Tomb Raider: At the beginning, you can arrest spirits and dispatch generals

The moment the man appeared just now, Tiandao saw the origin of this man, and the dusty memory was also opened.

He was born many years ago.

There are no parents, no relatives and friends around, and there is nothingness.

Someone told him, I keep you alive, and you help me create the world.

Later, after he had an epiphany, he lost his memory.

He only vaguely remembered that a story would happen in this world, and a person would appear.

Now, he remembered it all.

Ye Ling was confused, but he didn't dare to speak too much.

In front of the man who appeared just now, he had no power to fight back.

He faintly felt that whether it was himself or the world, even everything he created belonged to that man.

He has always disliked this feeling.

However, now, he can't help it.

Immediately afterwards, the man's voice came, "Come out with me, it won't take you long."

Ye Ling had to agree if he didn't agree.

So, he relaxed his body, allowing a mysterious and mysterious force to take him away.

Tiandao, who stayed where he was, heard the man's order, "Tiandao, you have achieved success in cultivating the Tao, and you will assist Ye Ling in the future. Don't have any dissenting intentions, otherwise, I will easily erase you."

"Yes, the Creator." Tiandao fell to the ground devoutly.

Soon, Ye Ling opened his eyes.

The place where it is located is a single room with only one separate toilet.

The curtains were only slightly opened, and everything looked very dark.

In addition, there are two computers, one desktop, the lid has been opened, I don't know how many years it has been used.

A notebook, the kind with very low configuration, the T keycaps on the keyboard don't know where to go.

Probably because there are too many softwares open, the fan of the notebook is rattling, and after a closer look, only one webpage and one document have been opened.

It was the desktop computer that was louder, because a big fan was blowing outside.

Behind is a bed, very neat, with a black face and white stripes, a typical man's bed.

The man who spoke just now was sitting on a peeled swivel chair.

He was looking Ye Ling up and down, "Well, not bad, not too different from my description."

Ye Ling trembled at this moment, because when he saw the content on the webpage in the notebook, he already understood everything.

It turned out that all of this was written by this man, including himself!

The man stretched out his hand, "Hello, Ye Ling, my name is Xiaojin, and I eat guava as my net name, but you have to remember, I'm not me eating tomatoes!"

"You can't say that, I'll blush."

Then, the man took out a pack of cigarettes, and it seemed that there were only three or four cigarettes left. After looking at it, he dug out the previous chapters on the computer and added a line.

Then he smiled while passing the cigarettes, "Now you can smoke. Come on, don't be disgusted, although it's the classic 9 that costs 1956 yuan a pack."

Ye Ling suddenly felt that he was addicted to cigarettes, so he took it without any hassle, and then took a strong puff on the cigarette himself.

The man who claimed to be Xiao Jin took out the cigarette pot with only one-third remaining from the ashtray, lit it twice before he lit it, and took a deep breath.

"I was really surprised that I was able to pull you out of my book, which is something I never thought about."

Chapter 639 How big is the world?

While speaking, Xiao Jin moved her legs slightly.

Only then did Ye Ling notice that the Creator in front of him had a bulging right leg.

Just when Ye Ling was puzzled, Xiao Jin said, "My leg was injured at the beginning of the year and was pierced by steel bars."

Then he sighed, "I didn't have any money, so I went to the hospital once. I struggled for a while, but the recovery was too slow."

"I'm not like you. An injury like this can be healed with just one thought."

He slowly got up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The outside is not very bright, it is a small alley, and there seems to be a stench coming from it, which is the smell of an underground waterway that has not been cleaned and dredged all year round.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect such a thing to happen. For you who are used to seeing big scenes, it is really a lot shabby."

He came to the water dispenser with some embarrassment, picked up the cup and hesitated a few times, and finally opened the door, "I'll go out first, just wait."

Seeing him limping, Ye Ling couldn't help but frown.

Is this the Creator?

Why so pitiful.

How big is this world?

He tried to shake his hand, but found that he lost all his mana and became the most ordinary person.

Seeing this, he had a plan.

But you have to weigh how to tell the Creator.

It's now clear.

I thought that there is no longer a stronger world, but it turned out to be a world created by this author.

Then, is the author's world also very big and never boundless?

Thinking of this, he began to pace the room.

But the room was too small, and he could only walk to the end in two steps, so he had to sit on the bed, staring at the words on the computer screen in a daze.

"How about I change my own story myself?"

Thinking, he walked to the computer, and found chapters from long ago on the somewhat obscured keyboard.

However, after looking at it, he didn't move and recovered.

At this time, the man came back.

It sounded like it was struggling, and the breathing was loud, and some heart-piercing could be heard through the crack of the door.

Ye Ling took the initiative to open the door.

Outside the door, the man's face was flushed, and his hands were shaking a little.

"Sorry, I made you laugh."

The man stretched out a hand, holding a bottle of honey tea worth four yuan, "Come and drink this, you haven't drunk it in there. The mineral water in my water dispenser is what I usually take for medicine. I'll drink it for you." Unlucky, I'm really sorry."

Ye Ling took it, and gently twisted the bottle cap, but in the end it still didn't open.

"I came to your world and lost all my mana. I don't know what I can do to help you?"

At first, he wanted to resist very much.

Hongjun who wanted to kill him, he did so in exchange for a lifetime of peace.

He was given the systematic way of heaven, and he felt unsafe, so he wanted to kill him too.

When this person appears, when this person who created himself appears, he is shocked and terrified, which is an inherent fear.

However, he still wanted to kill.

He didn't know why he always wanted to kill people, those who threatened him.

Even if you have helped yourself, or even created yourself.

When he came to this world, he felt that there was no need for him to use force anymore.

Everything becomes the beginning, and everything becomes the end.

He has only three options.

One is to establish a foothold in this world, bring women out to live in this world, and become strong again in this world.

One is to live in this world, but no longer competitive.

One is to return to the original world and continue to be dominated by the world.

It sounds like the second option is the best option.

Because the first one was too tiring.

The third is too passive.

Outside the door, an old man glanced at the man, then sighed, and walked away muttering,

"This kid has had a hard time, and now he's talking to himself."

Ye Ling frowned slightly.

It seems that the first two choices have to be discarded, because people in this world seem to be unable to see themselves, only the person who created themselves.

"Go in and talk about everything." The man smiled wryly, then turned and closed the door.

He suddenly asked a question, "I don't know how you live in it? Did it meet your personal selfish needs?"

"Very good." Ye Ling forced some smiles, "Although not as exciting as others, this kind of life is real and successful, isn't it?"

"Are you comforting yourself, or comforting me?"

The man laughed at himself, "I think I'm ashamed of you. I didn't give you a more exciting life. I don't have enough writing skills. I hope you can forgive me."

Ye Ling shook his head, "Very well, without your article, there would be no me."

The man coughed a few times, looking a little cramped. He wanted to lie on the bed, but he stretched out his hand to signal Ye Ling to sit on the bed. Then he staggered back to the chair in front of the computer, and then sat down slowly.

After touching his right leg, he frowned. "I have a useless story that is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary. Do you want to hear it?"

Ye Ling suddenly felt that the question asked by the man might carry his choice, of course, it was more of a man's request.

As for what to ask, Ye Ling didn't know, maybe he was asking him to listen?

"I used to be full of vigor and vitality. At that time, I thought that my future was very long, but time passed too fast."

"In such a short period of time, I excitedly started my own business, but ended up with hundreds of thousands of debts and lost my girlfriend."

"During that time, it was dark and depressing, but fortunately there was no despair."

"Later, I slowly straightened my waist. I thought the spring breeze was blowing on my face, but I accidentally hurt my leg. Now I am half a useless person."

"Some people are very puzzled and say, you write so much this day, only a few dollars a day, more than a dozen dollars, what are you trying to do? Why don't you write guarantees, why don't you go to work, why... "

"Why else, everyone's suggestions are good, but I don't have that condition. The only advantage is that I can persevere, even if only I know this persistence, but that's okay, because it's worth my own happiness , I worked hard."

"My legs are failing, my hands are fine, and my brain is not bad, so I write novels. My kidneys are failing, so I drink as much water as possible to keep the toxins from accumulating. What's the big deal?"

The man suddenly smiled and raised his head, smiling brightly.

Ye Ling swears that he has never seen such a bright smile, but there are more tears.

The man said, "Who is better than me? The book I wrote has really become a world, and my protagonist has actually come into my life."

"Although I am now doubting that I am still dreaming, or that my body has deteriorated and I have hallucinations, I still feel very happy."

"Or, I'm still writing a book, writing such a plot, but I'm still very happy."

"Life is short for a few decades, I have not wasted, even if I was impulsive, I have not regretted it."

"Ye Ling, I don't care if you are a fantasy or a real one. Your appearance is the best sunshine in the world."

Chapter 640 You Have No Choice

"Ye Ling, I wanted to give you a choice, but you have no choice."

The man handed him another cigarette, and then lit one for himself.

"I'm ready to release you. You choose how you want to live."

After finishing speaking, the man turned around, picked up the mouse, and clicked on "Application Complete".