After all the calculations, Long Yan didn't expect this lion-headed vulture to have this kind of skill, but no one can be blamed for this, after all, Ping'an Town is located in the middle of nowhere, and there are too few things to understand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Moreover, this lion-headed vulture is a demon beast within four hundred miles of the Black Mountain Range, and the old mercenaries in Ping'an Town know that this thing is already good, where is there a way to say that they know so comprehensively.

"Boom!" Long Yan hadn't escaped a few meters to the side, and a new wave of attacks from the griffinhead behind him had already arrived.

"Click!" Long Yan heard the sound of his bones cracking, plasma gushing out, his head turned black, and he didn't know what happened next.

I only know that my eyelids are heavy, and now I am sleepy, and I am very tired after a day of escape, so I need to take a good rest.

Darkness, endless darkness surged into his consciousness, Long Yan didn't know where it was, he was pulled here the moment his consciousness was asleep.

"Is this dead?" Long Yan asked himself.

The last time he came to this world was too early, he hadn't appreciated the journey of this soul, and this time, he must take a good look.

It's just that there's only darkness around here.

is a little lonely, why did he leave the world before he said goodbye to his virgin body, is it because he has done too much evil, so is it a punishment given by God?

Immediately, Long Yan denied this idea, although he killed countless people, he never killed good people, did not kill the good, did not kill the old and weak, women and children, this is his bottom line.

So what reason is there to let yourself die, is it because you are too handsome? Or is he born with superpowers and is jealous of God?

It's ridiculous to think about it, I look good, but when it comes to being very handsome, there are no more, there are more handsome people in the world, and it's impossible for everyone to be jealous of God! Obviously, this cannot be true.

So what superpower does he have that upsets the balance of the world, so in order to restrain himself, he brings disaster to himself?

Think about it, in addition to being more resolute than ordinary people, and even more desperate to cultivate, I really have nothing, and if I have already died once, why would I die again? Even if you are really upset with yourself, then don't challenge your bottom line again and again.

Long Yan was furious, what was this for?

I haven't done anything wrong, and I'm not different from ordinary people, so why should I die.

But after thinking about it carefully, he calmed down, anger is a fool's thing, as a killer, it has become a habit to stay calm at all times.

If you don't die, you won't die. After all, God doesn't owe us, he didn't make us realize that he didn't come to the world to hate him in the end, if he didn't die, would he die?

The days in the dark were very difficult, Long Yan could only walk aimlessly, there was no life, there was no light, only silence, and there was no echo from shouting loudly.

Long Yan wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep, his consciousness was still awake, he didn't know how long he hadn't closed his eyes to rest, a year, two years or ten years, this kind of day made him a little uncomfortable, what do people want to live, do they want to live forever?

This sentence was quickly vetoed by Long Yan, if he wanted to live forever, then his current state was immortality, there was no knife cut by the years, and there was no passage of time, this kind of immortality Long Yan would rather close his eyes and die.

But at the same time, I am afraid that this is what people look like after death, so everyone pursues immortality, hoping not to spend endless years in loneliness and emptiness.

Confused, at a loss, this year is the ninety-eighth year that Long Yan has been here, but he doesn't know what to do, maybe he has become numb, it's too boring here, he can only count his steps every day to pass the time.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! Long Yan looked up to the sky and roared, what is this going to do with himself, do you want to torture yourself?

One hundred and fifty years.

At this time, Long Yan didn't want to go anymore, there was no point in leaving anyway, let's find something to do!

Although there was countless darkness around him, Long Yan saw beautiful patterns one after another, which was his life.

So he began to paint, and although he could not imprint it in this void, he already had a pattern in his mind.

At the beginning, Long Yan was learning to draw eggs, and he thought of a very interesting question on the earth, "Is there a chicken or an egg first?" ”

However, this question is too difficult to answer, and it is too difficult to think about, this involves the origin of the species, although Long Yan has good knowledge, but he is too young and his cultivation is too low, so he can't get in touch with this kind of thing at all.

Compared with a chicken, Long Yan thinks that eggs are better to start, it is a simple circle, which can be drawn with one stroke, which is simple and trouble-free.

But after the painting, Long Yan was distressed again, what kind of things are these paintings, how crooked, this is not like his own style, how can he be handsome, even if it looks like a circle.

A day or two passed, and Long Yan was still struggling with this matter, obviously his painting skills were not so bad, how could he not even draw an egg.

A little stubborn, Long Yan began to mobilize all his energy to control each stroke.

Since he can't draw a circle well, Long Yan began to draw straight lines, so that he can't even draw straight lines!

But drawing a straight line also made Long Yan draw until he collapsed and was turned into a curve, what the hell is this.

Long Yan was furious.

It's impossible to do nothing by yourself! However, it is not bad to be able to draw curves, at least to piece together a circle, so Long Yan began to draw straight lines, and he didn't know how long he had been drawing, and the two dot lines finally came together indirectly.

"Boom!"

Long Yan heard a voice for the first time in hundreds of years after coming here, but for a moment, Long Yan shook his head, as an illusion, how could he hear a sound? It's been almost two hundred years, there is no ghost here, where can I hear it, even the body is my own fiction.

There is only a mass of consciousness, maybe it is a lump, or maybe it is a lump, Long Yan doesn't know what kind of shape he is, there is no mirror here, and he can't shine on himself.

Even if there is a mirror, you can't see it, it seems to be transparent, thinking about trouble, simply don't think about it anymore, there are too many things in this world that can't figure it out, you can't be entangled in one thing, that kind of life is no fun.

Thinking about it, Long Yan was ready to continue painting, not long ago he completed a circle, this time he wanted to draw the circle a little flattened, try to paint like an egg, otherwise it would be too cheap.

The endless void, although he is alone, but Long Yan feels that he is not alone, because he has found fun, maybe there will be a similar kind of person in the future, and when the other party sees that he has drawn so beautifully, then he can pretend to be good.

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