readx; The man moved, stood up, patted some of the sand sticking to his cloak, stooped out of the bedroom, strode out of the house, and stood in front of seven or eight thugs. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info．． The thugs rode sand bikes that could drive across the desert, apparently old, and looked massive and bloated. The body was oily and had been modified with tapered steel spikes on the sides of the car or a thin spur baffle at the front.

They still had guns in their hands, all of them rifles from the old days, and although they weren't as good as magic weapons, it was fairly easy to get some holes in the unarmed men. What's more, one of them is still holding a rocket launcher, although they only have one shell, but it is enough to use it to shock.

In the face of such firepower, as long as you are a little conscious, you know what to do.

So the man asked, "How much tax do you have to pay?" ”

The green ghost is a middle-aged man in his forties, maybe he used to be a strong man, but now his stomach is bulging, his muscles are not as good as before, and with that messy head, he may not be much better than a homeless man. He wore a blue sweat towel tied around his forehead and muttered a cigar he had picked up from nowhere. He was reluctant to smoke, but he just put the cigar in his mouth but lit it. He wore an old leather wallet with no underwear underneath and an iron necklace hanging from his fluffy chest. The leader on the sand cart held a rifle in his hand, pointed the muzzle at the man and smiled, "It depends on how much you think your life is worth." ”

A thin man, dressed in a patched cloak, walked up with a dagger in his hand, and when he smiled, he showed a row of yellow teeth inside, one of which was missing, and he reached out to search the man's body, and the dagger rested on the other's neck.

"You'd better not touch me." The man said softly.

The thin man giggled: "You're not a, what are you afraid of." Rest assured, our brethren have no interest in men's butts.

”dudu1;

Then he put his hand into the man's cloak, and the moment he touched the man's body, the thin man's hand first felt cold, and then there was a bone-eating pain! He screamed and pulled out his hand, and at some point a fire burned in his hand, a dark yellow flame. But the flames should have been blazing, but the thin man only felt cold to the bone. His hands were shattered in the flames, and the flames spread greedily throughout his body, and the thin man screamed in the flames and walked back, only to scatter into a cloud of ash before he had taken two steps. Strangely, his cloak and shoes were not damaged in the slightest!

The green ghost's eyes widened, the cigar in his mouth fell to the sand, and then roared, "Shoot, kill this bastard!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt the gun in his hand burn to death, and at some point, a flame had wrapped around his gun and then extended to his body. The leader screamed, but soon became silent as billowing flames erupted from his mouth and eyes.

In a matter of seconds, seven or eight thugs had all turned to black ashes, but there was no trace of burning in their clothes. As if doing something insignificant, the man turned to walk into the house. However, the moment he turned around, the space around him changed dramatically. The desert and the town are gone, and here is a deserted battlefield. There were still colored corpses on the battlefield, warships burning and falling in the distance, and the roar of some kind of giant beast could be heard in the void.

Just above this battlefield, a sea of fire spreads. Beneath the sea of fire floated a throne with a man sitting on it. He was extremely majestic, like a king who controls the life and death of all things, and condescendingly said, "How long will you escape?" ”

The man said lightly: "I call it confrontation." ”

"Confrontation?" The king on the throne said in a deep voice, "I don't know what the point of this is, just like you sigh at a dead thing." I really can't understand the behavior of creatures like you, and even if I sigh, it is impossible for a dead person to be reborn. ”

"You're right, our people are called the gods of destruction and creation, but we can create all things, but we can't create life. So I can only go to something to miss a face that has passed away. ”dudu2;

"Of course you won't understand, after all, you're not a living being, you're just a program created by the Creator."

The man's voice on the throne did not rise or fall in the slightest: "Since you understand this, you should know that such a confrontation of yours is meaningless. Even if I try to delay the fall of twilight by suppressing my will, it will eventually come. ”

"Just as there is no eternal thing in the universe, everything will always die, and life is a process from birth to death. When we come to dusk, we just finish this process ahead of schedule, so what's the point of your confrontation? ”

Gently removing the cape's hat to reveal a resolute face, the man said, "Even then, no one is qualified to complete the process ahead of schedule. After all, the Creator is just trying to plunder the energy of this universe, so why should he say it so high-soundingly. ”

"And what about you, and that so-called plan of yours." The man on the throne said, "Do you think you can hide it from me?" I didn't stop it, just because there was no point in you doing it. Let's not discuss whether this plan will succeed or not, and even if it does, what can I do if it is obliterated? ”

"As soon as I disappear, the Creator will know about it. When the time comes, it will enter this universe in person, and then it will not be the end of an era, but the destruction of the entire universe! ”

The man on the ground laughed: "If the Creator had direct access to this universe, he wouldn't have created you and us, and he wouldn't have created a cosmic farm like Ebones. It is unable to enter the universe directly, or to be able to do so, but it has to pay a high price that it is not willing to pay. ”

The man on the throne was silent. dudu3;

"Okay, you've talked enough today to disappear. While I can still suppress you, I'll have the final say, you know? The man on the ground stretched out his hand.

Like a corner of the unveiling of the curtain, the sea of fire and the throne of the battlefield disappeared one by one, the world is still the same world, and the town is still the same town. Only the voice of the man on the throne echoed softly in the air: "How long have you been able to suppress me, it doesn't matter, I can wait, time is also meaningless to me." ”

"But I have, bastard. At the very least, I can give him a little delay. ”

This time, no voice answered him.

The hut in front of him whispered, "You said before that if I love you, I will plant you a tree." I agreed, and I said I would plant a forest for you, because my love for you is beyond the reach of a tree. ”

"Unfortunately, I didn't have time to fulfill this promise, and I was forced into a deep sleep. Lanny, now that I've got you back a forest, will you blame me for being too late? ”

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