The game is over, and it ends quietly in a wandering story. Mo Luo and Ning Xinyu didn't mention this game of chess again, even though they were sitting on both sides of the stone table that carried the chessboard at the moment. For a long time, these two people, who were not usually all mysterious, stood up together and looked directly at each other, and their eyes were surprisingly unanimous: complicated, confused, incomprehensible, dazed, and then they both returned to calm, and then regained their firmness, or rather, regained their original unwaveringness.

"Let's go. Ning Xinyu muttered, as if talking to herself, and then really walked in one direction to herself. Moro didn't say anything, just quietly followed.

Ning Xinyu walked under a stone wall, raised her little hand and knocked on the stone wall.

"Knock knock!"

The stone wall seemed to be hollow, and the sound was very crisp under the tapping of Ning Xinyu.

"Old man, open the door, I'm back!" Ning Xin shouted, and there seemed to be some helplessness in his voice.

And then nothing happened.

A gust of wind blew, and it seemed to magically blow Mo Luo's puzzled gaze over, hitting Ning Xinyu's neck, making her feel a little hot at the base of her ears.

"Dead old man, do you open the door?" A certain girl crossed her hands on her hips, her face was a little red, and her voice was full of anger, although it still sounded annoyed and angry, "If you don't open the door again, believe it or not, next time I will go to Sister Meng Hua to say a word or two, and then ask her to add a curse to you so that you can think about her?"

As he was talking, the stone wall in front of him suddenly lifted, and an old man with sloppy and dirty eyes running out anxiously, "Little aunt and grandmother," this guy didn't know what shame was, and said to Ning Xin with a flattering face, "You have a lot, can you let me go of this poor little old man?"

Moro stared blankly at what was happening in front of him. To be honest, he was really a little stunned, after all, the old man in front of him, who had no bottom line, was the person he was looking for: the creator that his father told him, the creator of the Emperor. Yes, what Moluo's father explained to him was that there was a legendary creator in the Valley of the Boundless Rim, but he didn't think that there would be wanderers here, and his father did casually say that the wanderers were probably here, but even Moro didn't think it would really be here.

There really are wanderers here, and it's okay to meet them first, but this lewd old man is the creator?

Well, what's the point? The world is so big, it's all wonderful......

Moro quickly regained his composure. Don't underestimate everyone, that's what my father said. Father was always right. Therefore, Mo Luo tried not to pay attention to this person's clothing and demeanor, took two steps forward, and said solemnly: "Creator, that thing, it's time for me." ”

The old man seemed to have noticed the existence of Mo Luo at this time, "Yo ho, from outside the valley? Oh, no," the old man suddenly stared at Moro carefully, and looked at the severed arm of his right hand and his gloomy eyes for a long time, and then said with a solemn face, "The plot has begun?"

Mo Luo flipped his left hand with one arm, and the black knife wraith appeared in his hand, and handed it to the creator, "It's just begun." ”

The creator didn't take it, only glanced at it lightly, and then still stared at Moro, as if he saw something, "I just felt the one inside you look at me. ”

Moro's face changed for a moment, and then recovered, but he didn't speak.

"You're playing with your life, take a wrong step, and you'll lose everything!" At this time, the old man seemed to have recovered the momentum of an emperor who only existed in the legend, and looked at Mo Luo with a serious face.

"Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it!" Moro didn't hesitate.

The old man was silent.

After a long time, the old man sighed, "That's it, come with me." Yan Bi walked into another cave in the wall where he came out. Ning Xinyu also looked solemn, and once again glanced deeply at Mo Luo, but didn't say anything, and walked in. Moro's gloomy eyes looked at the black knife wraith in his hand, and then he thought of something, so he didn't hesitate anymore and walked forward.

Choice is a matter of thought, and this road will take me all my life. There's enough to think about, and sometimes you may not need to worry about whether the initial choice was worth it.

I'm already on my way after all.

The stone wall fell suddenly, and the soft purple light in the basin gradually burned out like a lamp, and finally returned to calm.