My protagonist attributes have been discovered

In the gradually brightening sky, the silver dragon traveled to many places...

Cities, seas, hills, woodlands, lakes...

In the end, the silver dragon passed through the invisible barrier of the human world, and entered the deepest and deepest abyss of the underworld along the seemingly broad and narrow dark river... the dark place where the ancient gods rest forever. Any mountain in the human world would have a boundless body curled up with invisible ripples, protecting its own treasures in its arms, with its eyelids drooping and covered with pitch-black eyes——

"—Are you going to sleep?" The invisible voice around him suddenly asked him.

Yinlong's eyelids were half drooping: "Yes."

"I don't want you to fall asleep." The darkness gathered into a tangible body - the only god of the underworld sat with his knees folded next to his half-closed black eyes, as small as a human being.

"This world doesn't need me anymore." The silver dragon's dark eyes looked at his human-like eyes, and his faint voice scattered in the boundless emptiness.

The new god gazed into his huge, lightless eyes and whispered, "You don't need this world anymore."

He didn't answer, and closed his huge eyes...

"..." The new god looked at His closed eyes, turned his head to look at the empty darkness ahead, hugged his knees tightly, and asked, "What is love?"

"can not say it clearly."

"Do you love him?"

"do not know."

He turned his head to look at those closed eyes: "Then does he love you?"

"Maybe."

"Why don't you know anything?" He tilted his head and asked, but before he got an answer, he turned around and asked, "Or you don't want to know anything anymore?"

"..."

"You didn't answer." He hugged his knees, and said in a flat tone, "It's like the way of heaven."

"..."

"Are you asleep already?"

"No."

"How long are you going to sleep for?"

"long time."

"Can you dream?"

"meeting."

"Will you dream of me?"

"possible."

"Would you dream of him?"

"will not."

"..." He turned his head away, and looked at the closed eyes with black eyes similar to human beings: "You can create another one of him in your dream."

"That's not him."

"...I'm sorry." He said in a low voice.

"..." Yinlong slowly opened his dark eyes halfway, and said softly, "This is his choice."

"..." Xuan Wei was silent for a while, and then started another topic: "What is the last one he left behind?"

"Keychain."

"...Can you show me?" Xuanwei looked at him with dark eyes, and said, "We should be born together."

"..."

The silver dragon extended its five-fingered scales from its abdomen, and the ancient key chain belonging to the human world lying in the dragon's claws was as small and insignificant as a grain of fine sand lying on an endless silver-white beach—but it was it, becoming The only treasure treasured by the Dragon God under his confidant.

The invisible force dragged the small fragments to the palm of the Lord of the Underworld... The moment the "skin" touched the cold metal...

——! ! !

"This is...?!!!" Xuanwei suddenly opened his eyes in shock and looked at the "little thing" in his palm——

***

an hour ago -

drop - da -

The cold moisture soaked into the eyes, and the eyelids "sensed" the light trembled... On the wide and endless dark river, the human youth opened his eyes——

"Are you awake?" The humanoid male squatting beside him looked at him with a smile.

"...!!!" Startled by the upside-down and enlarged eyes of the unfamiliar face, Song Yangle, whose black pupils shrank suddenly, lay in the same place and forcibly remained calm: "I'm awake...Is there something wrong?"

"Don't you ask me who I am?"

"..." Song Yangle looked at the other party's curved eyes similar to his own, paused, and mechanically asked, "Who are you?"

The man just laughed: "I am Houtu."

"...!" Although Xin had expected it, Song Yangle turned over and sat up and stared at Him: "You said you were a descendant?! What evidence do you have?!"

The man who called himself "Houtu" smiled: "You didn't see me until you died. Isn't this the biggest proof?"

Song Yangle looked at His face and frowned: "But you..."

The man smiled and said, "Doesn't it look like you and Xuanwei?"

"……Um."

"Of course not." The man stood up, looked at him with a smile, and said slowly, "'Heavenly Father, Earthly Mother'...have you never heard of this phrase? Since you are a new god in this world, you should naturally follow this rule."

Song Yangle also stood up and stood facing him, frowning: "Yinglong, I come purely from heaven."

"As a spirit body, you are, but your body hair and skin are not." The man looked at him with a smile: "Your body and Xuanwei's body are the same as the one prescribed by heaven, so naturally they are exactly the same."

"..." After working on Dao for a long time, he is still a "father" who is not distracted by mass production. No wonder Xuanwei thinks that he "regards life and cares about it".

"But the real Houtu has been reincarnated for thousands of years, and another part of the power is still with Xuanwei... You can't be the real Houtu." Song Yangle looked at him suspiciously: "Who are you?!"

"...Why don't you think that you saw the disappearing 'me' because you were already dead?" The man raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to look at the bottomless river around him and the Kongming lanterns covering the sky above his head, and smiled: "Here It is the place where the living forget the river and the dead rest forever, it is normal for 'I' to be here, isn't it?"

"If you say that there are people in other worlds who forget the river, and time goes back... I believe it," Song Yangle looked at him calmly: "But the laws of this world are supervised by Heavenly Dao and Yinglong, and the 'death' of a god It is equivalent to feeding back all my strength back to the way of heaven and allowing it to be shaped. Since I am still standing here, it is impossible for the real Houtu to return."

"...Oh, you are really smart." The man smiled and rolled his eyes: "It is much stronger than when he was alive."

"...'His'?" Song Yangle looked at him with two words across his mind: "Who is it?"

"Who is it, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

The man smiled, turned his back to him and walked forward, his voice echoed on the dark river that seemed wide and narrow:

"We're running out of time...you shouldn't be asking pointless questions."

"...So who are you?" Song Yangle chased after him.

"If I have to describe it," the man walking in front didn't hide anymore, and said in a calm manner, "I should be the soul of Houtu who separated you, your enchantment, your dog, and you who have been scattered over the past few years. The lost blood... the memory of Houtu afterward—if you are normal, I should have been your 'inherited memory' as a god."

"inherited……?"

"It's like the gene you human beings say—if you do it consciously, a god like Houtu can extract all his experiences and experiences during his lifetime to form an energy system, but he doesn't. When he created reincarnation, it was originally I wanted to turn the whole body into reincarnation, but it was a pity that I had just experienced the battle of the ancients at that time, and this world was still very repulsive to the breath of the gods, so something went wrong, the body and the gods were separated, Xuanwei and you became 'twins', And I, as an inherited memory, happened to fall into this part of your spiritual power."

"...So reincarnation made a mistake from the very beginning. The five emperors are not trying to make up for the way of heaven, but to make up for reincarnation?" Song Yangle frowned: "I guessed wrong? Why didn't Boss Ying refute me?"

"..." The man stopped, and turned his head to look at him with a half-smile, "Your focus is very strange."

Song Yangle was modest on the surface: "Thank you."

"He likes you," the man chuckled, then turned around and continued walking, "Of course I can't bear to refute you."

"Boss Ying is not such an unprincipled god." Song Yangle solemnly defended the hard-hearted God in his heart: "I don't know how many times he refuted it before..."

The man was impatient: "That is to see that you are dying, so it is not easy to interrupt you."

"..." Well, he accepted this reason.Song Yangle shut up.

"Why don't you keep asking?"

"...I see that you don't seem to want to answer my question."

"I just don't want to answer your erotic things and meaningless questions." The man glanced at him: "Of course, if you must, I can also talk to you about the reincarnation of Houtu wife..."

"——No, no, thank you." Song Yangle quickly raised his hand to refuse, and said solemnly: "It's getting late, let's talk about more serious business!"

"Hmph." The man whose memory was passed down from the back of the straight man snorted and walked forward: "So you don't have anything else you want to ask me?"

"You just said that you and I have been independent of each other for so many years but are almost one...cough," Song Yangle, who used the word "almost one", shivered almost at the same time as the straight man in front of him, and he hurried through This sentence said: "Then why is it me who controls the body instead of you-you are better than me, aren't you?"

"The strength of life is not discussed in this way." The man stopped and looked at him, and smiled: "You should know this better than anyone else, and you have already guessed the truth?"

"..." Song Yangle looked at his similar but different brown eyes, paused, and said his guess: "So, the so-called inherited memory is like a computer hard drive, you can only stuff things into it, but you can only put things in it. The operation of the whole system still needs the assistance of emotional software?"

The man laughed, turned around and walked again: "The knowledge of the new life is very interesting and very vivid."

Song Yangle followed: "But you don't seem to have no emotions?"

"Of course I have. It's just that compared to you and Xuanwei, there are very few."

"...Can't memory and emotion be converted into each other?"

"In the heavens, it's okay to have other gods who can control reincarnation." The man said slowly: "But this world is not enough. Except for the way of heaven, even Xuanwei can't do it—at least not for you and me—and your humans The body can't bear the switch."

"...It sounds like I always made wrong decisions in the past." Song Yangle looked at the hazy white light that appeared in front of him, and smiled softly.

"It seems to be true." The man smiled at him with his hands behind his back: "And you have bought bills for many years for these mistakes."

"...Your wording is very fashionable."

"Thank you." The man smiled: "After all, although I can't schedule, I am a 'hard disk' that can remember."

"..."

"You don't seem to have any questions to ask?"

"...Actually, there's another one." Song Yangle slowed down and met the man's turned gray eyes with the white light in front of him: "Why did they decide to close this world?"

"... Then you're asking the wrong 'person'." The man laughed: "I'm only recording their every move and thought of their interests when they were alive, but for what reason did they make the decision— —That should be asking yourself.”

His gray eyes bent to look at him, and smiled: "Why did you decide to rush to Hexu?"

"..."

——Looking at those gray eyes, at that moment, in a completely undisturbed situation, the "brain" flashed across unfamiliar or familiar faces without thinking... Song Yangle also laughed, black eyes There is a light in it.

The man smiled: "It seems that you have got an answer that I will never understand."

"Who knows." Song Yangle shrugged, and stepped towards the white light: "Maybe in your next life you can..."

——He didn't have time to say a complete sentence in the future, and the whole "person" was pushed back into the darkness that lit Kong Ming...! ! !

And the man fell into the white light that shrank so rapidly that he couldn't touch it no matter what he did...

The falling gray eyes looked at his horrified pupils, and they were deeply bent... The hearty laughter sounded farther and farther: "At that time, He was always thinking about the future of this world... "

"A new world, new creatures, peace and hope..."

"You are a creature of the new world... He will be very happy if you survive..."

"His power has brought disaster to you...I will take it away..."

"From now on..."

That point of gray in the white smiles... In a trance, the star of white light overlaps with countless pairs of eyes of different colors, which seem to be the same...

"You are a real ordinary human... the protagonist."

In an instant, the Kongming lanterns in the sky in the endless darkness illuminated a pair of dark eyes on the deep blue...

***

"——It's the familiar soul wave!"

Sensing the strangeness on the keychain, Xuanwei raised his head abruptly and met Ying Long who also opened his eyes completely: "I remember that I didn't inherit my father's inheritance memory when I was born, so I don't know how to subdivide the soul. ..."

"..." Yinlong raised his body and looked down at him with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Is there a way?"

"If my guess is correct, and the memories, emotions, etc. inside are complete," Mingshen, who has gradually integrated into the inherited memory, said, "Of course!"

"how long it takes?"

The brilliance in Taohua's eyes flowed, Xuanwei hooked the corner of his mouth, and vowed: "Give me half a year!"

The silver dragon's dark eyes lit up brightly:

"……it is good."