[Zhongyingmei] She has a very bad temper in Kuaichuan

Cecilia didn't want to entangle him on this issue, she turned to look at the lush green grass, the distant breeze gently brushed away, taking away the fatigue on her body, and she had the illusion of being revived.

This place is great and she loves it.

There is no one here, it is clean and beautiful, there are no buildings, it is natural and quiet, like the last piece of pure land in this chaotic and dirty world, it is a place where she can completely relax.

She never thought that one day, she would have no vigilance at all. She always subconsciously guarded against humans. Out of nature, although from a certain point of view, she could not be killed by a human, but from the essence On the face of it, she is unwilling to believe in human beings.

To her, human beings are low-level creatures. Except for the owners of every parallel world, other human beings, she is not willing to devote more energy to them, so their lives are also considered as important to her. But nothing else, she doesn't need them to live, she just needs the owner to live.

However, in the next world, she admitted that she was touched by Tony a little. She always thought that the strong preyed on the weak, and if a living being was destroyed, it was because he was not strong enough.

Selfishness seems to be a matter of course. She doesn't know the meaning of tolerance, and she doesn't know what salvation is. She hasn't realized what she did wrong, so she won't feel guilty, and she won't atone for it, so she can't truly Understand Tony's state of mind.

However, that man, with a human body, is comparable to a god. He obviously seems to be a person who has no sense of responsibility, but he bears more guilt than others. He always feels that he is not doing enough. He has been tortured. He wants to Protect everyone around him, so he has been tortured, and the person who tortured him is himself.

She saw it in many subsequent battles, and he used his actions to let her know that his sense of responsibility was stronger than anyone else.

Because if the world is destroyed, he will think it is his responsibility, he will think that he did not try his best.

In the previous world, she had a lot of feelings. It was the first time she came into contact with such a firm and great belief, and it was also the first time she understood that there are really people who are willing to give for free.

He is not a god, but he is more respected than a god.

At least, she is not a qualified god, she has never been.

But why can't she be a good angel?

She also wanted to know this question.

Cecilia was sitting in a patch of grass. She picked a thin piece of grass and chewed it slowly in her mouth. She was obviously still very calm, but she felt something was pressing her down and restraining her.

After many years later, she gradually understood that kind of thing, which is called by human beings, responsibility.

She lay down and looked at the boundless sky, blue, clean, and transparent, pure blue.

Blue, is a beautiful symbol, she never had this color.

From the day she was born, she was carrying all the colors of misfortune. God let her see the essence clearly, let her see the past, let her meet the future, but did not teach her restraint.

By the time she learned to restrain herself, she had already been suppressed by the father of gods to suppress her own abilities.

Although she sees her abilities very simply, she doesn't have to use them.

However, not wanting to use it and not being able to use it are two different things.

She hated bondage in her bones, she wanted to be free, so she did not hesitate to betray the father of the gods to gain what she thought was freedom, but now that she thought about it, it was just because she didn't want to take responsibility.

A god who is unwilling to save other beings.

Really don't want to?

She didn't want to delve into it, and she didn't want to find out whether she was wrong. She never understood the meaning of her existence. If she didn't exist to save human beings, what else could she do?

If she exists to save mankind, then if, one day, she no longer has the ability to save mankind, will she lose her own value from then on?

Do humans really need gods to save them?

Humans have their own countries, societies, and mechanisms, and everything works flawlessly. Even if there are some minor flaws, those humans will find their own solutions. Their technology is developing rapidly, and many things can even be done better than gods .

So, do such human beings really need gods to save them?Do they really need an alien species to save them?

Perhaps, more opportunities should be given to human beings, and they will eventually become the most brilliant planet in the Nine Worlds.

After the last world, she was willing to give humans a little trust, to give them the trust of the ancient gods.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, listening to the long and long breeze, passing through the continuous mountains, passing through the clear stream, coming to her, lingering around her, and then passing through her, leaving She is getting further and further away.

Maybe it was too quiet, maybe she was really too relaxed, in such a place, she gradually fell asleep.

She had a dream.

In that dream, everything was blue, there were no fallen angels, every god performed its duties, there was no dispute, no hostility, it was a real paradise.

The boundary between humans and gods no longer exists, it is like a paradise, there are no villains, every human being, every god, they all shine with pure blue light.

Everything is a symbol of beauty, and no one is pink.

She was by the lake, lowered her head slightly, and saw her own color through the reflection of the lake.

She jerked awake, gasped, and then quickly forced herself to calm down.

Looking around hastily, he saw Sherlock sitting on the rock, seemingly thinking about something, with no expression on his face, looking very difficult to get close to.

"Sherlock."

Because of just waking up, her voice was hoarse and deep, and the girl's voice completely disappeared.

"One hour and 32 minutes."

Sherlock didn't even look at her. He sat on the rock and carefully recalled all the clues of the case. He took out each piece of information and repeatedly confirmed the information, and then sorted the information into different categories. Finally, summarize all the information into a truth.

"what?"

God knows why she was talking to Sherlock, she felt that her communication with him was really not smooth, and she needed a human translator to help her translate what the curly-haired man was saying.

But if she did hire such a person, she would find that the interpreter had no idea what the curly-haired man was talking about.

Sherlock briefly explained, "They have an hour and 32 minutes to go."

"So fast?"

"If you knew you slept for four hours, 56 minutes and 32 seconds, you wouldn't think they had a lot of patience to spend on you."

Sherlock always speaks very fast, like a machine gun shooting, and like a machine, cold, without any emotion, official, and abstinent.

In fact, she didn't hear a few words clearly, but she didn't want to humiliate herself, so she decided not to ask him any more questions, after all, he wouldn't give any happy answers.

So, she stretched out her hand, the empty palm slowly began to gather dark blue liquid, and then formed a plane.

She can see his original fate trajectory, and he can also see his current fate trajectory.

She had little interest in his original trajectory, so the plane automatically started to show Sherlock's and hers intersecting.

It was a scene from the future.

In the picture, Cecilia stood in front of Sherlock, and a bullet entered her brain.

Although Cecilia is an ancient god, her body can heal itself, and any wound will not work for her, but the memory in her brain will not heal. The bullet cannot kill her, but it can destroy her memory .

How precious a person's memory is, however, memory, and Sherlock's life, she chose the latter.

The first picture Chessia didn't expect to see was that she lost her memory because of Sherlock.

It's not that she hasn't lost her memory. She sent the butterfly carrying the killing power into her brain because she traveled in the parallel world and endured the pain of getting it and then losing it.

She never forgot, the feeling of near-death wandering in her body, the pain that hit the soul directly, like an endless road that will never end.

She will no longer send butterflies into her brain for the sake of memory, and besides because she wants to truly grow, she also doesn't want to experience what it feels like to die.

Cecilia glanced at Sherlock's figure, thin, but his back was straight, and his eyes were sharp and firm.

"Sherlock." She asked seriously, with undisguised confusion in her eyes, "What is the meaning of human existence?"

Not just humans, but gods as well.

What is the purpose of human existence?What do gods exist for?What would the world be like if there were no humans, or, if there were no gods?What will this universe become?

Does she really need to exist?

If so, does it exist as a fallen angel, or as an angel?

She has never figured this out until now.

Sherlock stopped his original thinking, he finally looked at her, and took her expression into his eyes. After a short thought, he said, "The meaning of our existence is given by the environment and the people around us. Society is a society. As a whole, we are just an individual component of society, just like a human cell, everything in the world is made up of the tiniest things, and only through mutual influence can the value of its existence be reflected.”

Cecilia froze for a second.

It turns out that the existence value of any thing depends on the impact it can cause.

However, what does a human being have to do so that he must exist for others?

What step does a god have to achieve, is he what human beings need?Is it necessary to save humanity?

Criminals achieve the value of the police, criminals also have his existence value, and evil also needs to exist. Without evil, justice becomes the norm, not justice.

Then, no matter what she looks like, no matter what she does, in this intersecting and complicated timeline, when she flaps her wings, the butterfly effect will tell her that the value of her existence has never disappeared.

As if some kind of restraint suddenly disappeared, the suppressed divine power on her body suddenly poured into her body, too much divine power was injected into her body at once, her body could not bear such a powerful divine power, and the muscles were tearing at each other , something crazily crashed in her body, that kind of flame-like heat burned in her blood.

She bit her lower lip tightly, sweat dripped from her forehead, she blinked and found that her eyelashes were wet with sweat.

The lower lip was almost bitten off, and the intense burning sensation still hadn't disappeared, and her consciousness had somewhat dissipated.