Blessings to the beautiful stars

New environment, old friends.Seven years is not short, but Zuo Wu has no way to use this time to visit the old people who came to this dream together with him.

At most, I can only feel joy at occasionally catching a glimpse of their figures when I preside over certain ceremonies and stand on a high place.

But this joy can't last long, because with a blink of an eye, the crowd of people looking up at him will overwhelm the few old friends he recognized, and they will never come back.

Even if he stretched out his hand in the direction before they were submerged, the only response to him was the huge cheers from the crowd.

The virtual and reality are mixed together, and what responds to me has become the whole "crowd", as if only the volume of countless people added together can match the body movements I make casually.

...Of course, in the script, the virtual citizens and the friends you know in real life should be equivalent.

The Infinity God can perfectly imitate the properties of various substances, and of course it also endows all the characters here with the same thickness as real people.

Without that line of reminder text that always appeared in the field of vision, as well as the memory that was gradually fading after seven years, Zuo Wu knew that he might not be able to distinguish the difference long ago.

It's just that I don't know if those old friends in my reality are as hoarse as the virtual characters around them when they cheer for me in the audience?
Originally, Zuo Wu could only rely on imagination, but until today, time has finally allowed coincidences to stack up, or his body has finally absorbed a little bit of luck, which finally contributed to this encounter with Wo Jinre.

The soft creature led the way in front of him, he seemed so cramped, his neck kept turning slightly, as if he wanted to ask him a thousand words, but he didn't have enough courage to turn his head.

Some words must have a head.

Zuo Wu could only exhale, and said, "Wo Jin Nue, there is one thing I have always been curious about, that is, in the eyes of you old guys, what image do I have now?"

"...Image?...Old buddy?" Wojin renembled, repeating Zuo Wu's words like a boneless parrot for a moment.

Zuo Wu clicked his tongue:

"Don't tell me that those of you who came from the real world with me didn't form some small groups, such as Rong Liangyuan and you; and don't tell me that when you get together to talk about the world, there is nothing about me in the topic."

"...forgive me!" Wo Jinnuo's legs trembled: "Yes, I don't know about the others, but I think you... are becoming more and more dazzling."

Zuo Wu pursed his lips: "But what I do is basically the same as in reality. No, it's even less. I haven't been in battle again, and I've slept in more and more times."

"Yes... um, no, no!" Wo Jinhot shook his head again, took a few quick breaths, and managed to calm down:

"Anyway, we got here... far more things than expected. I don't remember how long ago I didn't look at the passbook, because I knew that the money in it would never be spent. There are also various supplies, besides……"

"Ha, Your Majesty, you are right. There are some small groups among us. But now, nine out of ten of these small groups are silent, just like the class exchange groups after graduation."

"They... some had new friends and forgot us guys. Some went to other galaxies, saying they wanted to touch the boundaries of this script. Ha, none of them succeeded."

"These are all brought by you, Your Majesty."

Zuo Wu shook his head, didn't take the flattery, but just remembered another thing——

The name of this script is "The Millennium War Between the Two Rivers", and the theme is the battle between the entire sea of ​​stars and the galaxy he leads.

Ran Luoduo took care of himself, delivered a complete galaxy when he came up, and let the infinite magic machine at least simultaneously calculate the complicated changes of all matter and living beings in the two galaxies, a total of 8000 billion galaxies.

Among other things, the vastness of the world in this script has already surpassed the galaxy shrouded in darkness by too many in reality.

So.

Zuo Wu can understand that the old guys in reality are attracted by this expanse, and they go out with unlimited resources, like water droplets that have merged into the ocean, and it is difficult to get in touch with each other, thus gradually alienating other real people.

It also allows me to see fewer and fewer old faces.

The same is true for Wojinre. After so many years, he has long seen clearly that Rong Liangyuan is actually disciplining his "friendship".

But so what?When I came back to my senses, there were only a few old friends left by my side.

Perhaps Wo Jinnuo was too nervous, but he couldn't control his mouth: "Your Majesty, I now... seem to understand why you left Martyr Xi by your side."

hiss.

Hearing this name suddenly, Zuo Wu felt a little lost.Maybe it was because Xi was martyred too far away from him in reality, and he was not drawn into this dream by Ran Luo.

Time flies, Zuo Wu has not felt the subtle disgust among pure-blooded humans for a long time, but it seems that he has stayed in a leisurely environment for a long time, always wanting to find some sin for himself, strangely nostalgic.

I don't know what the end will be for him and King Li'e, and will there be a day of reunion?
...How come things in the real world are always so bad that parting and death have become eternal themes.

Zuo Wu pursed his lips and raised his head. At this time, he was not far from the apartment Rong Liangyuan was assigned to, but he could still see the starships returning triumphantly in the sky.

Starship Returns is always painted in festive red, never mournful.Just like a fairy tale, my subordinates can always play a dreamlike exchange ratio against Guang Xingxinghai, and the sorrow of sacrifice is diluted to the lowest minimum.

Could it be that Rong Liangyuan finally chose to give up his lifelong ambition and choose to retire because of such a scene, which desecrated the seriousness of war in his heart?
Probably not, should.Zuo Wu shook his head, knowing that all questions would be answered soon.Because Woking had already stopped, in front of the apartment where he and Rong Liangyuan had been neighbors for many years.

This apartment is naturally placed in a space that has undergone special treatment.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, the moment the mollusc creature stopped, the triumphant starship in the sky happened to cast a thick, almost substantial shadow under his feet.

After the refraction of space, the fiery red paintwork of the starship symbolizing victory and triumph is embedded in the shadows. The red and black are accompanied by a dreamlike splendor.

It's like a small shop with intoxicating neon lights on the side of the street, with the devil's delicate tail swaying in the crack of the door, as long as you step in, you will fall into inexhaustible victory, and you can't escape.

Zuo Wu hasn't seen clearly what the shadow on the ground is revealing to him.

The apartment opens.

It was the voice of a familiar old friend again, and Zuo Wu couldn't believe his eyes for a moment—the former capable mercenary leader actually had countless fat deposits on his body, like a hill.

With his back to Zuo Wu, Rong Liangyuan yelled on the sofa: "Wojin fever! You've come back. Today you predicted that we will encounter good things, but I've been unlucky since morning!"

"The starship that came back triumphantly today has soldiers I brought out on it, and I'm going to attend their retirement ceremony! Why can't I find my military uniform everywhere!"

Zuo Wu was silent for a moment, and looked up and down Rong Liangyuan's figure: "...I didn't know that our New Emperor Alliance still had such a large size military uniform."

Rong Liangyuan was stunned and turned around with difficulty, but he was obviously much more relaxed than Woking: "Ah, Your Majesty! I didn't know you would come, just in time, let's play the chess game invented by the princess together." (End of this chapter)