There was silence in the observation room.

Thousands of illusions, thousands of worlds, have long been exhausted, and all the worlds have turned into dust and smoke.

All that's left is the snow-white walls and the faint lights.

Day after day, without saying a word, he just watched quietly, not remembering that he was hungry, not knowing thirst, not knowing how to be tired, and not even noticing that the manipulator that Fang Qingchen had mentioned was quietly injecting him with nutrients.

So many things in the world, so many changes, rolling red dust, in front of him, he is just watching. He was just looking at Han.

The mind is numb and stiff. He just sat there, passively watching, watching, letting every scene change, every bit of old things, little by little, vividly engraved in his heart.

No matter how much mental preparation he has, no matter how calm and stoic he is, he can't still think when all this is coming. Until now, all the illusions had faded, and he still couldn't move, and it was still impossible for him to wake up from the illusion.

That scene is still circulating in front of his eyes, anytime, anywhere, as his mind moves, everything emerges in front of him.

He couldn't tell if it was the magic weapon called the eyeband that allowed him to travel through the record of time at will, or if he was in his own memories, continuing to look at the person in the illusion.

In front of me, there was only a familiar darkness.

In the dark, there is a young child who is trying very hard to learn all the skills in the male prostitution hall.

That dark filth, that terrible and filthy. That little child, in that kind of place, earnestly studied all the things that seemed to the world to be most obscene, and was still able to live happily and carefree, and ate and slept without any worries.

At this moment. Looking back and looking at the passing time, he can finally begin to understand, and he can finally react.

Han ...... He's not even open-minded, he's not stuck in things, he's just dull and stupid, and he doesn't understand anything.

Di Jiu wanted to laugh inexplicably. Seven hundred years later, Han's skill was so skillful that it once made him quite unhappy. It made him feel disgusted with the skills in bed. It's just that he doesn't even have the strength to stir the corners of his lips.

The sluggish one. Lazy, stupid kids, are so serious about learning. It's just that he doesn't understand what he's learning or what he's learning.

DID YOU KNOW. What will you become with everything you learn...... It will make people think, what are you......

On suspicion, suspicion, cruelty, exclusivity and hurtfulness in love?

How ridiculous, all this. It's not even a test, a trial.

Seven hundred years of wind, rain, frost and snow, seven hundred years of tossing and turning, it turns out that it is just a boring game caused by a boring woman.

A prank. A stupid guy. Stupid reaction......

In the darkness in front of me was the starlight of that night. It was the lazy child who, with all his might by the river, rescued a dying man.

So dark night, so dirty people, yet. How could he not recognize it. Such a familiar face. So familiar, a pair of cold eyes.

Seven hundred years of fate. That's why the seven hundred years of grievances and hatreds, and the seven hundred years of mysterious inheritance of the Shura religion, are just because of this heart, which has lasted for seven hundred years, and they can't be released, can't let go, and are still struggling with it.

Many, many years ago, he was suddenly taken to Shura, and began to train himself as a shadow guard.

Many, many years later, standing in front of the cold ice coffin, Han, who had been silent for a long time, put his hands on the cold ice, almost frozen but dazed......

"That man...... He once occupied a very important place in Di Fei's life...... The separation between Di Fei and Bai Jinghong may be because of this person, Di Fei was lonely all his life, or maybe it was also because of this person...... This person is you...... Is it your ancestor......"

"No...... No...... It's just that back then, he did meet someone in the small building...... That man is ...... with me It's inextricably linked......"

It's just that at that moment, how could he have imagined that the person in the small building that Ah Han said frankly was actually Ah Han himself.

The boy who was left out in the cold and could enjoy himself, the fool who saved people in a daze but didn't know that he was almost killed, the fool who promised never to leak his promises, but couldn't even tell the most basic lies.

He watched Han being tortured, watching the torturers wailing again and again and being hit to the point of collapse, looking at the young man, asking one after another with a blank face, the world simply refused and did not dare to think deeply about the question, Di Jiu's heart was cold, even in the face of the dripping blood, burnt flesh, and deformed limbs, he was not touched much.

It was already seven hundred years ago, and although that person was also Han, he was not the person he wanted to protect at all costs. He would use the most unwise method to fight with all his senses for Fang Qingchen to slap Ah Han, but he would not be moved in the slightest by all the suffering of that pure young man in this illusion.

However, Han's questions one by one would make him frown slightly unconsciously.

Seven hundred years ago, he used to be so fond of asking questions, and seven hundred years later, he used to have those eyes that were a little confused, and he couldn't understand what everyone was accustomed to.

It's just that seven hundred years ago, he really didn't understand, and seven hundred years later, he actually understood, but he didn't want to understand.

Seven hundred years ago, there was only confusion in his eyes, and seven hundred years later, after these confusions, there is more sadness that the world cannot see.

The Han he met was actually much smarter. At least although he still refuses to tell a lie, he has learned how to skillfully avoid truths that are not suitable for being said.

It's just that what kind of price did it take to exchange for him, so that he could finally have such growth?

Why...... Why do you have to ask, why do you have to think? Ordinary people in the world go with the flow, asking too much about the principles of heaven and human feelings, but asking for troubles. Even if you are a fairy among the gods, what benefit and help can you do in this worldly suffering?

In the end, it's just self-suffering!

Di Jiu sneered lowly, but in the next moment, he chuckled.

Even he couldn't believe that he was still in the mood to laugh like this when he looked at these incredible visions and these shocking true feelings, in fact, if it weren't for his natural tendency to have large and obvious emotional fluctuations, he should have laughed.

The gang rape order issued by the leader of the so-called five gangs couldn't make him worry and angry at all, but Ah Han's stupid guy was puzzled, and even asked out loud why people didn't gang rape him, so that Di Jiu couldn't laugh even if he was in such a complicated state of mind.

Looking at the changes in Ah Han after listening to the executioner's scolding, he looked back at his embarrassment, the expression on his face gradually understood, and then nodded again and again, and he didn't have to guess to know what he was thinking.

Di Jiu found that he couldn't stop laughing, seeing that Ah Han had been tortured so much, almost inhuman, and still stupidly confused thinking about such a serious question, Di Jiu felt that he couldn't do anything else except laugh.

He laughed for a long time, and in the end, he even had to reach between his eyebrows and try to calm his somewhat out-of-control emotions.

It turns out that laughing for a long time will also make people's nose and eyes astringent and sour.

Slowly lowered his hand, slowly still in the memories in his mind, looking at the person in the illusion.

He has been freed from suffering, with soft gums and pillows, and a golden horde and silver couch.

Countless servants, countless famous doctors, countless good medicines, and he slept sweetly and was extremely satisfied.

However, Di Jiu remembered that just now, he was still covered in blackened blood, covered with sores with large and small rotten pus, ten fingers stretched out, and he couldn't find a complete one, obvious deformities on his hands and feet, destined to be disabled, and he would be entangled with him for the rest of his life.

And he still just bears it calmly, still asks innocently, and still tries to learn everything about being a human being in a confused way, but he can never understand it.

Di Jiu stretched out his hand to support his forehead a little tiredly.

The state of mind that suddenly became desolate, is it just because I am tired? The discomfort in the corners of the eyes is just because I have been looking at it for too long.

His heart is vicious and cruel, and these past events hundreds of years ago have never touched him.

That person was originally an immortal, and all the sufferings suffered by the physical body were only illusory, and all the confusion in his state of mind was just the need to break the obstacles.

He understands all this better than anyone else, how can he still have feelings, sadness, and ...... Pain ...... - Nonsense divider -

Secretary Brown: These days, the first shift will be at 12 noon and the second at 9 p.m. If half an hour passes, everyone still hasn't seen the change, scratch your head, and wait. Then there was some unexpected situation, and the change was temporarily canceled and postponed to the next day.