Liang De put away the pen and paper and helped up Oldman, who was crying and making trouble on the ground after roaring.

Sure enough, literature still needs a little talent.

Although the article is hateful, not every hard-working person can write a masterpiece, otherwise I would have become a writer long ago.

There are so many gentlemen in the middle of the family, but there is only one Cao Xueqin.

This old brother can't count on it, and wasted the opportunity to travel at public expense for this fixed mission, and can only consider himself unlucky.

Liang De put Oldman back on the sofa, and was about to let go, when the brown-haired young man on the verge of collapse suddenly grabbed his shoulder, and his voice was categorical:

"I don't believe I'm living in a dream!

It's all just your illusion!

You are an all-powerful messenger of the gods, and all this is just a lie you weave in order to make me create classic literature!

The empire is real, my family is real, I am not a dream! ”

Liang De sighed and said, "Brother, your conjecture similar to a 'brain in a jar' is a bit interesting, but if I really can do anything, how can I make you wake up and realize this?"

Besides, if your empire is real, there should be a lot of literary masters in the empire, wouldn't it be good for me to go to them, are you famous in the literary world?

According to the setting of false memory, you are a noble child, and you must have received an education in art, and I won't say any legendary epics, you can hum an imperial song now, can you hum it?

Come, I'll give you a tune, the red sun is rolling down the western slope - you come! ”

Oldman's face changed and changed, and finally became gray and dejected, like a lifeless dead leaf.

He knew what the little song meant, and he knew that there must be a little song in the empire, but his mind was empty, and he couldn't think of any kind of melody at all.

Liang De sat back on the sofa opposite Oldman and said:

"It's a matter of resource allocation.

The Dream World of True Essence is like a pomegranate of ten thousand colors, ten thousand different dreams are running in this world at the same time, and the resources of the world mobilized by each dream are limited.

So it's normal to cut corners, the world can't make up a whole set of detailed settings for you as a dead NPC, anyway, you can't go anywhere lying on the Gobi Desert, thinking is basically a simple formula, just stuff some memory for you to fool around.

If I don't interrupt, you'll probably have to repeat to the end of the world. ”

Oldman's dry eyes reflected the hollow sky, and he didn't speak for a long time.

This product has been deeply polluted by the Lingnan dialect outside the Guan, and now it has no passion, and most of them can't create any literary masterpieces.

Liang De opened the tablet to browse the list of known worlds, thinking about which world he would change to do the task after the restart of the boundary crossing gate in five days.

Literary and artistic work is difficult to do, and the Odeman collapse that is filmed now has no points, and it is estimated that it is not worth a few crystal clusters, and I can't say that I can only eat the basic salary this month.

"Liang ...... Mr. Leung. Oldman pressed his hands on the table and approached Liang Dedao:

"Is there anything you can do to stop the destruction of this dream?"

Mr. Liang has always been ruthless to useless people, and he looked at the tablet without raising his head:

"I told you that resources are limited.

The Spasmodic Pain Creature dreams every day, sometimes several, and once its new dream is reflected in Kukai, the earliest dreams generated in the Dream World of the True Essence are immediately shattered, allowing new dreams to be generated on the remains of old dreams.

This dream has turned rotten tomatoes color, it will be over in twenty days at most, there is no help, you can wait for death in peace. ”

Oldman still did not give up, and continued to ask:

"So, do you have a way for me to survive after the world is shattered.

Mr. Liang, in your eyes, I may be just a shoddy tool made by the Creator, with only a false past and a poor life, but for me, I am also a flesh-and-blood person. ”

Liang De raised his head, he was a little confused, and said:

"Brother, but what do you live for, I have seen people who live for their relatives, people who live for responsibility, and people who live for love, but you don't have any of these...... It stands to reason that you shouldn't have such a strong desire to survive.

I've also examined your body, and it's almost no biological instinct written, and it's an empty tabula rasa.

Brother, why do you want to live so much? ”

"Do you need a reason to live?" Oldman asked rhetorically.

"Don't you need it?"

"Do you need it?"

"Don't you need it?"

"Do you need it?"

Liang De was dumbfounded.

yes, do you need a reason to want to live?

No matter what mission he was given when he was created, no matter how he was created, he has awakened, he is a man of flesh and blood.

When did I start to feel like an extraordinary person on top of the top?

I'm just an ordinary person struggling to get home in the vast world, there's nothing good about it, don't pretend to be a ruthless boss,.

Liang De laughed self-deprecatingly, thought about it seriously and said to Oldman:

"Brother, even if you don't need a reason to live, how can I help you survive?

I can't stop the destruction of this dream, and I can't take you away with the Boundary Gate.

You are not a Realm Originator, and you cannot cross the Realms at will without the approval of the Realm Origin. Otherwise, taking you away will cost an extra 50 crystal clusters, I can still afford this money, although your brother Liang is poor, it is not particularly bad, and it will not be bad. ”

Oldman was like a lit dead grass, and his eyes gleamed with tenacity.

"You just said ......"

"Don't come here, you go brother, feel free, there's no need to do this."

Liang De handed Oldman a cigarette and lit it.

"Relax and say what you want to say."

Oldman took a puff of his cigarette as Liang De did, coughed violently, and blushed on his face.

“…… Brother Liang, as you just said, this world is made up of 10,000 dreams, which are destroyed one by one in the order in which they are generated, and then new dreams are generated on the wreckage.

I can't leave this world, so can I leave this dream and go to another dream?

As long as I keep shuttling between dreams, jumping from the world of imminent destruction to the new world, can I live forever? ”

Liang De rubbed the stubble on his chin and thought for a while, and said:

"Your body is a little worse, it's not impossible for me to change it for you, the problem is ...... It is impossible to see the color of another dream in a dream, and there is no way to determine what state a dream is in.

If it weren't for that, I would have run away a long time ago, and I wouldn't have stayed here to talk to you. ”

Liang De saw that Oldman was a little confused, so he explained:

"Every dream is connected to all the others, and every time you cross the border, you may step into a dream that is being destroyed, and if you get it, you can't escape it."

"It's better for me than waiting here to die, isn't it."

Oldman smiled and held out his hand to Liang De.

"Brother Liang, help my brother."

You're a very good language learner......

Brother Liang shook Brother Oldman's hand and said:

"Brother, I can help you, I have a friend who said that when you meet someone who wants to live, you can help him, I appreciate him.

But I have two things to make clear to you first. ”

"Brother, you say, I'll listen."

"First of all, my own academic philosophy is mainly practical, unless I am particularly familiar with the body, otherwise there will definitely be a difference in changing it.

If you want to change this body to the intensity that can transcend the dream, it is definitely not what you are now, objectively speaking, there is a high probability that you will not look too much like a person after the change, are you willing? ”

"No problem, Brother Liang, didn't you say it, I was born an orphan, and I just looked like a human, I don't have the slightest blood relationship with ordinary humans, it doesn't matter what I look like."

"What about the second, brother, even if you can survive by passing through dreams all the time, but in your future life, everything you encounter, everyone you know, is all fake, and the maximum shelf life will not exceed 10,000 days.

I imagined this kind of life, it felt pretty empty, can you stand it? ”

"It's okay, Brother Liang."

Oldman got up and took off the small blue camera from Liangde's neck and hung it around his neck.

"I'm already thinking about what I'm going to do."