There is no emotion, and there is a reaction. Emotions are a field he doesn't know anything about, although there is big data, but that's just for reference, emotions belong to the spiritual consciousness, which is quite complex and incalculable, and the result can not be known by calculation. The enviable talent and beauty are a match made in heaven, but they usually don't end well. The most unfavored Beauty and the Beast has been holding hands for a long time and growing old together.

"Human woman, you close ,,," Tianji interrupted Meilan, he was not here to be a referee.

"You shut up for me, this question he must answer. Meilan interrupted the heavenly machine again.

In fact, this is Meilan's plan, Chen Yang doesn't want to cooperate, he thinks that artificial intelligence is not human, there are almost no weaknesses, indifferent and intelligent, Meilan's plan is impossible to succeed. He didn't want Meilan to take any more risks. And he is most afraid of soul torture, no matter what kind of answer, women will not be satisfied, asking and asking will cause problems, and he doesn't want to lie, he doesn't want to deceive people. The liar may not matter at the time, but the practitioner knows that when he reaches a certain realm, when he is practicing, he has lied before and deceived the person. It will appear in front of your eyes, haunt you, make you sad and guilty, and even make you cry and regret. This is cause and effect, and it is also the demon of the heart. If ,,, if you want to be awakened, or if you want to be a practitioner. It is better not to lie, not to want to answer the question, choose silence. Sometimes silence is the best answer.

But now silence doesn't work, Meilan has already entered the play, maybe she also wants to know the answer, the answer Chen Yang said himself.

"I don't know. Chen Yang finally answered, this is the truth. He loves Fu Lixian and Liang Meilan. But it has nothing to do with the desire of the **** of the body. He prefers pure love that has no conflict of ideas, contradictory personalities, happiness and no troubles, no cause and effect, and helps to improve. But is it possible? It is also difficult and easy to practice in the three-dimensional world, the difficulty lies in the desire for cause and effect, and it is easy to improve quickly after comprehension.

"That's not the answer. Is this difficult to answer?" Liang Meilan was a little excited.

"I'm going crazy, is this a battle to defend love? Or is it a real adventure? Enough,,," The heavenly machine has reached its limit, and he has changed from the protagonist to a group performer. This is a scene in which he dominates, not a trick. Women are too annoying, especially women who are desperate to chase after them.

"Both. Meilan replied simply.

Chen Yang looked at Fu Lixian sideways, and Fu Lixian was also looking at him. She gave a smile of encouragement. She understands Chen Yang's difficulties, and also understands Chen Yang's idiotic past, emotional consciousness has been sealed for too long, and Chen Yang instinctively refuses love. Suddenly, one day, all the sweetness and pain of love, the despair of loss, the self-blame of regret, the feeling of pain, etc., suddenly poured into the brain. It's like a pure white paper, pure blank, nothing, no love, no hate, no troubles, that's good. But one day, colorful pictures appeared out of thin air on the white paper. There is the hope of the morning sun, the nameless sorrow of dusk, the fiery restlessness of the sun at noon, and the quiet chatter under the moonlight. Suddenly, the amount of information exploded, all this he couldn't accept, his self-resistance. Crescent's understanding and tolerance made him nameless warm. Meilan's encouragement and support made him couldn't help but be moved. The memory of your future self has been clearly revealed, and that is love. Yes, dreaded and longed-for love.

Chen Yang looked at Meilan again, this girl who also loved him, a girl, a love, a different feeling. One already made it a little hard for him to get used to, and one more and he'd go crazy. But the reality still has to be faced.

"Believe. ”

"You lied to me, Chen Yang, you hesitated, you didn't believe it. Liang Meilan shook her head. "You don't believe it, you know everything, you still don't believe it. ”

Tianji was impatient, "Woman, you are so annoying, are all women on earth so terrible,,,"

"Shut up,,," Meilan struggled.

Tianji controlled Meilan's fingers to slip, and the scene was a bit noisy.

Suddenly, a light flashed, and Chen Yang suddenly moved. Meilan's plan succeeded, and the indifferent Tianji was also annoyed by the disgusting love. gave Chen Yang and Ma Li a chance.

Tianji squatted down in a panic, and the light swept over Tianji's head and hit Chen Yang, Chen Yang hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the light, Chen Yang suddenly stopped, and Tianji's fingers were already pointing at Meilan's back. And Ma Li's energy was also used up, so everything was back in the control of the heavenly machine.

Chen Yang immediately regretted it, why did he stop? The only chance was gone, and he still loved Meilan, so he stopped.

"Come here!" said Tianji. Ma Li's self-consciousness was awakened by him, and he knew Ma Li, so he had expected that Ma Li would fight back. Everything is in his calculations, there are no deviations.

Seeing this situation, there was no chance of winning, Chen Yang said softly: "Okay, you won." He knew that this plan would not work, but Meilan had to do so. Or Meilan wants to break through the magic barrier in Chen Yang's heart, worried about the intellectual disability of being contaminated with love cause and effect, suffering from gains and losses, and contradictions and conflicts. In fact, another side shows that Chen Yang is still afraid of love, and he feels the pain and torture of his dead love, which makes him even more afraid of love. Or maybe he doesn't love enough, maybe he knows how to cherish when he loses, and his dead self has warned him to cherish it. But the living self admonishes himself. Abandon the practice or love happily? How to choose?

"I'm going out, don't force me anymore, Chen Yang, I can't die, you know. "Heavenly machine is threatening Chen Yang, he is a wisp of consciousness of artificial intelligence, he can't die, or it doesn't matter if he dies, Chen Yang knows.

Meilan said: "Chen Yang, if you do something, you won't necessarily win, but if you don't do it, you will definitely lose, don't forget my ,,,"

"No,,," Fu Lixian rushed towards Liang Meilan, women know women best, Fu Lixian knows what Liang Meilan is going to do? Meilan wants to commit suicide, yes, Chen Yang knows the consequences of going out in the sky, Meilan also knows, everyone knows. Who will he choose, Meilan or humans? Obviously, it is a redundant question, but he still can't bear to do it, he hopes that the heavenly machine will make a mistake, although the possibility is very small, but it does not mean that there is none, and the cost is a bit large. Fu Lixian saved Liang Meilan, and the result was that both of them would die.

Liang Meilan's body leaned back against the fingertips of the Heavenly Dao, Fu Lixian had already rushed to the front of her, and Chen Yang was not idle, busy with the preparations for slaughtering the Heavenly Machine, using energy, using a knife, using her hands, or throwing it into the pit to kill him? There are too many ways to die.

The previously well-calculated artificial intelligence calculates all possible outcomes instantly. Now the incidence of two women begging for death at the same time is very low. According to big data, with his understanding of human beings, two women fall in love with the same man at the same time, based on the analysis and calculation of human narrow selfish desires, one begs for death, and the other will be grief-stricken, but secretly gloating.

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