The dark sky covered the earth, and huge white bones dug diagonally into the depths of the soil, thousands of meters long, like a staircase to the sky, it was hard to imagine what kind of creature died to leave such a magnificent corpse.

The white bones were surrounded by dense skeletons, with faint dark fires burning in their eye sockets, stumbling and walking, without a clear direction, let alone a clear goal.

A huge black shadow rose from the distant horizon, somewhat similar to a bone dragon, but before it could rise to much height, it was stabbed by a flying white bone spear, screaming and falling to the ground.

The dust rose and a white-boned warhorse appeared, riding a tall skeleton with a ghostly fire in its eye sockets almost spreading outside. The skeleton held a bone spear in each of its left and right hands, and six arms behind its back, five of which held the same spear in their hands, and it was obvious that the bone spear was thrown by the empty hand.

The tall skeleton rode a white bone war horse, quickly approaching the dying bone dragon, and several hands began to charge, ready to throw more bone spears to kill the bone dragon, looking murderous, like the only god in this world.

The above picture was carefully drawn on a blank piece of paper.

The white paper was laid out on a large room table, and the eight-armed skeleton Anan sat at the table, each holding a paintbrush in each of his eight arms, working on some details.

For example, should the skull head in the painting be a little bigger, should the fire in the eye socket be more turbulent, and should the bone dragon be larger to highlight the heroism of the skeleton......

"Rustling ......"

The eight-armed skeleton Anan kept drawing.

"Click......

Pandora walked over, glanced at the drawing, and grabbed it.

Anan, the eight-armed skeleton, looked up at Pandora with a puzzled look.

Pandora replied with a straight face: "No need to draw anymore, let's die, it's impossible." Why, you want to recreate that Nikomans dead civilization? As a skeleton, you like a world full of bones, understandably, but now you're asking everyone for advice in order to create a perfect new world, what do you like to hand this in?"

The eight-armed skeleton waved its eight arms and protested: Why is it not like words, he thinks it is good.

"The protest is ineffective, okay, think again. Pandora said, unceremoniously clumping the paper into a ball and throwing it away in the corner.

On one side of the table, the old lich, who was also painting, watched this scene, quietly put away the paper, and redrew it with a new piece of paper.

On the other side, the demonic puppet Bibi is immersed in her own world, not interested in everything in the outside world.

"Rustling ......"

A few minutes later, Bibi finished painting, picked up a thick stack of hundreds of drawing papers, and ran to Pandora: "Hey, Pandora, take a look at my idea." ”

Pandora took it, looked at them one by one, and then frowned slightly.

After looking at a dozen of them, Pandora couldn't help it, pointed to a blacked-out black square on the paper and couldn't see anything at all, and asked, "What is this?"

"Bread monster. Bibi said seriously.

"Huh?"

"Bread Monster!" Bibi explained solemnly, "It's a monster with bread all over it, it's not a threat at all, but it tastes excellent, and we usually live in the wild, so we can catch it and eat it when we're hungry." If you can't finish eating, you can let it go, and after a few days, it will be able to grow the eaten parts, and then grab it and eat it. How?"

Pandora: The expression on ......'s face was a little distorted, as if she was trying to endure something.

"And the rest of your drawings are pretty much the same?" asked Pandora.

"That's right. Bibi enthusiastically introduced, "Look, this is a sausage monster, this is a milk monster, this is a steak monster, and this one is ...... Bang, oops!"

Halfway through speaking, Bibi received a heavy blow on the head and couldn't help but scream in pain.

Covering his head, he looked at Pandora aggrievedly: "Why are you beating me?"

"What do you say!" Pandora said angrily, "I emphasize again, asking for your opinion and the rest of the people, not so that you can fantasize about everything, it must be reasonable, like the sausage monster, the milk monster or something, don't take it out for me to review." Think about it with your brain, if it really happens, the sausage monster runs all over the ground, and the milk monster flows in the river, what will the new world look like?"

"It's normal. Bibi still insisted on her opinion, and then took another hard blow to the head.

"Bang, oops!"

Bibi is finally honest.

In the distance, many of the people at the table were also honest.

On a piece of paper in front of Gro, the words were written: I hope that in the new world, I can become the most powerful person.

After seeing what happened to Bibi, he quietly erased this line of words, thought about it and changed it to: Hope, in the new world, it's better than now.

Then he added: Well, by the way, in the new world, it's better not to have Nancy.

As soon as he finished writing, he felt a sharp gaze looking at him, and then a voice full of murderous intent sounded: "Why, you hate me so much? It's a little interesting, I don't usually see it, is it because you don't have the guts, or have no backbone, or no?"

"......" Groh didn't dare to speak, and watched as his paper was snatched away by Nancy next to him, and then the "don't" in the middle of the last line of words was turned into: Well, by the way, in the new world, it is better to have Nancy.

The paper is returned.

Nancy patted Gro on the shoulder, her face was full of smiles, her smile was full of murder, and said, "You wait, our business is not so simple." I've bullied you very restrained in this world, to the new world, hehe, we'll see. ”

The muscles on Gro's face twitched, and the whole person didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to move.

......

Outside the room, there were many more people thinking and writing their opinions.

In an ornate room, Sherlock lies on a fluffy bed, being fed grapes by Lucia, the little maid.

After Lucia finished feeding a bunch of grapes, she asked aloud, "Young Master, what should we write for our opinion?"

"What to write, hmm...... Let me think about it......" Sherlock replied after a long second of thought, "just write as it is." ”

"Huh?"

"After all, there's nothing to improve, isn't it?" Sherlock said, "at least I think we're happy enough in our lives that we don't need to add anything more, and we shouldn't be too greedy." ”

"Okay, just write it as it is. ”

......

In a small courtyard.

In the study, the sorceress looked at a blank piece of paper on the desk, a little distracted. She thought a lot, but wrote nothing.

Next to it, on another small desk, the righteous girl Nellid wrote quickly, "rustling" non-stop, and sometimes with a silly smile on her face.

Heidi, the catwoman girl, glanced curiously at Nellid's paper, hoping to have some reference, but the next moment she was blocked by the aware Nellid's hand, and then a serious warning: "Don't peek, write your own!"

"Okay. Heidi looked down helplessly, thinking hard.

......

In an attic.

"Click, click, click......"

Jessica, a female apprentice, used big scissors to cut Bobobo Vicky's crazy green hair.

Popbovich looked at the blank paper in front of him seriously, and then wrote solemnly: I hope that everyone in the new world will not grow hair.

"Teacher!" exclaimed Jessica next to her.

"Huh?" Pobopol Vic turned his head to look at Jessica, and after a few seconds realized something, he quickly changed it to: I hope all the men in the new world don't grow hair. Well, it's good to be bald.

A short time after he finished writing, there was a knock on the attic door.

"Bang bang bang!"

The voice is muffled and powerful.

Popobo Vicky opened the door in confusion, and saw a tall bald man in a red robe standing outside, watching him slowly speak: "My name is Abel, I think we may have something to talk about." ”

"Well, what are you talking about?" Popobo Vic was puzzled, "we don't seem to know each other...... Ahh

Before he could finish asking, he was pulled out by the other party, and then there was a scream of Pobobo Vic outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

......

In an underground hall.

Five people sat around a bone table, each with a blank piece of paper in front of them.

The first was Rommel, the director of the Truth Society in a golden robe, who wrote seriously on a piece of paper: I hope that the new world will be free of nuclear weapons.

The second is that the white-robed Society of Truth is in charge of the Dead Sea, and earnestly writes on paper: I hope that there will be no traitors in the new world.

The third is the black-robed Truth Society's head Gray Mist, who earnestly wrote on a piece of paper: Hope for a new world, there is no ...... Well, there is no sky.

The fourth is the gray-robed head of the Truth Society, Red Moon, who earnestly wrote on a piece of paper: Hope for a new world...... Respect the elderly.

The fifth is the red-robed head of the Truth Society, Foehn, who wrote seriously on a piece of paper: I hope that the new world will give me more opportunities to appear, after all, I am the strongest manager, there is no one!

As soon as the five of them finished writing, a person suddenly walked in, threw a piece of paper on the white bone table, and said without refusal: "Change everything you wrote and replace it with the content on this paper." ”

The five of them were stunned for a moment, and when they looked at the person who walked in, they saw that it was a very old man with a wrinkled face, who was none other than the true god of the Truth Society, Gog.

As for the content of the paper, it is simple: the truth will, well, must be left as it is.

The five of them looked at it with strange expressions, and Rommel was the first to look at Gog and said, "My God, actually...... I kind of hope that there won't be any more truths in the New World, after all...... Nothing works. ”

"Hmm. The Dead Sea nodded, "Reconsideration." ”

"Reconsideration. Gray Mist said.

"Reconsideration. Hongyue also said, explaining, "I just want to rest and rest." ”

"I could be as you wrote, true God. "Foehn says something different.

Gao Ge raised his eyebrows, looked at Foehn with some appreciation, and said with a smile: "I am really not mistaken, you are my most loyal subordinate." ”

"Well, my God, I'm not done yet. Foehn added, "I can do the same as what you wrote, but I have one condition. ”

"Condition, what condition?"

"That is, if it really happens, I will be the true god, and you will be my subordinate. After all, I've been serving you for so long, you should always give me something in return, right?"

"You!" Gog's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to point at the foehn wind, "You're a rebellion! You're just a dog, and you want to be your master......! Ahh

Before he could finish his words, he screamed, and he was punched in the stomach by the foehn wind, and then he was pinned by the neck and pressed to the table.

"My God, for the sake of the past, I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language......" Foehn said angrily.

Goge blushed and looked at Rommel for help, but Rommel and the others were very neatly hidden, and Hongyue also put away the paper and pen on the table, which was broken.

Gog: "You ...... You ......"

......

Outside the hall, there were many more people writing their opinions.

Machu: I was wrong, please take back all my lucky abilities in the new world, and give it back to whom.

Frank: I'm fine, I'm happy with my life now, as long as the new world doesn't take back my old doom abilities and stay with that kid.

Blood Princess Jasmine: May the true blood of my royal family live forever, and may my Sika Kingdom live forever.

Sauron, God of War: May my Majesty live forever, may my great Soma Alliance perpetuate, and may all those who are enemies of my country perish.

Peter the Brown Bear: Actually...... My lifespan can be about the same as that of a normal person, and if I can die of old age, I will be satisfied.

Macbeth from the Whitestone Tower: Hope that New World will have delicious marmalade, and hope that New World will meet her again.

Alex, a profiteer from the White Stone Tower: Nothing more than the peace of the ancestors, only that the ancestral graves will not be dug up.

Miss Anne from St. Louis: I hope that in the new world, I can be a simple, worry-free girl.

Princess Ruth from the Kingdom of Black Sacred Mountain: I hope that in the new world, I will have less money, less fiancé, and less shame.

Greens from the rest of the planes: I hope that in the new world, I will have many good friends who can work with me to protect the forest.

From Ximu, who is still working: That ...... Little girl called Green, can I go to your forest, I've had enough of working.

Gregory from the Forest: The forest is full, don't come unless you can bring my abducted daughter with you.

From Pandora, who is reviewing a lot of suggestions: I'm busy, don't bother me, or I'll be killed at your own risk.

Ximu: Well, I can't go to the forest, I suspect you did it on purpose.

Martin Luther King, Jr., Arthur Ossheimer, Robert Albert, Tycho: Less to say, we haven't said yet......

Countless ordinary people from numerous other places...... John, Johnson, Bob, Hans: We, and we, we're going to say ......

There are people, there is conflict.

"Hans, how dare you write to marry my wife in the New World?!"

"She's beautiful. ”

"She's beautiful, and she's my wife, so you're not allowed to think about it. ”

"Cut, he is your wife in this world at most, and when she arrives in the new world, it depends on whether she is willing or not. ”

"I don't care, you change it for me immediately, if you don't change it, I'll write to the new world, your mother will be my daughter, and I will be your grandfather!"

"Well, if my mother is your daughter, you should be my grandfather, right?"

"Then be your grandfather. ”

"Fuck off! I didn't promise, shut up!"

"Then you change it for me first!"

"Don't change!"

"Then I won't shut up, I want to be your grandfather and grandfather. ”

"Then I'll kill you and punch me!" The man named Hans, as he spoke, flew up and kicked the other man in the face, and the two quickly got into a fight.

There are similar situations in many places.

......

A high mountain.

Richard sat on a rock at the top of the hill and squinted into the distance, as if he had seen everything in the world, with a smile on his face.

"Click......

Footsteps sounded, Crete climbed the mountain from behind Richard, stood beside Richard, and reminded Richard: "Hey, you don't care, because of asking for advice, many people in your world have been fighting." ”

"Let them fight, I have limited the combat effectiveness of many of them, and nothing serious will happen. ”

"That's what I'm talking about, you can't kill people by beating like this, it's so boring. ”

Richard: "......"

Turning his head to look at Corrit, he asked, "You seem to be idle, and your new world has been created?"

"How is that possible?" Corrit laughed to himself, "It's only been a long time, I haven't even built a framework, and now I realize that creating a world is not as simple as I imagined, and it takes a long time to think about a small detail." Moreover, the more perfection is pursued, the more painful it becomes. What about you, where are you in your creation of the world?"

"It's coming, it's coming. Richard stood up, squinting into the distance, and the smile on his face grew stronger, which he had barely smiled before, but now he smiled more and more.

He laughed and exclaimed, "Wait a little longer, and you'll see the new world I'm about to create." Believe me, it's a world that's not absolutely perfect, but it's absolutely beautiful. ”

"Well, I'm looking forward to it, looking forward to visiting you next time I visit you in your new world. ”

"Well, we'll see you then. ”

"Goodbye. ”

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