the pain is heart-piercing and unforgettable.

It was only in a haze that he realized that this was not just the pain in his dream—his back was indeed in severe pain like a tear.It seemed that the reverse scales on his back were gradually disappearing.

These reverse scales could last for a while, but now they are afraid that they will gradually disappear before returning to the country, and he will start to suffer severe pain from splitting his body again.

Jian Mingshu gritted her teeth and reluctantly endured it.

Due to his disordered work and rest and high-intensity reasoning for many years, he originally slept less than ordinary people, and he was habitually a little nervous.Dreaminess is also common.

Most dreams are actually the interweaving of memories, thoughts, and emotions. It is just that the dreams control the thalamus and visual cortex, and process a delicious meal with daily materials and experiences, which is not necessarily true.

Even a "lucid dream" with logic and details is just a deception woven by neurons and prefrontal lobes.

Maybe it's his prefrontal lobe inertial excitement, maybe his neurasthenia is getting worse, maybe... it's just that he cares too much about Wu Shuyang, and he heard Fei Lian's rumors about Fengdu Prison before, so he made up these weird things in his dream experience.

Maybe he should think about it and buy some sleep aids.

It's just one thing, even if you try to convince yourself, it's hard to explain.

The eyes Wu Shuyang gave him did work better on him—if what Wu Shuyang said at the time was true.

Even if this strange dream is true, there is no way to immediately verify it.The only person present at that time was Kunpeng who was thousands of kilometers away.

"—Sir." Louis leaned closer, "Are you... still in pain?"

Jian Mingshu managed to regain his senses, but the back of his head was still aching.

"Why would I—"

His gaze instantly caught the middle-aged man sitting in the shadows.

Thorns of doubt crawled over my heart in an instant.

"It has nothing to do with him, sir." Louis tugged at his sleeve, "Someone sneaked up on you from behind, the same person as that woman. He helped you instead."

"..."

He glanced at the other party with some guilt, and it was true, if he had malicious intentions towards him, he wouldn't have gone retrograde all the way, followed to the roof of terror, and just let it go.

"...Thank you." He nodded towards the other party, "I doubted you just now, and I am very guilty."

"Maybe. You don't need to feel guilty."

The middle-aged man was leaning against the window, his voice was exhausted: "At first, I really wanted to kill you."

"While you were on board."

The author has something to say: The body, aura, and blood created by ** are not fantasy conjectures, and there are scientific explanations behind them

Forging the Body speaks in Chapter 104

[Nutrition solution thanks]

Thanks to Jianghe-, NGC4038 for the nutrient solution irrigated. Today’s nutrient solution fits the theme of this chapter, and I will talk about why Uncle Ming has such a logical dream (yes, I didn’t make it up, I deliberately studied it. proud face)

It is estimated that everyone knows that there is still no general conclusion on the specific causes of dreams. There are two things that can be confirmed: 1. The material of dreams comes from daily life/memories/stimulation during sleep; A completely rested brain and nerve signals are still working.

This article also introduces a hypothesis, which is not confirmed by sufficient scientific theory, but it is also mentioned: pain perception also helps the formation of dreams to a certain extent.

It is now more accepted that the pons, lateral geniculate body, and occipital lobe work together during sleep, trying their best to connect and fabricate some daily materials, interweaving people's memories, fears, wishes, and thoughts.At the same time, the frontal lobe, which is usually used for self-control and decision-making, begins to rest during sleep, which also makes dreams more escaped and sometimes absurd.

However, some people have "lucid dreams" when the frontal lobe is active even when they are asleep, or sometimes it is active (such as half-dream and half-awake, when you know you are dreaming).

As for Uncle Ming's inertial neurasthenia, he had a lot of "lucid dreams" and a lot of them. In the final analysis, it was due to disordered work and rest, all kinds of high-intensity reasoning (broken heart?), and the frontal lobe couldn't rest well at all.

No wonder counting sheep and sheep has to supervise Uncle Ming's sleep, hey...

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【Foreshadowing summary】

Summary of Wu Shuyang's foreshadowing: Chapter 29 "Purgatory Alone Flower", Chapter 30 "Eyes Are Yang", no one should know that Agapanthus counts sheep and sheep 8

Candle Dragon Foreshadowing Summary: Chapter 24 "The Echo of Strings", Chapter 29 "Purgatory Alone Flower"

"Look at the sky and the clouds together": Chapter 45 "Love and Appearance are Slightly Similar", Chapter 78 "Stories Before Bedtime"

"Teaching and Writing": Chapter 45 "Love and Appearance Are Slightly Similar", Chapter 73 "Irish Coffee", Chapter 79 "Nine Brothers"

"Long Summer": Chapter 41 "Gods Fall"

"Co-authored books": It's a matter of becoming a demon, and I'll talk about it later (manual dog head)

Fei Lian is not soy sauce, he still has roles, and of course neither is Cheng Jing's Judgment Pen (I'm going to be a foreshadowing madman)

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So do you understand—that was originally Qingyang, that is, the eyes of Uncle Ming.

PS It's not reborn, but I still don't spoil it

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[Explanation of the first language]

The two sentences at the beginning of the chapter——

"You don't understand his silent, love words": From Chapter 47 of "Gu Xin", the depression and bitterness of counting sheep and sheep at that time, why I restrained it in the end, I guess I can understand

"Just as he does not understand the reason for the endless life": from this chapter, with my bones, your bones are cast; with my blood, your blood is shaped.The immortal god gave him a new body and became the truly eternal king of ghosts

For Qingyang, omnipotent and lonely, he found some meaning of life in the little demon god who passed by.

Looking back at "Bagpipes and Poems" now, I will have different feelings.

At that time, counting sheep and sheep was sweet, but in the final analysis, it was actually mixed.There is a reason for all his restraint and caution, because he lost it inexplicably, and lost control inexplicably, so he cherishes it all the more.

Qingyang never thought that how could Zijue forget him.Even in my opinion, some of his unconscious behaviors are simply forcing others to fall in love with him deeply.

Both of them are: I love more deeply than you think and know.

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【Author's words】

It's another day of a thousand words (sigh

Today's title probably scares a lot of people... In fact, if you think about it carefully, although it is painful, it is actually very romantic, unforgettable romance

I wrote this chapter with a lot of emotions. I changed it and cried repeatedly. It may be because of my God’s perspective. I know everything before and after the relationship. I understand Uncle Ming’s devotional love, and also understand the unforgettable pursuit of counting sheep and sheep. All the inexplicable dragging and entanglement make me sad

If only fate could be kinder to them

if more time

Not much else to say, just send red envelopes for comments, and commemorate their past together

Oh, by the way, don't get me wrong, it's HE, my real mother, just write HE