readx;?“ I remembered......" Zhang Ping, who was in a daze, suddenly lowered his head, and then turned to look at Yu Tian and the others. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infos his gaze became strange, a little confused, but more of a nonchalant.

A howl of abomination was heard from the direction of the passage, and it was not long before the monster army rushed straight into the hall. Abomination bore the brunt of it, and with a strange scream, he pounced on Yu Tian and the others. Along the way, it was repeatedly injured by the traps set by Yu Tian and others, and it had already become extremely violent.

Zhang Ping looked at him with great disgust, and then stretched out his right hand and shook it fiercely. In an instant, the body of abomination exploded in the air. There is also an endless end to the explosion. All the corpses turned into a pool of blood and quietly retreated towards the end of the passage. A near-invincible force in the mirage world vanished in a few breaths.

"I didn't expect it, it turns out that you are a mirage" Yu Tian finally guessed Zhang Ping'......s true identity.

Zhang Ping looked at Yu Tian with a cold gaze without the slightest expression.

"I can't figure out a question, what are you doing with the pains you put in to build this world and erase your memories?" Yu Tian continued to ask.

"Don't you think my existence is too boring?" Zhang Ping turned his head slightly and looked at Yu Tian coldly.

"Don't try to stall, you can't kill me." Zhang Ping seemed to see through Yu Tian's intentions, shook his head and said, "But before I eat you, I can tell you my story, which can be regarded as a reward for you to help me recover my memories." ”

Every mirage is a world, and this is the fate of this kind of life.

The mirage was born out of nothingness, or rather, it was originally the product of the fragmentation of space. In the desolate land of the demon world, in the area full of space storms, it is the cradle of the birth of mirage.

When the mirage is born, it is outside the world because it is a small world in itself. It devours all things and uses them as bodies to build their own worlds.

A mirage can exist for a long time, especially when it reaches adulthood and no longer decides to expand its spatial body. At that time, it will devote all its energy to building the world within itself until it grows old and dies. The mirage of death will return everything it has devoured to its original world until the next mirage is born.

This mirage is strange, and soon after its birth, it begins to search for the meaning of its own life. After devouring some hapless humans, he became interested in this tiny creature, and he gave himself the human name Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping has been thinking about what is the meaning of mirage. If it's to survive, why build a complex world?

Mirage has no parents and no friends, and every mirage is lonely from birth to death, so Zhang Ping has to find the answer by himself. However, after hundreds of years of hard thinking, he found that there was no answer to this question at all.

There is no doubt that existence precedes meaning. Any living being with an independent consciousness will seek the meaning of its own existence, and this meaning can only be given by itself, which may sound a bit self-deceptive.

Zhang Ping couldn't find an answer, instinct drove him to continue to devour and grow, he wanted to become a great mirage, so he decided to build a city like never before.

Decades ago, Zhang Ping discovered the magic capital, and he felt that it was a good model for realizing his ideals. As a result, Zhang Ping began to build his own world based on the magic capital. As the construction progressed, Zhang Ping's consciousness slowly changed, and he suddenly thought, why can't he try to be a citizen of his own city? It's like a SimCity player who is tired of playing with God's perspective, and one day he suddenly wants to become his own citizen to experience a microscopic perspective.

This strange thought lingered in Zhang Ping's consciousness, and finally one day, he made up his mind to try to be a human.

Zhang Ping made a human shell for himself and was ready to inject his soul into it. But an accident occurred in the process, which eventually caused Zhang Ping to lose his memory.

At this time, Zhang Ping, as a mirage, completely lost control of his spatial body, and in his own body, Zhang Ping was just a pathetic human being, and he only had a false memory of being a human being.

So the mirage slowly spiraled out of control.

In Zhang Ping's plan, this magic capital is a perfect city, which will operate according to the normal model of the human world, and everything will be no different from the real world. But while Zhang Ping lost his memory, he also cut off all contact with this space. This also means that Zhang Ping has become a "mirage", and his consciousness is closed in his body.

The out-of-control body automatically generates a stress response, destroying most of the fictional humans, and all that remains is the protector and the abomination. The world began to wander aimlessly, devouring matter and living things according to its most primitive instincts, thus keeping the entire body running.

After a full decade, Zhang Ping finally found his memory in the depths of People's Square. This huge space is actually the location of the mirage's soul and consciousness, in human terms, this is the mirage's brain, and the five-colored ball of light is the mirage's origin consciousness. After ten years, the sealed consciousness will finally awaken, and the mirage will return to normal.

"That's my story." Zhang Ping finally finished his story, "Thank you for your company and listening this day. Now, it is time to say goodbye, and you will merge into this world and become a part of me. ”

"What if we say no?" Yu Tian said suddenly.

"This is my world, and you don't have any ability to say no." Zhang Ping shook his head, then spread his hands. As he moved, the entire hall suddenly began to shrink, and the walls of the hall became very soft, like a swamp of mud.

Yu Tian quickly threw out the stone map of Songshan Creek, and the painting scroll unfolded directly in mid-air, and then sucked everyone in, and then rolled it up again.

Zhang Ping silently looked at this strange scroll. As a space creature, he could easily tell that this scroll was also a small world. He stretched out his hand, and the stone map of Songshan Creek fell into his hand lightly.

"A small world within a small world?" Zhang Ping carefully examined the scroll in his hand, and then discarded it to the ground. When the scroll touched the pink ground, it began to slowly sink, eventually being swallowed in its entirety.

"I wonder what will happen after devouring another small world?" Zhang Ping closed his eyes, and his body began to melt, merging with the pink hall. To be continued.