Every story has to have a protagonist.

And every protagonist needs to have little monsters around them.

After all, the so-called story is slowly strung together by the protagonist defeating the little monsters one by one.

It's just that...... Sometimes, when the author accidentally takes the wrong script......

No, no, no...... This is definitely not something that can be fooled by taking the wrong script, this is obviously full of malice.

While complaining angrily, while holding Qianqian's weak and boneless delicate body, Kazama Yangyu squinted his eyes slightly, letting the biting sea breeze mixed with the cold sea water hit his face.

The wind is whistling in the ears, and the waves are swaying around.

If the waves of Chibi can be described as "the waves crashing on the shore and rolling up a thousand piles of snow", then the wind is undoubtedly a heavy snowfall, goose feather snow, and even the mood will be frozen into ice sculptures of the twilight snow of a thousand mountains.

If you have to say a neat description of the battle at this moment, it is "turbulent and cloudy, breaking through the sky".

From the chill at the beginning, to the chill that permeates the entire sea.

Finally, now, it is like being in a whirlpool, turbulent currents.

The peaceful and pleasant scenery of the sea in the afternoon is long gone.

As far as the eye can see, there are only turbulent waves surging one after another, surrounding the two of them in the wind and feathers.

If it weren't for the string of merman tears that happened to be Xiaoyu, it is estimated that the current Kazama Yangyu and Qianqian would have been swept into the vast sea.

But even so, there was still a lot of seawater, riding the chaotic sea breeze to break through the bottom line of the teardrop defense and splash in, slightly wetting the clothes of the two.

The silver light flew swiftly upwards, almost engulfed at first, and finally gradually rushed out of the hellish waves.

Although there are still waves rolling up from time to time, I can finally open my eyes well.

The afternoon sun, scattered from the air for a long time, hit Kazama Yangyu and Qianqian, making the two of them shiver fiercely.

The icy chill quickly dissipated.

In his arms, there was a sudden burst of hot temperature, which spread rapidly like a raging fire.

"Ahh

Shouting and letting go of his arms, Kazama was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

"That...... I'm sorry, I just subconsciously ......"

turned his head and quietly glanced at the delicate cheeks beside him, and Kazama's throat was suddenly a little dry.

Even his voice became a little hoarse and trembling.

"I didn't ...... It's okay...... Guardian's words...... It's okay......"

The intermittent sentences, but as thin as a mosquito's groan, were quickly torn apart by the sea breeze, and could not be found.

Today's wind, unexpectedly, is a little noisy~

Kazama Yangyu, who didn't hear the reply, "chuckled" in his heart, and for a while, he didn't know what to do.

It must be hated......

Kazama suddenly misses Herr's crisp slap, at least that way, he can alleviate the guilt in his heart, if he ignores it completely, it feels like a silent trial, with silent violence, hanging people on the cross of morality.

"Qian...... Qianqian......? ”

Quietly turned his face away, and glanced apprehensively at the girl in front of him who was still in a daze, Kazama raised his feathers, and suddenly became a little stupid.

The red cheeks, with slightly obsessed lilac eyes, a few wet clothes, revealing a little creamy skin, and long silver hair, shine with a mesmerizing beauty in the afternoon sun.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly coming back to her senses, Qianqian raised her head in panic, and a somewhat unnatural smile appeared on her seductive face.

"Lord Guardian, what's wrong?"

"Uh......"

Completely, without a lifeless look......

I felt, unexpectedly, became lively...... Or, is it hiding something......

"Yoyo, happy? Excited? Emotional? But the danger hasn't passed yet, it's about love or something, but you have to put it aside first~"

The teasing words, with strange pronunciations, came from underneath, quickly pulling the boys and girls who were a little out of the scene for a while back to reality.

Although the words were a little embarrassing, they were indisputable facts, and Kazama smiled wryly, and looked down intently as he listened to the sound of stomping his feet.

Then, fall back into sluggishness.

The dense cold air, like mist, quietly covered the sea surface in a radius of more than ten miles.

Let the wind blow, but also just gather and scatter, if a pool of clear water, no matter how you shake, will stubbornly return to the original state.

In the icy mist, the waves dozens of feet high, like small tsunamis, jumped up, turning the entire sea area upside down.

Hawkers, to put it simply, the waves dance the silver snake, the wave gallops the wax elephant, and wants to compare with the heavens.

At first glance, it is almost as if the entire sea has been swept over.

However, this is not all that shocks, the most shocking thing is the huge ghostly black shadow hidden under this icy sea.

Miles of shadows, swaying slightly, suspended beneath the surface of the sea covered in white mist, making it impossible to see its true face.

Even the largest blue whale known to Kazama was nothing more than a small fish and shrimp in front of it.

The conversation changed, but suddenly he asked without a clue, "I don't know, do you have a feeling, there are many scenes, obviously you haven't experienced it, but it feels familiar, and even, sometimes, you can know in advance the bricks, tiles, grass and trees of the scenes you have never entered, and even accurately predict what will happen in the next few seconds?" ”

It was as if an electric current rushed up from the bottom of his feet, and Kazama Shoha suddenly froze. He often encounters these events when the scene predicts and predicts the future, especially after entering puberty, and he has also asked other adolescent children around him, and found that many people have similar experiences with him, from confused familiarity to accurate predictions, depending on the subject, the strength and weakness will be different. Although so-called experts often use the so-called "sense of déjà vu" or "cerebral cortex discharge" to explain these familiar feelings, it is difficult to have a theory to explain the prediction of the future. Thinking of this, Kazama raised his head suddenly, a raging flame burning in his eyes, and his desire for the unknown exploded in an instant.

Yan looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to be a different person, and suddenly laughed softly, "Actually, these are just because they have experienced it yourself. ”

Seeing the confusion flashing in Kazama's eyes, Kazama continued, "This, I have to nag about the structure of life again. The existence of life is divided into three parts: the body, the person, and the origin soul. ”

"Person and Origin Soul?" Kazama felt that his mind was a little messy right now.

"Yes. I won't explain the physical body, but let's talk about the origin soul first, the origin soul is the most essential form of existence, it is not limited to certain dimensions, or at least in the case that we can only deduce to the dimension where the physical body is located at most two levels higher, we cannot find the limitations of the origin soul. You can think of it as a higher dimensional being. As he explained, his fingers moved slightly, and in the suspended membrane in the air, a substantial snake-like substance suddenly appeared, which meandered and moved, passing through the middle of the translucent balls, and finally turning back, ending in hand, forming a closed loop, which could connect all the balls, including the dimensional gap between them.

"This ...... Is it the Origin Soul? Kazama seemed to suddenly understand something.

"It's just that I'm saying that, in fact, he's not limited to a higher dimension than us. It was everywhere, passing through dimension after dimension, and finally joining together. And each origin soul in a particular dimension is what we understand as a general soul. ”

"Boom!" In his head, something suddenly exploded, and Kazama suddenly felt that the world in front of him was different, and muttered, "So, the prophecy of the future we experienced was actually because the souls were originally adjacent, and then passed on what the origin soul had experienced in another dimension?" ”

"It may or may not be." Just when Kazama thought that he had comprehended the new world, he gave an uncertain answer, and he smiled wryly as he explained, "We don't know the state of existence of the timeline, because we are limited to this dimension, even if we rely on reasoning, we can understand a higher dimension, and even rely on the results of these reasoning to spy on a higher dimension, but we can't spy on a higher dimension." ”

Kazama nodded, indeed, it's like you can estimate that a numerical range is 0.1 to 0.5 from some definite conditions, and then use a few such uncertain ranges to infer more uncertain ranges, such as 0.001 to 0.0125, but, the next step, there is nothing you can do about it, because you don't know that you need several such uncertain numbers to infer the lower range. Such an inference is meaningless.

"Therefore, we also have no way of knowing whether the timeline is a higher axis that permeates every dimension or a completely new axis independent of all spatial dimensions." Kazama raised his head from his contemplation and suddenly asked, "Right?" ”

"You have a good understanding." Yan nodded, "So, either the information is transmitted from the same level of dimension through the Origin Soul, or because the timeline is a closed ring, and our Origin Soul has been moving on this ring, repeatedly. And the information we see is the imprint that remains on the Origin Soul. ”

"But how boring is it that the Origin Soul runs along the same history every time. Moreover, isn't many things probabilistic, and every time it's the same, it's different, right? ”