Blessings to the beautiful stars

As I noticed before, sound is such a luxury at the moment, how many layers of movement and stillness are superimposed and intertwined to converge into the sound of "patta patta" heard by Zuo Wu.

Because he was too close to Ranluo, Zuo Wu didn't regain the right to use the atoms that make up his body, and couldn't turn around, so he could only use his ears to listen to the source of the movement behind him.

It is mostly the sound of heavy footsteps made by several people walking at the same time; but it is more like solid raindrops falling from the sky, which can almost penetrate the ground.

……Several people?
How many people here still have the ability to act?

Della is one.She has the blood of the Ether Dragon, and the Ether Dragon has already passed the test of silence after the universe collapsed into a singularity.

She was the only one who was at ease, and Della had been at a loss for a long time facing the blood flowing out of Ji Zhi's body, which seemed to be a wound like a crystal gem under the stagnation.

She was afraid that as soon as she touched this bright red gemstone, Ji Zhi's blood would flow again, and Ma Niang's unknowingly deep wound would begin to spurt uncontrollably.

Then Della suddenly discovered that the gray wind of Liaoyuan had led the conversation to her head.Liaoyuan's Gray Wind was torturing, and she compared herself to a machine without intelligence.

When Della heard it, she suddenly felt that she should do something, but subconsciously stood up, and the stagnation like a quagmire didn't even hold her back.

At this time, the relative positions of her, Zuo Wu, Ranluo, Xiaohui and Huifeng are like a triangle, and the distance between the two sides of the triangle is neither far nor close, like a natural moat and a smooth road.

The reason for the smooth journey is that under the protection of the bloodline, the impact of stagnation on Della is not too bad.

And it seemed like a moat, because Della suddenly found something wrapped around her.

What are you being entangled in?
Della lowered her head, and there were many flesh and blood tentacles clinging to her body. These tentacles were familiar old friends, and they were the flesh and blood structure of the ether dragon itself.

In the dream before, the tentacles were used as earphones to listen to the voice of the dragon. Perhaps at that time, the tentacles established a connection with themselves in this form.

Everyone is still in the belly of the ether dragon.

Its stomach is full of turmoil, and the two gravitational fields are fighting and pressing, and the new gods are coming into the world, and the matter is stagnant.

If it weren't for the physical quality of the ether dragon itself, which is almost synonymous with indestructibility, it would be absolutely unbearable.But even though it was bearable, the movement was too loud.

No matter how groggy the ether dragon is, he still has to find a way to see what's going on in his stomach, right?
It's just that all the methods of self-examination that it has evolved over hundreds of millions of years are all ineffective when facing the authority of the gods.This is true whether the nervous system senses down to the millimeter, or "inside seeing" through psionic powers.

Going around.

Surprisingly, only the flesh and blood tentacles that Della used to use as earphones can still sense Della a little, and thus grow and spread towards the place where the insect mother is. .

The consciousness of the etheric dragon is chaotic.

It's just that the process took a little time, and it forgot what the meaning of looking for itself was, and it was only rejoicing to find Della.

then.

The tentacles, which lost the meaning they were after, suddenly accelerated their proliferation.Clinging and entwining towards Della's small body.It's not that I want to hinder her actions, but I want to be her limbs, a part of her.

——Just like the cloned human cells and organs can be directly used by the original human beings.How do cells know what loyalty is?Only driven by the chaotic consciousness of the giant dragon, he pursues Della's sobriety.

Della saw more and more tentacles clinging to her body, and they all wanted to confide indiscriminately and could not be comforted.

Look up again, over there.

Burning radish is also clung to by the alienated and distorted infinite magical machine, the mechanical structure is abstracted and gathered at the feet of burning radish, forming the rhizome of the flower.

Yes, flowers.

Della felt in a trance that she and him were two flowers rising from the ground—she was the flower of flesh and blood, and he was the flower of steel, facing each other from a distance, competing for beauty.

...I don't want to compete for beauty.

Della inhaled, trying to give orders to the tentacles clinging to her body, overcoming the chaotic instructions instilled by the giant dragon, allowing them to push herself forward, to walk in front of and near Ranluo.

I wanted to say something to Ranluo.

"Click, click".The slapping sounds of countless tentacles advancing alternately overlapped and gathered together, and finally became part of the sound Zuo Wu heard.

just part of it.

There is one more.

"Click, click".

Della looked sideways, and suddenly found that there was still someone walking towards Ranluo.

It's the Pope.

He can still move.

Compared with himself like a flower rising from the ground, the pope's body has also swelled countless times, but what fills his swelling is a black shadow, making him look like a light, superficial mountain .

Those shadows are the fully unfolded gravitational field. The essence of gravity is the warping of space. As long as the space is still there, it will not disappear. At this time, it can be used as the thread to control the puppet.

for moving forward.

The pope regarded himself as a puppet, and the gravity pulled the stagnant body forward, and the internal organs stagnated in place, adding a block of gravity, and the blood stagnated in mid-air, filling the liquid shadow.

More and more organizations are staying put.

The pope also became more and more like an empty balloon. In the end, there were only a few bones, half a brain, and a piece of skin left. Under the pull of gravity filled like a hill, he continued to move forward.

"Pa-ta-pa-ta", the pope's slap, was the sound of blood dripping from the corner of his remaining mouth to the ground. The blood was fused with too much gravity, and each drop weighed more than a thousand catties when it fell to the ground.

The slap of the tentacles touching the ground, and the slap of the black blood falling to the ground, the two gradually overlapped.

soon.

Della's Flower of Flesh and Pope's Mountain of Shadow also began to advance side by side.

Daila moved, exhaled, and said, "Pope, seeing you like this, I'm less worried about my mother Ma's injury..."

The Pope also turned his head. He was surprised that he had retained a part of his larynx. After trying several times, he finally found the technique of vocalization:
"Because stagnation... also stopped our 'life' in the body. With all due respect, Ms. Ji Zhi is still in danger."

Della gritted her teeth and turned her face away: "Things that haven't happened yet can be changed after all."

The Pope chuckled, his eyes turned back to Burning Rose and his steel flower: "So, you also chose 'future'?"

"Ah, um," Della nodded, "The only thing we should hold in our hands is the future."

pat pat pat.

go ahead.

silence.

The pope's shadow finally spoke: "...you also think that burning dick should die?"

"I don't know," Della shook her head, "Now I just want to have a word with Ranluo."

"Say what?" asked the pope.

Della wiped her nose and looked away again, also trying to hide the guilt and sadness in her eyes: "I want to ask Ranluo to help me ask the gray wind of the prairie fire, and ask about the machine that gave birth to me... Is it good or not, what does it look like?"

The Pope was stunned for a moment, and wanted to clap his hands, but found that he had no hands, so he could only make the patters he made appear joyful:
"It's a good idea, killing two birds with one stone. It can make Liaoyuan's gray wind hear your heart, and it can also shorten the distance between her and Burning Luo. Not bad, not bad..."

"Unfortunately, this will ultimately require Liaoyuan's Gray Wind, and Burning Luo can listen to you together."

pity?

Della glanced sideways suddenly, and saw another person joining her and her party.

It was the gray wind of the prairie fire, under Xiao Hui's astonishment, she seemed to erupt with indescribable strength, unexpectedly resisted Xiao Hui's suppression, stood up, staggered and walked towards Ranluo.

When Ran Luo saw it, he laughed, and he opened his fragile heart to all those who wanted to kill him.

The pope muffled: "Della, remember, you said it, and you chose 'future'." (End of this chapter)