[Douluo] Tang Yuke can't laugh

"It seems that you have been taciturn since you came back." It seems that he has developed a strong interest in the trivial matter of knocking on Baiyun. Wuchang has been knocking on the counter with a pipe all day long. The adventurers looked worriedly at the clouds that gradually covered the entire ceiling and were getting darker and darker, and began to subconsciously hold up their jobs in case a thunderbolt rained from the sky at any time.

"..." The movement of wiping the table with his hands stopped, and he tried to open his mouth to say something, but in the end he only pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

Tang Yuke was wondering and confused, and this matter hadn't happened to her for a long time.

It seems that since she was beaten directly from Qionghua a long time ago, she has been lying at the bottom of the cliff for three days and three nights, completely thinking about letting herself go, and she has never been like this again.

Hmm... It's not incomprehensible that she doesn't remember the fact that she once knew and had a good relationship with this person!

The open-minded Title Douluo was thinking with a delicate mood like this.

...Anyway, it's not the first time (whispering).

After all... No matter how you say it, I can be considered a 30-year-old elder... Hahaha... It's really subtle to think about it this way... It turns out that I am so old hahaha...

What a ghost!Why do you want to admit that you are an old woman, you will definitely lose something very important!Gan!

30 million years.

In her heart, the girl named Qi Ke, who was still nagging and remembering her original name, hugged herself tightly.

What is the concept of 30 years?It took only 10,000+ years for human beings to change from being ignorant creatures to boldly infringing on the domain of Gods, which is too long a time.

And Tang Yuke, no, it should be said that this extremely old soul has spent these 30 years as a human being.

Should...how should I put it?

Let's just use a metaphor like this.

30 years is enough to wipe out a long-lived species, it is also enough to carve an indelible mark in the heart of an immortal god, and it is enough to make a lifeless world create the first life called a miracle.

And human beings, what are they?

Human beings are ephemeral.

A short hundred years is a human lifetime.

So in this way, human beings who lament their short life, every minute and every second, in their eyes, are alive.

Because it is short, so no matter whether you live your life as a drunken dream or work hard, it is a wonderful thing that the long-lived species who are too idle to treat time as non-burnable garbage cannot understand.

So everyone's life is actually an epic epic.

The reason why people can create miracles, people can make the eyeballs of the long-lived species fall out of shock, is also because it is short-lived, so it is so dazzling.

So, if this time, after more than 3000 restarts?

Tang Yuke is human.

Because of realizing the limitations of other races for humans, because of understanding the insignificance and greatness of human beings, and because of the most exciting world in the eyes of human beings, even if there are countless opportunities to touch a higher realm, you can become a fairy, you can Become a god, you can become a demon, you can get a gift called a long life, you can stop wandering back and forth between time and space, countless times, you can open that door with a light touch.

She just opened it up.

After seeing the boring, monotonous, and even silent scene in the door like a pool of stagnant water.

She slammed the door again blankly.

Hahaha, there are probably countless descendants who will stare at the fingerprint on the doorknob and think: This is so fucking sick!

Well, it's just such a wonderful thing, a wonderful thing that firmly believes that he is a human being.

However, human memory is limited.

After experiencing many worlds, she realized—no, it should be her who realized it.

they are different.

From a scientific point of view, human memory is determined by brain capacity, but the simple and crude scientific side is generally too arrogant, always jumping to conclusions before they understand it, and finally slapping their mouths, which is also true. It's no wonder that among the restraining forces he has seen in so many lifetimes, few of them know how to be detached from the scientific side.

And from the moment the soul becomes a recorder, it is doomed that he will not drink Mengpo soup in his reincarnation.

Ta's memory is actually recorded in his soul.

Therefore, with the migration of the soul, ta's memory also survived and came to a new life.

However, ta who is stubborn in front of human beings, although it can be said that because of the strengthening of the soul in each life, he will not turn into a wild soul like a fool he saw a long time ago, but ta who has not sublimated his soul essence... After all, for Memory, as high as it is said, is actually a little bit stronger than human beings.

When you can't record more memories——you will forget.

As mentioned earlier, a person's life is very exciting.

So, what about Sanqianshi?

This might be an interesting proposition.

In 30 years, he has become a young man in his prime, and he has also become a sentimental and pretty girl. He has conquered the frontier of thousands of miles of yellow sand, and also set foot in the beautiful scenery of Yanliu and ten capitals. Countless pictures, countless emotions, Countless dialogues, countless memories.

However, when countless overly gorgeous bricks are piled up, it collapses in a meaningless embarrassment.

The first thing I realized was the loss of some scattered fragments, and then I realized that it was the disappearance of such ordinary daily life, and the last thing was those unforgettable emotions.

Otherwise... How can I say that time is the best medicine for wounds...

The only thing ta can do is to keep as much as possible those unforgettable, long and peaceful, gentle and tragic, decisive and heroic, mixed with vague and murmuring broken words.

The saddest of all.

Sometimes, even the words are out of reach.

The "love" that I tried my best to write down has even materialized into a concept, a shackle, and it is firmly entrenched in my heart, and has never been crossed out.

It's just, love or something... remember love, but can't remember who he is... It's too sad and ridiculous.

Tang Yuke, ta, Qi Ke... No, it's just a wandering traveler who knows exactly what price he paid to be able to remember the original emotion.

As the price of remembering, all that is inherited is the despair of not being able to remember exactly why.

Despair is a carving knife, "love" is a work, and the scrap that is carved is what is called joy.

True joy is pure and smiles from within.

That's not something called pleasure that can oscillate indefinitely between good and evil.

Lost, the ability to feel joy.

So, no more laughing.

In fact, except for this time, he has never done this kind of "young hot-headed" stupid thing again. (mocking himself)

Well, so I generally only remember some of the more important parts of the titled Douluo Tang Yuke. I have had friends come to me many times. I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I can’t remember which experience was the last violent beating. I seem to know him like this. I have a good relationship with him but I have no impression of him at all... It's really normal.

30 years of experience will always make me feel familiar with someone or something, or I will be blinded by my old friends who have no sense of familiarity-but at the same time of familiarity...why do I have such a feeling for that child? A feeling of heart palpitations?

Such heart palpitations...

Tang Yuke was at a loss right now, who exactly was Tang San?

I must... have lost some important memory or mistake in a corner of my soul and left it ashes...

If you want to find out...it should be a good idea to ask Ah Mo for help...

"Hey, Ah Mo, do you have... a way for me to look through my memory?" She asked Wuchang like this.

If she could store her memories in a book, she could find the source of the episodes that intersected with him... maybe remember him.

... The bored Wuchang stopped knocking on his pipe and stared at her.

"Yes." Said this sentence after a while.

"But you can't afford the price." Alchemists are most afraid of overreaching.

"You know, equal exchange." That's the first rule.

"And this request has already violated other fields—the corresponding price is extremely huge."

"The realm you haven't reached yet." Wuchang said this, with a blank face, "try hard, at least pray that you can remember it without relying on external objects—and don't regret it."

After finishing speaking, seeing the speechless Tang Yuke shaking her head and turning around to sweep the floor again, Wuchang raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and burst into a gentle smile that was not noticed.

In fact, I still have a lot to say.

Wuchang opened today's newspaper casually.

But there is no need.

The thing called destiny has already given blessings.

You will live happily ever after.

The author has something to say:

Why did you lose it... Thinking about life... Could it be because I have been obsessed with cultivating immortals recently? ? ?

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