Blessings to the beautiful stars

quality.

speed.

Zuo Wu suddenly found that he had the leisure to think about what "the end and stagnation of all things" would look like, and even had the leisure to think about theology and imagine what it would be like if there was an extra god in the world.

No, there is no need to imagine, the difference is so obvious that it is almost visible to the naked eye——

The most direct is that the movement of all objects around is slowing down, slowing down.

Everything seems to be an old bird struggling in the air, trying everything to fly just to escape aging, but it is doomed to be in vain. I can only watch the ground that I could easily overcome in the past getting closer and closer to me, irreversible.

Everything slowing down is stalling, falling.

Among the things that fell, there was also the entangled darkness of the Khan and the Pope.

The darkness is dissipating, it is the gravitational force set off by man-made and subdued to nature, and above nature, the lowest logic that constitutes this world.

That's right, Zuo Wu understands that releasing Burning Luo is equivalent to adding new rules to the bottom layer of the world's operating logic.

No matter how powerful the methods the Pope and the Great Khan have, and how monstrous arrogance they possessed just a moment ago, at this moment, when the bottom-level rules of the world have been rewritten, everything has turned into a vast expanse of whiteness. A piece of empty.

Zuo Wu could even see from the corner of his eye that the body of Da Khan had actually rushed to him on the dark tide before, and he had already stretched out his hand towards him, and he was almost able to grab his back sleeve .

Just a little bit, a few centimeters.

This was originally a good thing, attacking Ji Zhi head-on, making the darkness dissipate and disappear with only a muffled groan from her who has always been strong, isn't it a good thing?
Drinking poison to quench thirst is a good thing.

When the imminent crisis was resolved, Zuo Wu subconsciously wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly found that the breath in his chest began to stagnate and began to hang on.

The countless molecules, atoms, and electrons in the world, which were originally restless, began to become lazy and lazy.

Zuo Wu originally wanted to turn his head to check on Ji Zhi's situation, but suddenly found sadly that he couldn't do it.Rather, right now, it is a miracle that I can continue to think——

As a living being of flesh and blood, his body is of course a relatively complex system evolved through nature in this world.

The underlying logic of the world has been rewritten, just like drawing from the bottom of a pot.Any superstructure built on the foundations of the past should collapse without a trace.

But I can still think.

Is thought really the most tenacious thing in this world?Like a reed, it grows endlessly.

Zuo Wu suddenly remembered a saying that people will never realize their own death, and will only stay in the moment before their thoughts disappear, being elongated infinitely and far away.

Stretching is also good.

At least I can still use my eyes to see everything around me, and I can try my best to listen to the voices behind me.If he could hear voices, at least he could hear a little bit about Ji Zhi's safety and movements, right?
But at the moment when everything is stagnant, can there really be sound?

Zuo Wu was dejected, and could only use all his senses to perceive even the slightest movement.

It's a pity that the senses are also born of the electrical signals of the nerves, and the electrical signals will certainly not escape the scope and fate of the stagnation of all things.

The current feeling of my body is the proof - I should be suffocated, I should be in pain.But no, there is only numbness coming from the body, as if about to fall asleep, all pain will be shielded from numbness.

This shouldn't be the end.

I'm really not reconciled.

Numb at the end.

Zuo Wu just wanted to move his eyes as much as possible, to have a look at the flames released by his own hands.

As a god, what is his expression and appearance at the moment—is it the excitement of gaining freedom, or the complacency of playing with all living beings?

Although the heart of unwillingness is extremely strong, but Zuo Wu can move his eyes a little, it is already the limit of the limit.

Zuo Wu still remembered that when he tore open the container that held Him, he felt that his fingers no longer belonged to him.It was because my fingertips touched the essence of that light, as if I wanted to use the filth of a mortal to contaminate the purity of a god.

Burning Luo didn't leave, but He was still where he was. Even in Zuo Wu's eyes, He still had a human-like appearance, like a chick that had just hatched, looking at the real, familiar yet unfamiliar world with some panic.

Even he himself didn't expect that the world would be so stagnant because of his birth, just like a child would not know what changes the world would have because of his birth.

Zuo Wu also suddenly knew why the moment he tore open His container, he felt that his fingertips didn't belong to him anymore - it was Ran Luo who gently pinched the finger that had been inserted into the container with His hand, and the ten fingers joined together. That's all.

At this time, the eyes of Zuo Wu and He matched.

He used his eyes to test: I made the world like this, will you blame me?
Zuo Wu wanted to shake his head, but failed after several attempts.Yes, why blame Ranluo?In the dream in the dream, he had already issued a warning to himself, explaining that releasing him would be risky.

Even at the moment, He himself does not know what power He has.As a god, he would even apologize to himself, a flesh and blood creature.

The one who should be fearful is himself.

Zuo Wu told Ranluo his thoughts with his eyes, and it was not difficult to convey this little emotion with his fingers together.

Ran Luo blinked her eyes, as if she had let go of some burden in her heart, she took another deep look at Zuo Wu, and exhaled lightly.

breathe.

Spirits also breathe.

In an instant, the moment he came into contact with His breath, Zuo Wu felt that every inch of his nerves under his skin exploded, as if he finally breathed fresh air after being stuffy for a long time, so refreshing.

Ran Luo and Zuo Wu were both stunned.

What is privilege?To do what others cannot do is privilege.

Is this the privilege of burning Luo?One breath and one breath can control whether matter moves or not, and whether time advances or not.It is the candle dragon, exhaling for the setting sun and north wind, inhaling for the morning sun and warm current.

Zuo Wu almost felt relieved, as long as he can move, as long as he can move himself.As long as everything does not come to a standstill, there is still hope, at least I can look back.

Ran Luo was still exhaling leisurely.

Zuo Wu's eyes fell into a blur for a moment. He was still thinking, but the content of his thinking was like a rewinding video tape:
For the first time, I can see myself at least, I hope there is still there, as long as everything is stagnant and trapped...

Ran Luo suddenly realized something, she quickly held her breath, and the stagnation came slowly again, but it allowed Zuo Wu to think normally.

Zuo Wu was also stunned, and suddenly wanted to laugh, wanting to laugh extremely loudly.

Haha, yes, burning radish is opposite to the ring, which symbolizes the gods of the past and the end.

It is true that His breathing can make matter flow again, but between exhaling, time goes backwards; when inhaling, the world stands still!

The reason why I can still think, the electrical signals in my brain can still push my thinking forward, and even the thousands of substances in the world can still flow forward is because Ran Luo has just been born and his power is not strong enough. .

His power is still increasing, and after a few seconds, he will be deprived of the right to think, and can only watch his thinking go backwards, but he doesn't realize it at all.

Perhaps in other parts of the galaxy, Burning Luo is naturally no match for the strength of the ring, and time can barely move forward.But at the moment when he was so close to Him, there was absolutely no possibility of him being spared.

Out of the corner of an eye, even the eyes of the profuse sweat showed despair.

Is it over here?

Zuo Wu sighed in his heart, raised his eyes again with difficulty, and saw that Ranluo was still holding his breath, and he was also observing himself, with pleading eyes.

What are you begging yourself for?
Yes.

Zuo Wu closed his lower eyelids, opened them again, and knew what Ranluo wanted——

Don't show Him the slightest look of disappointment.

Do not feel that His birth was a mistake.

…Don’t be like the gray wind that started the prairie fire, never looking straight at Him from beginning to end.

Zuo Wu felt that he had done it.

The evidence is that Ran Luo's shoulders trembled, and as he held his breath, there seemed to be crystal light spots falling from the corners of his eyes.

Hold your breath?

suddenly.

Ran Luo saw that his hand was still interlocking with Zuo Wu's ten fingers, he thought of something, and when he exhaled, time went backwards.So, he turned his head, and finally breathed out the last extremely strong and fragrant breath to the sweat.

The profuse sweat didn't even have time to struggle, his body faded in an instant, turning into the gray wind of Liaoyuan.

Zuo Wu didn't have time to think about it, but only saw Ranluo nodding in satisfaction, and then with a look of eagerness, he took his hand, guiding his fingers, guiding.

Then, Zuo Wu found that his fingers were slowly guided by Ranluo to his slender neck, the touch was so delicate and slender.

Then, an unstoppable order came from the gods, and Zuo Wu felt that his fingers were out of control again, and he violently and violently tightened the delicate and slender fingers!

what? !

Ranluo couldn't breathe anymore, her hand covered Zuo Wu's fingers, because of the pain of suffocation, the nails were deeply embedded in the back of Zuo Wu's hand.

But the longing on his face became deeper and deeper, and even under the pain of suffocation, a distorted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, delicate and fragile.

Zuo Wu wanted to let go, but the control of his fingers was still with Ranluo, and he did not return it after all.

With His suffocation as the center, stagnation and backtracking form a paradoxical balance.Zuo Wu was still unable to move, and Ji Zhi's situation was still unclear.

But the Liaoyuan Gray Wind that came back fell down, her eyes flickered and changed, and she was mocking: "You, are, doing, what?!"

Saying that, Liaoyuan's gray wind imitated a blade, which could penetrate into the molecular gap of the human body. After studying day and night by Liaoyuan's scientists, it could finally kill Zuo Wu's blade.

"Stop," came Xiao Hui's voice, Xiao Hui condensed into a human form again, and stood up: "In the end, you chose this way after all."

"Because I am the gray wind of Liaoyuan after all." (End of this chapter)