Traveling is to conquer the world

"Have you clearly marked the space-time seat required for teleportation? Don't forget it wrong. If you enter any number wrong, you will be involved in the impulse and torn to pieces... Hey, how about letting me open the time-space gate later?" ? I don’t feel at ease no matter how I entrust my wealth and life to you..."

On the small yacht sailing towards Meteor Street, Rocky was chattering like an old lady, and after cutting out the nonsense and wringing out the water, the central idea was summarized: he wants to play the time-space gate!

"Shut up, if you have a bad record, don't touch it again." Antinomie refused coldly, "If you don't want to be dragged down by the black history, chop off your account and retrain and make eggs again."

The eggs flying around the boy immediately fell down upon hearing this, and expressed strong condemnation and solemn protest against Antinomie's ruthless and unreasonable behavior. Seeing that the other party still had no intention of letting go, they frowned The chrysanthemum face complained: "It's fine if you don't touch the time-space gate for me, why do you still have to choose such a primitive means of transportation, it's so low, is there any reason..."

"Want to be high-end and foreign? If you take me to teleport there, it will naturally be upscale."

"Hey, last time I took you out of the ruins, I have spent all the energy I have saved for so long. If you don't appreciate it, forget it and deliberately make things difficult for me. Why did I suffer so much for your betrayal? Hanbaiyanwolf, cabbage, ground yellow..."

"Shut up, you can only talk nonsense other than making trouble, what use is it for you."

"...You are so rich that you are so right with me! You said you will love me all your life, and you will love me all your life. Sure enough, the love words of old men are all lies QAQ! Because of love~ how can there be sadness, so everything is abused trauma~ Because of love, how can there be vicissitudes, so you old monster still looks like a water spirit..."

"I really don't know when you had the illusion of being in love. The medicine can't be stopped, so don't give up the treatment easily."

"I've noticed that you're getting more and more aggressive about your complaints. Sure enough, nobility and glamor are deceiving people. You're actually a bitch who loves to complain! ((‵ ′))"

"Oh, that's because, if I don't use words to vent my negative emotions, I'm worried that I won't be able to restrain the urge to smash you into an egg pancake."

"You really don't love me anymore! I want to break up with you! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻"

"I was wrong, I even had the illusion that you can produce curative effects just by taking medicine..."

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Amidst the noise of the two (?), the small yacht, which looks unattractive on the outside but is actually equipped with high-end positioning devices and powerful power, gradually approached the range of Meteor Street.

It is very simple to judge whether you are close to Meteor Street. You can easily judge the distance from Meteor Street according to the density of garbage floating on the nearby sea.When the garbage floating on the water is so crowded that the yacht can’t move forward, don’t doubt it, Meteor Street is here.

There are no defensive measures on the periphery of Meteor Street, as if there is no concern about the intrusion of outsiders or the escape of people from Meteor Street.In fact, there is really nothing to worry about. The industrial chemical waste dumped in the sea area near Meteor Street has already polluted the place into a dead zone. The intense radiation even dare not stay for a long time, let alone ordinary people.

When Antinomie left last time, he still looked like an immature boy with bodyguards. Now that he set foot on Meteor Street again, he has already returned to his original appearance.The Gate of Heaven, which was once inseparable, has become parts and lies quietly in the collection rooms of many rich people, but Loki, who is sleeping in the watch, wakes up and comes here with him.

The change of things and people made Antinomie feel a little bit more embarrassed.It's just that under the urging of Rocky, a small expert in destroying the atmosphere, he has no chance to lament that time is like water and everything is impermanent.

Antinomie's memory is very good. Even after being away for so long, he was still able to find his former residence with ease. Before that, Loki was worried that he had misremembered the space-time coordinates, and he was completely worrying about it.

Before he pushed open the door of the tin hut, he had already noticed that there was no one in the house. Fortunately, from the traces of use of the tables and chairs, there were still people living here, so Antinomie was not in a hurry to find it. Which Kuroro, instead, he found the chair he used to sit on and sat down.

He hadn't waited an hour before Loki started complaining that he was wasting his time and it was pointless.After glancing at the other party coolly to indicate that the matter was not discussed, Antinomie ignored the eggs jumping up and down, and forcibly blocked the annoying noise source in his brain.

"Hey, little Nuomi, don't you think you're a bit special to Kuroro! I'm such a chicken belly!"

special?Antinomie felt that this waiting was not worth it at all.But if he had to say it, Kuroro still left a little touch in his heart.Because of his preference, he has always seldom paid attention to places full of darkness and negative energy like Meteor Street, so Kuroro is probably the first person in the dark that he knew deeply, and he was born in Meteor Street but was not completely infected. Black special case.

This is not to say how kind or beautiful Kuroro is, but to prove that his dark side is not enough to overwhelm the shining point.He is not a pure white lotus that emerges from the mud without staining, but a black tulip that blends with the darkness and blooms its own dark beauty wantonly.Black, which is avoided by others, is another extraordinary charm in Kuroro.

Antinomy seldom judges a person's life, because in his opinion, a person's fate should not be determined by gods.There is no need for blessings or curses, it is enough to just quietly watch their various lives and learn something from them.

But Kuroro has become a rare exception.The deeper she got to know him, the more Antinomie couldn't help but wonder what the future would be like for such a person.

Tenacious and tenacious, calm and persistent, sneer at the injustice of fate, and firmly believe that he can change it, and everything he needs can be taken back with his hands... When the still immature Kuroro has full wings, what will happen? What kind of future is there?

For a god with the ability to predict, such a guess is a blessing.Antinomie guessed Kuroro's future after he grew up, and in another sense, he also cut off the possibility of him being "unable to grow". Maybe he will experience setbacks and trials while growing up, but he will not suffer because of this. And die young, because God is looking forward to the future after he grows up, and the world will naturally expand in the direction God expects.

Thinking about it this way, maybe Antinomie is really special to Kuroro.

The boy in the house waited until it was dusk.When Antinomie was taken in by Kuroro, it was rare for Kuroro not to come back so late.Antinomie couldn't tell whether this was Kuroro's original work and rest habits or a change after he left, so he could only continue to wait.

When the dark sky was getting darker, the black-haired boy who had grown a lot taller finally pushed open the wooden door of the hut.With the help of the setting sun, Kuroro, who was instantly vigilant because there were people in the house, finally saw the appearance of the person who invaded his territory, and the look of surprise on his face was even worse.

Kuroro was startled by the fact that he didn't realize that there was someone in the room before he opened the door, and the astonishment was further fueled by the astonishing resemblance between the person in the room and the blue-haired boy in his memory.Just when Kuroro was silently thinking about whether there would be a coincidence in the world that they looked the same age but were completely different, the people in the room spoke in a voice he was very familiar with.

——That was the voice that dictated countless stories and legends to him, and debated with him about the existence of gods.

"I once promised to bring the proof of the existence of God to you." The boy with different color pupils slowly raised his head, and looked at Kuroro with eyes of different colors, "Now, I have fulfilled my promise .”