After the counter-sacrifice at the beginning, I became the spokesperson for the girls?

[Ahem... My basic abilities have been improved.]

The space was also in an awkward position at this moment. It had boasted about all kinds of awesome functions before, but seeing the scene before it, it really didn't know what to say.

[This place can buy things - cross-world transportation, do you want to add a few merchants to represent the other side? ]

"..."

Added and then delivered food across the world?

Bai Xingyao didn't understand how the outrageous function she was facing appeared. According to the space, because of the initial improvement of her level, she could finally enter the inner world of the space at will. At the same time, the empty starry sky also derived other functions. Her level was too low, so she only opened one initially -

Communication between all worlds.

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As the name suggests, it is a function to communicate with people from other worlds.

But this is not something that normal life can access, because every living being that can access communication with the universe must have a medium as a guide. Therefore, this function can be said to be specially created for all spokespersons, a virtual social platform for spokespersons to interact with each other.

But the ecological environment of the spokesperson is like this - the same camp fights each other, the opposite camp fights each other, even if you and I are equally strong, we must fight each other. So what is the use of this function? To have a connection online and kill offline?

[Um... this function is very protective of the spokesperson's privacy.]

You need to have god-level budgeting skills, otherwise you generally can’t find it offline.

[Besides, the spokespersons are not in the same world. Unless someone shares life with you and happens to have a car accident, there probably won’t be any tragedy…]

"..."

Bai Xingyao's gaze moved over, the light flickered around her and imprinted in her pupils, and the space heard that her voice was a little hesitant.

"Sharing life?"

Is this the daily routine of other spokespeople of the same status?

Why does it sound different than what you imagined?

The space was sorting out the mess of knowledge that was stuffed into its head, and it didn't know how to explain it. Suddenly, it had an idea and pulled out a page for Bai Xingyao.

【look】

A point that Bai Xingyao tested.

The screen in front of her flashed countless pages smoothly, with beautiful flowers, clear beaches, and even funny emoticons. She thought she would just take a quick look, but she didn't expect her attention to be drawn in. Data flowed quickly past her eyes. On this communication forum called "Wanjie", the words in various posts were interesting and vivid, and filled with many incomprehensible words such as "It doesn't matter, I will help", "Brother", "Shushu is coming", etc. She flipped down one after another and found the most eye-catching post.

[This is my 365th day selling lunch boxes at the construction site]

Bai Xingyao was about to click on it, but paused slightly.

The other side of eternity:

Chapter 114: Packing and Sending Believers

What kind of books can record supreme achievements and vast poems?

":

": What kind of dream can be so brilliant that tears can fall in an instant and turn into crystal.

Turning over the distant myth, what dripped down the young man’s cheek was the sadness that had already filled his face with tears.

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A long time ago, Krich had a dream.

He was pushed into the deep sea. He couldn't see who did it, but he just sank powerlessly into the sea. The blue waves rippled slowly above him, and the reflected sunlight was bright and gentle, but not a single one fell on him, allowing him to sink into the endless abyss.

But after waking up, he was not so afraid, because he was so young at that time. The washed-out clothes could not hide his brilliance. He slowly sat on the bed, with the admission letter in his hand and the statue of the god standing on his right. Outside, his sister's laughter and his parents' warm conversation were jumping in every ray of light in the morning.

He once really thought that God would protect him for the rest of his life.

Although he was a lowly commoner, he was able to go to school, receive sponsored books, and have the hope of leading a better life with his family.

How much the gods loved him—

Love him more than anyone else.

The warmth of the sun brings vitality to the earth, and the cover of light brings brightness to the world. Mother once sang a lullaby gently, and she said: God loves the world.

But why, in the end, when her eyeballs were dug out and she was staring at the sky, didn’t God come to save her?

God—never came.

The warm picture was shattered in an instant, and the bizarre world replaced everything around him. There were fire, curses, and the sound of limbs being torn apart. The endless dreams enveloped all the attention of his will. He opened his eyes and fell into the deep sea again. His body was light and floating. There was no suffocation, only endless dead silence, like a darkness that led to self-destruction, swallowing up everything that stepped into it.

[He was a young boy, walking into school full of hope.

He was a young man who was beaten, tortured and thrown into a charnel ground.

He is a monster, crazy and vengeful, and wants to blow up the sacrifice.

He is a dead man, and his life can no longer find meaning.]

From the initial struggle to despair, Krich has forgotten the process. The suffering he had gone through was too painful, and he could no longer find his original intention, leaving only endless fatigue.

God is not wrong.

Everyone has a destiny, but his fate is like that of an ant, and it should be so.

His back touched something illusory but gentle, like his mother's amniotic fluid, replacing the merciless coldness of the sea water. The ugly young man lay in the world of nothingness, his cheeks were already covered with tears.

The light disappeared, the sea disappeared, he stared into the void with tears in his eyes, and saw only deep darkness.

[Do you have anything to say to me?]

The vague voice seemed to come from far away in his heart, but Krich didn't react at all. However, he felt a long-lost relaxation, as if his fatigue was released at once, and there was something that could give him spiritual comfort.

"what do you……"

He murmured with his eyes closed: "Why are you helping me?"

He read his niece's fairy tales and mistakenly entered the monster's territory. The Wood God's followers said he was crazy because everyone who saw the monster would go crazy, but only he knew what he had experienced.

That is the knife that the young are too weak to lift, and that is the blood feud solidified over the years.

[come over]

The voice faded away again. Krich followed its voice, and he got up weakly, not knowing when he fell into a dream again.

He didn't know how many dreams he had.

The night inspections by the Wood God Cult and the sound of his niece crying, he was half asleep and half awake, his body weak and unbearable. He felt as if his life was slipping away, and when he heard the announcement that the cult was going to take away his limbs, he did not have the strength to feel the resentment he once had.

He stumbled into the darkness, into a completely dark road.

What is the way forward?

He may have had a trance.

But his life has become completely dark.

There was no sound in the silent world. He followed the vague direction of his heart and kept walking forward until there was a little light, until there was a little brightness.

The crystal blue scene shone into his pupils, and Krich looked up in embarrassment. A slowly floating book appeared in the blue world created for him.

Bai Xingyao, who was about to be spotted in the stream of light in the distance, suddenly raised her head. Endless blue spread in front of her. The world turned upside down in an instant. She looked up and met a pair of eyes filled with mist.

law--

The tentacle skin appeared in the world of laws. On this road of laws that broke through the world's blockade with their own strength, both lives clearly felt the voice of nothingness. A faint force stretched out, and a gentle force slowly caressed the body of this believer. The ugly marks on his face gradually faded, revealing his youngest side.

"A dream of a hundred thousand worlds changing in an instant..."

Kriqi murmured, talking about his ability: "Is this the answer you gave me?"

The endless blue faded away, and in that icy world, Bai Xingyao finally saw the young man flipping through the book in front of him. Those were the memories that remained in his dreams, and also the spirit that she thought would never be discovered.

[The Path of Law——]

His sight returned to the endless and brilliant sea of ​​stars, and the page in front of him was about to be clicked. Bai Xingyao suddenly moved, dropped everything in his hands, turned around and stepped out of the sea of ​​souls.

For unknown reasons, the law summoned her to bless Krich.

She didn’t preach—why, was there one more believer?

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I won't invite you! Today I packed my bag and went to the bathroom. Suddenly, I got inspired. Switching the perspective solved my problem. Then when I came back, my colleague asked me why I was gone for an hour. I had to find an excuse to go.

The other side of eternity:

Chapter 115: The Spokesperson's Strange Common Sense (Please refresh the page, it has been changed)

Turning the pages of the book one by one, Bai Xingyao and the space watched her second believer reading in his dream. She sensed the surroundings slightly, and the sadness receded like a tide, replaced by the extremely trembling piety of the owner of this place.

Bai Xingyao felt that he was beginning to have some doubts.

She is clear about her own laws. The nightmare was destroyed by the previous one, and there was no faith left at all. This world was originally blocked, so how come there are suddenly fluctuations in believers, and they lead the way to the laws themselves, and let the nightmare pull her over to bless her?

what happened?

Successfully arriving at this ice-blue dream, the original illusory dream of human will has become more contemplative. The power of the spirit, through the awakening of abilities, makes the world before one's eyes become the same dream "field" as the first believer. This dream constructed by the spiritual system can reflect a person's inner heart to the greatest extent. The world before one's eyes is like being inside a castle. Countless ice condenses into a vast and empty world. Even when the cold wind blows, there is a clear sense of chill.

[Highly talented]

The space made a judgment with a solemn mood.

The reality department looks at the impact on reality, and the spirit department looks at the impact on the spirit. Being able to create such real things out of thin air in a dream can be said to be a human being with good talent and will.

Bai Xingyao looked forward. She carried the power of space and spirit around her. Her soul disappeared into the world. She looked up at the person in front of her.

With her left eye closed and her right hand having grown back, she searched for the information of this person clearly, but only the memories from not long ago surfaced.

Crich.

She was going to get the hapless guy with the explosives from him.

He might still be trembling now, as the collapse and reorganization of his worldview made him feel uncomfortable. Bai Xingyao just glanced at him briefly, then moved her gaze in front of him. The very familiar book, which she had marked with the halo of many literary masters, came into view.

She thought she knew the reason.

"Are you there..."

The young man's trembling voice made Bai Xingyao, who had just made a judgment, look back. She checked her disguise and concluded that Krich would not see her.

The space turned away from her.

What is he going to say?

Space carefully recalled the information of this new believer: [Will he scold you? This human seems to hate God very much]

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The moment he saw the book, he had the same idea as Bai Xingyao. This matter was definitely related to her. She had originally lost a bit of her spirit in the human soul, and the boundless thing had upgraded before and suddenly lost its power. Putting the two together, the truth was about to come out.

Spirituality is Bai Xingyao's main training direction. Every strand of her power carries the aura of the law. She can inadvertently activate the path of the law when she upgrades herself, which is not an uncommon behavior in the history of spokespersons.

So the person in front of me is just someone who has some talent and was forcibly dragged into the nightmare law?

[What a sin! Don’t change your profession in the future.]

Space gently complains.

"The mood is not right."

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Bai Xingyao suddenly shook her head. Her spiritual training had made her more sensitive to her emotional responses. She subconsciously looked around, but she did not notice any negative thoughts of resentment or unwillingness.

Instead, she tasted bitterness and a slight shudder.

"You may not have time to see me..."

Bai Xingyao listened quietly to the young man's next sentence. If she wanted to know the truth, it would be clearer and more accurate if she heard it from the person involved.

“Thank you for your answer…”

The young man placed the book quietly in front of him. He was kneeling, his face pale with traces of tears. His expression was still dazed. Bai Xingyao stood in front of him, feeling his next move, and gently stopped his kneeling with a trace of spirit.

The young man's waist, which was about to bend down, was supported by the gentle breeze. His eyes were slightly dazed. He raised his head and there was a blood mark on his forehead, obviously he had bowed before.