In the night, which is destined to be unpeaceful, many people around the world are awakened from their dreams. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Social networks are boiling over, and countless people are eagerly waiting to witness what can be called a "miracle" in the world.

The dark night of Yashan was illuminated by thunder, the moonlight was eclipsed, and nine thunderclouds enveloped half of Yashan City.

The world knows the meaning of this miraculous sign - the transformation of God!

A news item titled "Yashan Manifests Ninefold Thunderclouds, and Another Great Monk of Transformation God Will Be Added to the World!?" has only been released for more than ten minutes, and the comments at the bottom have already exceeded 100,000.

People from the counties and cities around Yashan have gotten up at night, and the streets are full of people, looking at the direction of Yashan.

"Who's going to turn into a god here?"

"Not long ago, Li Xuan, chairman of Hanshan Group, was in the achievement of becoming a god, and he was also very powerful, but unfortunately it was too far away from us to see it, so I didn't expect to be able to witness it with my own eyes today!"

"Guess who this crosser is?"

"Didn't you hear that the prince of Anshan is in Yashan? he has already turned into a god in half a step, and this time he must have taken this last half step!"

Inside the Yashan Government Office Building.

Zhang Yiqiong and the others stood in front of the window, looking at the nine-fold thunderclouds in the sky, all with solemn expressions.

"Tell all the police forces of the police department to pull out the isolation line, and no more idle people are allowed near Yashan No. 1 Middle School, even if they are reporters, they are not allowed to shoot far away, if they don't listen to the advice and die, the government will not carry this black pot. ”

"Let everyone evacuate the mountain first, the thunderstorm will not be long-sighted. ”

Every time she gave her command, someone took the command.

......

Xing Ziliang withdrew his gaze, and his dark pupils were extremely calm.

"I'm in such a complete world that I can't imagine that this is just a story, so what would the world be like outside the book?"

"How did you get into the world of the book?"

In the shroud, the self-proclaimed "Writer" burst out laughing and replied, "Yes, you've always been a curious person. ”

"So what do you think the world outside of the book looks like?" he asked rhetorically.

"If I say that in the world outside the book, everyone has a pen, and everyone can write a story, a book and a world, do you believe it?"

Xing Ziliang shook his head, and the darkness in his eyes gradually faded a little.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe everything you say, including the meaning of your words, this is the world you write, and I don't believe it. ”

The writer asked, in a playful tone, "The facts are right in front of you, why don't you believe them?"

Xing Ziliang looked at him seriously and said, "I have a few questions, as long as you can answer them, I will believe them." ”

"If there really is a so-called book and a world, are all people outside the book the creator?"

"If you are all creators, where does the world outside the book come from, and where do you come from?"

"Are you sure you're not living under someone else's pen?"

The writer was stunned, and in his deep eyes, there were stars destroyed and black holes generated.

"If this is just your world, then why does this world come to life?"

"Don't forget, no matter what world people are, they can pick up a pen to write a story, and the story written by the person in the story will become another world?"

"If this is the case, where is the beginning and the end, is there only a cycle?"

Xing Ziliang kept throwing questions one after another, staring at the black shadow, as if he could see the other party's hesitation from the collapse of the stars.

"You don't even know the truth. ”

The writer was speechless and unable to answer a single question.

In the end, he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know, Xing Ziliang, I'm different from you, I don't have that much curiosity, I just want to live well." ”

"Your personality is the polar opposite of mine, and it's what I want to live the way I want to be. ”

The darkness in Xingzi Liang's eyes all faded, and he smiled easily, and it didn't matter if it was more.

"So, how are you going to kill me?"

The writer looked up at the sky and muttered, "He's coming......"

Xing Ziliang was stunned for a moment, and also looked up, except for the thunderclouds, he couldn't see anything.

"Xing Ziliang, I can't write a book, but I can still turn the book, and I can always see the direction of the story before you. ”

He stared at Xing Ziliang and said slowly: "You can understand me as the way of heaven and fate. And now, the way of heaven and fate will befall Xiao Tang, he is my incarnation, or according to your understanding, I will be Xiao Tang's 'golden finger', guiding him to fate and killing you. ”

He laughed, and the shroud gradually broke away from the black shadow and wrapped itself around Xiao Tang's body again.

"I have seen the direction of the story, the Protoss is coming, and under his obstruction, Wang Xiang will eventually fail to transform into a god and fall to the cliff mountain. ”

"And Xiao Tang will be brought back to Xianjing and become your nightmare forever. ”

Xing Ziliang shook his head and smiled, and spoke very seriously.

"If you can't even write the story according to your heart, it means that the story is changing on its own, and the direction of the story you see must be right?"

"If the story is alive, then it is full of uncertainty, changing by everyone's choice, and butterflies stirring their wings to change the course of history. ”

The dark shadow of the writer swayed, as if the truth had been punctured, and he was extremely angry.

Xing Ziliang smiled even more happily, and said word by word: "I won't believe everything you said before." ”

"I will find all the truth by myself, and if there is a day outside the sky, one day, I will personally go to the world outside the book and grab you by the collar!"

"I will prove that I exist!"

The writer howled angrily.

"Xing Ziliang, I want you to die!"

But at the same time, the black shadow is gradually disappearing, as if it has been stripped away from this world little by little!

Xing Ziliang understood that he couldn't stop it, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was smiling and saying goodbye to the writer.

......

Above the thunderclouds, a figure suddenly came.

He was wrapped in a white cloth and showed a pair of emotionless eyes.

"There are people who turn into gods at this time, and your fate is not good, and you are destined to fall. ”

Inside the Immortal Tomb Palace.

The old man raised his head suddenly, his eyes shot away, looking through this small world.

"How could there be a Protoss!"

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