Huang Mo was stunned by what happened suddenly, straightened up and saw Jun Li's face in front of his eyes, he held Huang Mo up, she didn't know how to water, she could only hug him tightly, but now she was floating in the water in a close intimate posture.

"What's going on, Master...... Put me on the shore, I can't water! Huang Mo was shocked and frightened, and screamed again and again.

"It's for you to come down and sober up, and listen to what you just said!" Jun Li's voice was still full of anger, but it was no longer as stern and cold.

"What did I say! Am I wrong?! When Huang Mo heard this, his anger also came up, regardless of whether he would be directly sunk in the next second: "I know you don't care about me, but I think I have done everything I should do, you gave me your eyes, but I also got your elixir back for you, you and I don't owe each other from now on!" ”

"You!" Jun Li seemed to be angry, and the always elegant lines next to his eyes actually converged, and then he actually smiled and said in a low voice: "You say we don't owe each other?" But you owe me my life! ”

"It's a big deal, I'll pay you back!" Huang Mo's neck was horizontal: "Anyway, cats have nine lives!" ”

……

Huang Mo's words were blocked by his lips before he finished speaking, Huang Mo almost didn't turn his back on a fork, Jun Li's kiss did not have his usual elegance at all, but it was extremely simple and rude, and it also carried an extremely abnormal heat and enthusiasm, almost swallowing Huang Mo's whole life alive.

"It's over, Master is really angry, I didn't say it if I knew it!" Huang Mo's brain only had time to think of this sentence, and his brain was swollen by his fierce kiss, and he let the air in Huang Mo's mouth a little bit. After sucking it up, Huang Mo had no time to think about whether the master was really dizzy and behaved out of line, but under the cold water, Huang Mo felt his body temperature getting hotter and hotter, and her body was about to melt in this pool.

"Hmm, hmm, Master......" Huang Mo was finally let go in the moment before she fainted, and just as she was gasping for breath, Master attached to her ear and whispered a word, making her lose all her strength.

"Stay with me."

His eyes were fixed on Huang Mo, extremely serious.

Huang Mo's brain nodded uncontrollably, and Jun Li smiled faintly.

They were arguing and shouting, in the best and trouble-free time.

And the fragments of memory flew again, but finally fell in an unknown place, burning a brilliant fireworks, crushing their bodies, and finally seeing their identities peeled off layer by layer, from Laowanfeng and Chengyu to Laowanfeng and Qiongshanyin, and gradually moving forward, the young prince and the little girl, the child in the village and the boy with the red silk thread, have been to the end of the world of the two people.

Huang Mo and Jun Carp.

Qianxue and Junyu have received the same seal in many parallel planes, and under the supreme orders of Mousse and Angel, they rule so many worlds to keep their balance, but this balance can be easily broken.

The collapse of one world means that another world will also be eroded.

At each point where yin and yang meet, that is, the maximum load limit that data can carry, if human activity exceeds the limit of this load, it will collapse.

This can be seen in the fate of the fourth group.

They did not belong to any one world, but were part of his experiments, and he put them into one of them, and in the name of God he gave them abilities that could be developed at that time when they did not belong to this world.

Oil was a sacred object he gave them.

The discovery of oil promoted the rapid development of their society, but this experiment still failed, because the emergence of the fourth type of human beings certainly promoted the development of that era, but it also contributed to the development of greedy human nature, wanton distortion of development, and the balance of the whole world was devastated.

The collapse of a world upsets the balance of the whole.

They have lost all their memories since they were born, and this long and arduous journey is the path of all the artifacts they have experienced, as the girl who reconciles yin and yang, and the boy who chooses to become the guardian of eternity.

And from the embryo to this big, it begins to disperse and solve the problem again.

Slowly, all the surrounding scenes turned into countless data swirling, and the space they fell into every time also turned into a vast sea, and they saw the people carved in the depths of their memories, the things they recorded, everything seemed to be quietly dissolving.

And from his side, there was a cloud of data condensed into a flower, and along the bud, the appearance of the two appeared in front of their eyes, it was the Emperor of Heaven dressed in white.

"Why am I not surprised to see you now?" The Emperor of Heaven said.

His gaze fell on them, and with a flick of his fingers, their bodies condensed again.

"You know what? The world is made of these data, and as long as I have these things, I can build my own world. ”

"What are we?" Jun Carp watched his body recover and raised his head blankly.

"What are you?" The Emperor seemed to laugh at his words, saying, "We are all the same, the dust of the universe. ”

The opening of the world and the desolation of the universe are just a drop in the ocean that makes up this world. They call the Creator God, but where did God come from?

It is nothing but a cosmic dust that meets the selflessness of light and the grace of water.

Zhurong is the light, and the co-workers are the water, they are the foundation of all life, and after many years of struggle, they are still inseparable and inseparable.

And this miracle gave birth to man.

"It turns out that everything we do is nothing more than a contradiction as a human being, an exploration as a god?" Qianxue asked.

The Heavenly Emperor looked at the Celestial Divine Monarch who was following behind, and he was still standing tall behind him, as if he would never betray him no matter what he encountered.

And they all waited in this place for too long.

"What's behind it that controls everything?" Jun Li asked.

The Emperor of Heaven was silent, but he spread out his hand in the hustle behind him, and in his hand spun a stone that seemed to be liquid, and Qianxue recognized it at a glance as the liquid substance she had seen in the place where the fourth type of people lived.

"It's—"

"It's a trial." Heavenly Emperor Road.

"Whose test?"

The Emperor looked at him, a chilling smile on his face.

"You've experienced it for yourself, I've been waiting for your return here, Jun Li, or should I say you're Mousse?"

The name Mousse poured into his ears, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which was so strong that it was as if he had triggered the button of his memory.

He remembered the creator of God, the original place of origin of Pangea.

At the beginning of the chaos of heaven and earth, Pangu cut the chaos with a giant axe, so that everything opened the origin of life, and light and water gave life, and everything had meaning.

But there are parallel and opposing parts of the world.

The demise of the fourth type of people is a reflection of the self-inflicted destruction of later generations after exhausting resources.

With their efforts, they observed the life they conceived, trying to know if the light born under this miracle would shine in all directions, but the Creator turned on the desires that should not be opened.

Life is such a complex creature, as long as there are creatures in the world, it will present a completely different scene, for the sake of self-reproduction, they ignore other lives, devour other races, and the human beings who were under their control before began to have wisdom.

Something called civilization began to be conceived in their spiritual realm, and this was something that the Creator did not understand at all. He was just a cold and rational data being, but when he saw the germination and irrigation of emotions, this chaos without any reason suddenly became interested.

Everything seems to fall into place, but there is also an irreversible situation.

Mousse leaves everything to the administrator of order and then blends into the world.

Countless of his avatars would have a virtual character in every balanced world, and a few years later, a presence that puzzled him appeared in the midst of human emotions that he could not understand.

That is the love between human beings.

This is the basis of their reproduction, but because of it, they do a lot of things that he doesn't understand.

What is love?

He couldn't understand it, but he wanted to understand it. So he used the database, called up all the data from it, and then used the same parts of himself to construct a virtual character.

He named her Angel.

When Angel saw him again, she was looking at the crystal clear water above her head, where she could see the bright moon and the faint silhouette of a human figure reflected in front of her.

Now, do you know where the floating life is?

In the water, she tried to speak, but a string of transparent bubbles overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and she flew lightly into the sky. His faint eyebrows and eyes paused for a moment, and then he disappeared into the water after a few trembles like the TV screen that would jump snowflakes a long, long time ago.

She wanted to tell him a little stunned that this was the floating life, but no one could find her.

Here, she took her humble secret and buried everything under the water.

Human souls are so lonely, they are together in groups, but no one will speak to each other, as if after death, they will talk endlessly about the living body. In order to maintain this delicate balance, they made up a code for themselves, and when the first dead soul to make a sound, it would be pulled to a place that no one knew about.

Probably there, it's a hell made up by humans.

In the human world, humans can make up code and manipulate everything in the world. But the code of the soul, which they cannot copy or imitate. When a person dies, it seems that he is completely disconnected from the world, and he cannot even prove the traces of his existence. The cold soul misses the past life, becomes the ephemera itself, and tries to connect to the network of the world, in a vain attempt to cross the barrier between life and death, and touch the cool fingertips of God.

They don't want to be isolated, forgotten by that world.