After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"Member of...member of parliament..."

Zhou Binlin struggled to get out of his bed.

It was only then that he realized he was still in a normal body and that the environment around him was clearly the special intensive care unit in the best hospital in his city.

Did I leave Cihe City and spend my whole life abroad?

Zhou Binlin absolutely refused to accept that the life he had just experienced was just a dream.

City Councilor Wang Xiaoxiao walked up to Zhou Binlin and casually tossed a stack of passports and property certificates in front of him.

Wang Xiaoxiao asked.

"Binlin, have I done something to wrong you?"

Wang Xiaoxiao's voice was more solemn than ever before.

Zhou Binlin shook his head awkwardly. Although he was Wang Xiaoxiao's puppet, Wang Xiaoxiao had indeed provided him with a life of luxury.

Wang Xiaoxiao asked again.

"Then you must have done something to wrong me, otherwise why are you in such a hurry to run away today?"

Sweat began to bead on Zhou Binlin's forehead; he no longer knew how to explain why he had run away.

Even more alarmingly, Zhou Binlin suspected that the evidence of the congressman's crimes that he had collected might have been stolen by the congressman himself.

"No, no, there isn't..."

Zhou Binlin chuckled dryly.

"Councilor Wang, you have been so kind to me, how could I possibly..."

Wang Xiaoxiao tossed a mobile phone memory card in front of Zhou Binlin. This was the last thing Wang Xiaoxiao had found during her recent searches of Zhou Binlin's safe house.

Zhou Binlin's face was deathly pale.

Just as Zhou Yan had planned, he confirmed that his family's secret had been discovered, and that it was Wang Xiaoxiao who had done it.

This guy is really reckless; seeing himself struggling and bruised...

"Councilor, please have mercy on me..."

On a public bench outside the ward.

As Zhou Yan listened to the wails coming from inside the ward, a mocking smile slowly spread across his face.

As the smile deepened, the surrounding environment gradually faded away.

This time, the regret has been made up for, and time has begun to flow backward.

Zhou Yan's memories also began to change.

Originally, Zhou Yan had been treated like a fool by Zhou Binlin, but now it was Zhou Yan who had defied Zhou Binlin and left with his parents. Shortly after they left, Zhou Binlin died, and the whole family was investigated by the police. After it was determined that all their income was illegal, Zhou Binlin's family, who had been living a life of luxury, were gone.

This group of people once again became the lowest rung of society in the family. As a result, Zhou Binlin's wife had no choice but to take Zhou Binlin's child and leave Cihe City to work in other cities.

In the omniscient version of events, this family remained at the bottom of society and lived a very unhappy life.

Beyond the omniscient information, the Bodhi tree in front of Zhou Yan had grown to two meters tall, its branches and leaves spreading outwards, its canopy covering Zhou Yan's head, allowing him to see under the sunlight the interwoven patterns of each leaf.

Zhou Yan saw his own life, his past, and all the choices he had made in life.

Chapter Twenty-Three: You Schemed Against Me!

Time has a direction. 〕″Drunken Death★≯Thoughts(∈Lu!Death SearchQ：

However, this directionality is vague. For example, if you take a picture of a ball rolling on the ground with your phone, whether it is played upright or upside down, it is consistent with the logic of time. The arrow of time begins to become blurred between this upside-down and upright playback.

So how should we resolve this kind of ambiguity in terms of direction?

It's very simple, just look at the entropy.

The entire universe is moving towards greater complexity and more options.

For example, you have three life choices in front of you. Each of these three choices is followed by three different options. Your choice in the first second is three, in the second second it's nine, and in the third second it's twenty-seven.

And so on, the number of choices determines the time frame.

Zhou Yan has already seen this direction.

Zhou Yan saw every choice and every path in his life, starting from the very beginning, from the "one" he was born into.

Zhou Yan saw that when he was a child, he chose a different kindergarten and was bullied by the older students, which caused him to become socially anxious.

He saw that he had chosen a different primary school, was led astray by his classmates, and went from being a model student to a murderer who killed people at the age of fifteen.

Seeing that she went to another junior high school after graduating from junior high, Mi Qing's incident naturally did not happen.

The path of life unfolds one by one on this two-meter-tall Bodhi tree.

Regret, joy, happiness, tears—all these chaotic things converged and then dispersed.

Zhou Yan clicked on one of the options in a daze.

The surroundings changed again, and Zhou Yan found himself back in his home, where his parents were sitting at a table eating with him. Zhou Yan looked around in confusion.

Zhou Yan was familiar with his parents and the environment. The only problem was that he couldn't remember any regrets he had about this environment.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Zhou Yan's father, who had picked up a piece of beef, glanced at the door, and his mother nodded at him.

Zhou Yan's father gave a wry smile.

He loves his wife very much, so he does these kinds of tiring little things.

Zhou Yan's father put down his chopsticks and went to open the door.

Several people whom Zhou Yan had never seen before walked over.

The woman who entered was dressed in rather nice casual clothes. She was with a child of about seven or eight years old and called out to Zhou Yan.

"Second Sister, do you still remember me?"

Zhou Yan's mother thought for a while before exclaiming in surprise.

"You are... Xiujuan?"

Xiujuan walked up with a smile.

"Yes, yes, we were just passing by when we thought of you all and decided to come over and visit."

Zhou Yan's mother lowered her head and spoke to Zhou Yan.

"A distant relative, but since we're here, we have to acknowledge the connection. Xiao Yan, if you're not feeling well, go play somewhere else."

Zhou Yan ate a few mouthfuls of rice without saying a word.

Zhou Yan's mother pretended to be enthusiastic and started chatting with a relative who appeared out of nowhere. Zhou Yan's father also politely asked if they wanted to eat, offering to cook a few more dishes, but the relative politely declined.

The two began to talk in the living room.

Zhou Yan stared at his parents and these relatives who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, his mind filled with questions. Who were these relatives? He didn't remember them at all. Why were they appearing in this regretful memory?

While Zhou Yan was wondering what was going on, the relative's child went upstairs and slipped into Zhou Yan's room. Zhou Yan, who was eating his meal, didn't even notice when the relative's child came down carrying a half-person-tall Gundam and a very cool skateboard.

Zhou Yan's expression darkened.

The relative across the street shouted when they saw this.

"Don't take two, leave one for your brother."

Zhou Yan's expression instantly turned ugly.

What do you mean, "Leave one for me!"

You just divided up my stuff like that?

Zhou Yan's mother and father also looked somewhat reluctant, but were too embarrassed to say no.

The child, still on the stairs, looked around, staring at Zhou Yan's Gundam, yet dared not put down Zhou Yan's skateboard.

Zhou Yan put down his chopsticks and bowl, annoyed.

"You fucking put my things down right now!"

The child trembled, looking at Zhou Yan with fear, but clutched the toy in his arms even tighter.

The child's mother said unhappily.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? It's just a toy. Do you think we can't afford it?"

Zhou Yan sprayed the nozzle.

"If you can afford it, then stop clinging to my things! If you're so capable, come and buy me toys instead of taking them!"

The child's mother said angrily.

"Don't you have any manners?!"

Zhou Yan retorted.

"I think someone who comes to someone's house as a guest, barges into their room without permission, and steals their things—no, a thief—has no right to talk about upbringing or manners!"

The child's mother stood up.

"Who are you calling a thief?"

"Are there any other outsiders here?!"

The child's mother looked at Zhou Yan's mother.

"Look at your child! This is a little hooligan!?"

Zhou Yan's mother looked at Zhou Yan timidly.

Zhou Yan, too lazy to waste words, rushed to the stairs and shouted to the child he had never seen before, who was holding his most beloved toy.

“Give me back my things, Zhong: 樲啾死粦思糁五≯↑俬.

The child said weakly.

“My mom said I can take whatever I want! Once I take it, it’s mine.”

Zhou Yan looked at the child's mother, whose expression was somewhat unpleasant.

"You're a fucking idiot thief! Sending your own kid to steal things, have you no shame?!"

Young Zhou Yan cursed as he pushed his younger brother away and snatched his toy from his brother's hands.

The little boy burst into tears; he really loved Zhou Yan's toys.

The child's mother cursed.

"You little rascal, what are you doing!"

Zhou Yan's father couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to scold him.

"Who are you calling a hooligan! Coming to our house to take our things and acting so self-righteous? We don't welcome you here, get out!"

Zhou Yan's father pointed towards the door. The woman glared at him a few times, but ultimately she was a bully who preyed on the weak, and quickly left with her child.

Zhou Yan angrily took his two toys to his bedroom on the second floor.

The surrounding environment began to blur.

The second time, when Zhou Yan was in junior high school, the regret seemed to be that he was beaten by a strong classmate, but he did not fight back.

　蒐◆√索ˉ々ｑ‖№:饵。 |缌、』淋〗¤旿″4 Therefore, Zhou Yan had no choice but to fight back, engaging the burly man in a life-or-death struggle.

The problem is that this past is not in Zhou Yan's memory. It seems that in these repeated revisions, Zhou Yan's life has been distorted, and many things that never happened in the past have begun to emerge, stirring up Zhou Yan's past into a mess that is incomprehensible.

Waiting for this regret to end.

Zhou Yan has fallen into a completely new regret that he has never encountered before.

……

A corner.

The Nine-Colored Deer Qingcai kept shaking its head, trying to find the answer to Zhou Yan's question.

The sky went from light to dark.

The nine-colored deer's stomach rumbled.

The nine-colored deer let out a few mournful cries. It couldn't figure out the answer to Zhou Yan's riddle, but this little deer was as innocent as a child. If it couldn't figure it out, it couldn't figure it out. At worst, it would just have to give in to Zhou Yan.

The nine-colored deer hopped and skipped away from the place where He was quietly contemplating.