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--chaos--

Before chaos, there is no room. At the beginning of chaos, Taihe sent his way.

It's too easy to be slim. The vitality is not visible, but it is too early.

The vitality begins, and the second is too early. The beginning of Xingqi is too primitive.

Qi is qualitative, complex Tai Chi.

This passage describes the transition from the early stage of chaos to the end of the stage of chaos, and the next step is to open up the earth.

It should have been this way.

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"She" woke up.

Before she had time to think about "Who am I?" "Where did I come from?" "Where should I go?" Her thoughts were completely filled with "I don't want to die!"

Death death death death death

Death death blank death death

Death death death death death

She could feel that she was struggling in the middle of a vortex composed entirely of dark "death", as if she was about to be drawn into the bottomless abyss with great suction.

No, it should be said that it was because of her appearance that those dark ominous things suddenly turned up and formed a vortex.

The strong "I don't want to die" obsession makes the vortex of death around a little slower, but that makes no sense.

If she can't think of any countermeasures, it will eventually become part of them and it will be the only ending, perhaps, in the next moment.

But even though she knew she should think of a way to get rid of the whirlpool at this time, her thoughts extended involuntarily along the initial thought "I don't want to die".

--"who am I?

It can be said that it is quite risky to think about your identity at this time. If you ca n’t think of it, you may not count it. Even if you successfully think of who you are, it is not known whether the ability you mastered will help the situation today.

According to common sense, "because your own skills are invalid, it will lead to a desperate situation at this time." This may be even greater.

If she was given enough time to think, maybe she would not make this decision, but at this time she could only get this potentially useful answer intuitively.

She regretted the moment when her thoughts spread. If the "she" is now a vast sea, the answer to "who is" is like a flat boat on the sea. It may be larger than the needle in the haystack, but Not much to go.

However, she wants to have the emotion of "regret", at least to wait for the end of the thinking process of "Who Am I", and if this consideration has not achieved any results, she probably has no chance to generate a third kind of thought.

Even though the logic of "didn't find the answer will die" was too late for her judgment, she still used all her strength to "find herself" this time-although she didn't know what her "full strength" included at all.

"I'm……"

Under enough pressure, "she" finally found the small boat struggling in the rough seas, and her name was dancing with the broken sail.

However, what she found was just a name. What skills did she have? Why does it appear here? The boat that was almost toppled could not answer at all.

No, it is not "overturn", but "fusion", she will be one with the past, regardless of each other.

Can a sea merge with a small boat, but will there be anything left besides the calm sea? Will the sea deliberately remember a boat that had sunk somewhere?

At this moment, she realized that she wouldn't "dead" in fact. Those [death] before engulfing her, the past self and the present self will be integrated, even if there is no evidence, she can conclude, The self after "fusion" will never be affected by the "vortex of death".

However, this kind of enlightenment cannot form tangible thoughts at all, because at this time "she" is doing an action that has been set in advance when thinking about "who am I"-synchronously speaking her name.

If you do n’t think about it, you will get stuck halfway and bear some unknown, probably very bad consequences.

Fortunately, she succeeded.

"I am-[Luo Shen]!"

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"Luo Shen" opened his eyes.

Death death death death death

"Huh ..." She closed her eyes again, shook her head, and then opened it again, finding that nothing had improved.

No matter which direction you look in, the field of vision is full of endless [death], they overlap, and pass the words, images, objects, events that symbolize death to everyone who sees them.

These "deaths" did not wrap themselves up in a vortex as she had previously sensed, and were ready to be swallowed and assimilated. They were not too fast, nor did they flow around very slowly. They only circumvented slightly when approaching "Luo Shen" , And kept at least about one arm away from her.

The Luoshen's feet are naturally also "death", but they are flat and flat. It seems to be the product of smashing the "death" flying in the air, and it feels quite flat and hard when stepped on.

"Luo Shen" tentatively walked a few steps, and then noticed that the "death" in the front was away, and the "death" in the rear was approaching, always keeping a distance of about one arm from her, making her feel like walking in a strange way. In the strange fog.

"Chaos ...?" Luo Shen whispered to herself. She found her voice quite young, but she was hoarse because she just shouted "I am Luo Shen".

What are they covering, or are they? "Luo Shen" withdrew his eyes and began to check his status.

Her own figure looked like a young girl, wearing a dark red bottom, light soft leather armor with gold rims, black leather boots and dark red stockings under her feet, and elbow gloves on her hands. One of the shoulders wears hard armored shoulders, the hair is not long, and a pair of Baotou heads are tied behind the head, but the color cannot be judged by touch alone.

Raising his hand and throwing it in the foot, the movement is very natural, and there is no sense of incompatibility in height and weight, which proves that this is indeed her own, "Luo Shen" body.

"..." It seems that everything is normal, but this is the biggest anomaly.

For example, the origin and name of all the equipment, the names of colors and styles, and certain words used in checking herself, she can easily understand and use them, but if you think about their origins, it will be as if you were looking for it. My name is generally in a daze state of "a needle in a haystack".

If you want to continue to be more true, find a needle in a haystack? What is the sea? What is a needle?

what is what"? What is "yes"?

If you continue to drill the tip of the horn, "Luo Shen" decisively decided to give up thinking in this regard, including the newly born, "What does it mean to drill the tip of the horn?"

She determined that the original herself should be strong enough and experienced, and to explore this world full of weird [death], just follow her heart.

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Since [death] is everywhere, Luoshen randomly chose a direction and did not deliberately keep a straight line to start advancing.

She was convinced that when she first had consciousness, the feeling of being dragged into the vortex was not false. If she did not find her "name" at that time, she might become as muddy as these [deaths], drifting freely, and strangling any Not something of them.

Although it is very safe to wait in place, it is not helpful to find who is "self". If you just hold the name "Luo Shen", those [death] will most likely find yourself again after a while. At that time, he was very poor.

Um ... did you think about something you do n’t know? Anyway.

"Luo Shen" spread his hands, then turned his finger twice.

"what?"

For the time being, I will not mention what the action of "showing hands" represents, but this movement of turning my fingers shows a new concept, that is, "weapon".

It should be a piece, no, a pair of small and light weapons can rotate and flip at the fingertips, so that this habit of expressing helplessness and carelessness will be formed.

If it is a weapon, maybe you often fight yourself? Well, this kind of explanation makes sense. After all, a considerable part of these flying [deaths] express the death by fighting, could it be that they are secretly calculated-

Snapped! Wow! "Hey--"

Because the "earth" composed of "death" is too flat, the "Luo Shen" 's footsteps are quite brisk, so when Daduo [death] appeared, she kicked up without reacting.

This Tuo [death] was quite loose, and it went away with a kick, but still stumbled on "Luo Shen"-but she landed on the ground steadily with a wonderful balancing act.

This proves from the side that my skill is really good ... eh?

Before boasting, "Luo Shen" found something different under his feet.

After watching [Death] for a long time, this ordinary thing seems to radiate a dazzling light in the eyes of Luo Luo.

"Is this ... a pick?"

This is a pickaxe, or pickaxe, made of wood. The craftsmanship is quite delicate and beautiful, as if it were from a top carpenter, but its handle has been disconnected from the middle and cannot be used.

"Is there someone near me?" Luo Shen was really shocked this time: "In this case, it is not the world that is the problem but my eye is the problem? What kind of world is this?"

Mu Hao will naturally not answer her, and Luo Shen also found a new goal after abandoning a large number of new words and sentences that he suddenly appeared.

"Take this as the center, and search for people around you in a spiral, at least to figure out where this is," she said to herself: "It's a pity that this pick pick is not useful, if it's convenient, I hope to be able to Use it to build a weapon or something ... uh. "

Without waiting for "Luo Shen" to finish talking, he saw that it was divided into two halves, which was obviously a wooden pickaxe "melted", and then flowed and deformed like a real liquid, and finally formed a pair of equally beautiful wooden daggers.

"... I'm sure this is no ordinary world anymore," "Luo Shen" said in a daze. "In addition, the farmer who just abandoned it is probably a fool."

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