"Collecting the Memories - Meeting Joy"

The white marble castle, the Gothic style, the pointed dome, the tiered structure, the spacious hall, to be honest, I was not used to it.

I asked why I liked the building.

She was still those petite, childish faces, big blue eyes, a trace of soft slightly curly hair, as if she was still the little girl she saw for the first time, she seemed to have stopped her physical age on that day, and she had not grown anything except her mind.

Do you want to remember that time forever?

I didn't ask that question.

I still remember the strange expression on her face when she answered my question, as calm as if curious, didn't I understand why I asked this question?

[Because-nine days, there is no such building, it has not been in this world, it is clean, I like clean places. 】

[Eh——? 】

She didn't go on.

My reaction was that the strange idea in this guy's little head was really unguessable.

I didn't understand why the tall pilasters and enclosed arcades were built like this, as if they were ......

It seems that there are many people living here, and people come and go every day.

But there are clearly only two people living here.

But everywhere was full of life, with firewood burning on the fireplace, two cakes scattered on the red carpet, and statues on either side of the long aisle built on the first floor with traces of graffiti, which were secretly painted.

The first floor is the parlor, which comes in through the arcade at the main entrance of the castle, which is very wide and long, and honestly, I think I can sleep in that corridor.

We ate in the dining room with the entrance door to the left of the reception hall, why did this strange building from another universe like to sit at the long table so much?

Every marble floor is neatly laid out, the dining room is full of beautiful candles and hanging lamps hanging from the glass ceiling, two vases are placed on the red carpet, and the enchanted roses have a never-abding fragrance, and every time I eat, I feel like I am on a blind date.

The castle was probably a meeting place, with a spiral staircase rising from both sides of the ballroom to a church-like place on the top floor, and the glass-paneled windows were illuminated by the sun, often reflecting dazzling light, vague and fantastical, always giving a sense of reverent reverence, and I think it was probably also used as a place of worship for the gods.

Naturally, we don't worship gods, everyone is their own god.

So we tore down all the statues and replaced them with quirky clay figurines, some of them were headless kneeling men, some of them were bears with octopus heads, and those were all creative ideas, and I would like to call her a master of horror abstraction.

Now the statues stand silently against the wall, watching me sit in the spacious central hall and play a game along with the golden-painted, resplendent wall.

I'm warming up next to the fireplace, and the void is cold after all.

This elegant and holy hall is supposed to be used for pilgrimages and other activities, but I said that it is all fart, this saint is here, play games if you like, connect the Internet cable, put on headphones, put on straw sandals, and fly.

I also deliberately made a large screen monitor to put in the central hall, those simple and mysterious magic circle-like red lines engraved on the porcelain floor, it seems that the hall floor is very ancient, full of artistic atmosphere, but I don't care what art is not art, the screen is lit up and the sacred atmosphere is immediately destroyed.

Now only the voice of "high output of warriors, fire and knife explosion, strong control of mages, frost seconds, fifteen dogs of Taoists, and the whole area walking sideways" echoed in the hall.

Yes, I love to play games.

Probably in the eyes of the world, I am a wise spirit, and I will not indulge in such a plaything as a game.

But how can they understand me, not only am I addicted, but I am also kryptonite!

I'm a level 13 VIP!

My fingers crackled on the keyboard, although there was a virtual reality game, I still fell in love with the tactile keyboard online game, the spiritual power is everywhere, and the special frequency band spirit network can connect to the signal even in the distant void.

I feel like I'm sublimating.

In fact, there is no operation in this game, whoever has more krypton gold is the father.

I'm naturally the dad of dads, I'm not good at operating, but I have a VIP!

I'll hang up and attack the sand, the little brothers give me milk, the dragon slayer knife and paralysis ring sent by my thirteenth-level VIP don't giggle with you, 100% paralyzing crit, cut is earned, don't you want to move.

Dressed in a Heavenly Emperor suit, come on, come on, brother stand here, let you fight without blood.

I watched myself break into the gang of 800 people, the other party was full of, I exploded a bunch of equipment wherever I went, and the younger brothers followed behind me to pick it up, I naturally didn't look down on these rags.

So my keyboard was typed with my hand.

Today is the day of the sand attack, and I took my little brothers to attack the "Aotian Gang".

My screen name in the game is "Brother Flicker", and to be honest, I like this nickname a lot.

I'm chatting with "Xiao Qingfeng", the leader of the "Aotian Gang", and the reason why I found this guy is because I can't get used to his screen name.

I sat on a mahogany chair, squatted on the chair with my legs crossed, leaned back at 45° melancholy, my face was seven points invincible, two points of emotion, and one point of loneliness typed on the keyboard:

Brother Flicker: Do you want to change your screen name?

I'm very fast, but after I finished typing five words, I slashed two Aotian Gang brothers, and I immediately exploded the gold coins, and someone actually dropped an epic weapon, which seems to be an elite.

The other party looked unconvinced-

Xiao Qingfeng: You wait, I'll take out a loan!

The corners of my mouth rose 75° and I smiled evilly, and my fingers crackled on the keyboard:

Brother Fuyou: Children, listen to my father's advice, although the game is good, don't be greedy~

Xiao Qingfeng: You are looking for death, I will ask my little brother to transfer money to me, if you have the ability, wait for me to finish VIP!

I raised an eyebrow, exhaled 1.25 liters of fart-capacity air, and typed dismissively.

Brother Flicker: Society is very simple, what is complicated is people, guy smash, you don't understand the horror of small loans!

Xiao Qingfeng: The head of the flickering group, you listen to me, you are a send! You're waiting for me, I'm coming!

Only then did I find that there was no one to defend the sand city, and the gang of 800 people was slashed by me all the way with sparks and lightning, and the remaining 5500 were shrunk in the last main city, and I was already under the city.

I leaned back, my mouth smacked disdainfully, and the corner of the mahogany chair squeaked as I pressed it.

Xiao Qingfeng really jumped out from the top of the City Lord's Mansion.

As soon as it came out, it blinded my twenty-four-gram titanium alloy divine eye:

A Super Emperor Outfit!

Xiao Qingfeng was shining all over, his whole body was +15 or more strengthened, equipment above nine turns, and there was a line of eye-catching gold logos on his head-

Eighteen-level VIP.

I'm a brother of brothers now.

The other party's little brother immediately began to buckle words on the public screen:

If you surrender now, you can join our union, or you will wait to be stripped of your equipment!

I looked at the little brothers, covered in whiteboards, obviously sold out.

The little brother behind me also hesitated, they had just picked up the equipment and picked it up, and now they were going back to the pre-liberation period overnight, how could this be accepted?

I also calmly snapped words on the public screen:

Meeting is fate, brothers can leave if you want to.

Well, everyone is here for fun, I thought they were going to go.

What I didn't expect was that no one left.

They were all cheering me on:

Ergou: Boss, don't give up, we believe in you!

Lao Pi: Boss, the brothers still owe you a hundred spirit stones, how can you be so ungrateful!

Three Snakes: Big brother, fight with them!

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I instantly felt that life was worth it......

Before I could burst out of my eyes the tears of my crystal clear, beautiful, extraordinary, miserable and miserable relatives piercing steel, I saw a cruel truth:

Xiong Da: Boss, we know that you are very rich, and you must be more charged than that stinky stupid wall! Hurry up and recharge!

Fuck me!

I was instantly unmoved, and immediately wanted to hammer the heads of these dog thieves along the screen.

Pinching the horse really deserves to be the person of my flickering group, it really flickers!

But Xiao Qingfeng's stinky brother is still shouting on the public screen:

What are you still fooling around, you will come up if there is a kind!

He was holding a forty-meter-long red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple shining Heavenly Sword of the Gods, extremely arrogant.

How can I stand this anger, I just charged VIP!

I picked out my arrogant and cool eyebrows, and unruly pulled out a card from under my slippers and swiped it on the card reader bound to the monitor.

The machine "ding" sounded.

And then everyone was stunned.

On the game screen, a line of blood-red announcements is swiped across the server:

Congratulations to the player: Brother Fool successfully recharged 100 million, becoming the first 100 million player in this game, and now giving away the only ancient artifact - a knife to kill the world's invincible legend of the Holy King Super God Slaughter Knife.

Xiao Qingfeng knelt on the spot:

Dad, you can change whatever you ask me to change, don't pull my equipment......

The younger brothers rushed up and rushed into the city and no one dared to stop them, but the equipment was sold out, and they couldn't beat Xiao Qingfeng, so they could only plant a flag to show that the Aotian Gang had sent it.

I laughed in my chair, and for some reason a kind of loneliness came to me, and I laughed and burst into tears:

"Hmph, stinky brother, fight with your grandfather, you don't know how rich your father and I are, the three star fields are mine!"

I felt a kind of desolation, the three star fields are mine, I am rich and rival the country, but I don't really have anything.

No matter how lively I am in the game, it's also fake.

I looked at the screen, and inside I was standing alone outside the city gate with a dick in my hand, and everyone was celebrating in the city.

Everyone was in awe of me, and they did not dare to come near me, and they did not even flatter me.

I have won and I have lost.

I'm still alone after all, the excitement is theirs, I have nothing.

I finally deducted a sentence on the public screen-

Brother Flicker: You don't need to change it, just laugh if you like it.

I got out of the game, turned off the screen in a frustration, and snuggled up in my chair with my head clutched.

If I could, I don't want to be a saint or a demon, a legendary person or a savior is bullshit, I just want to be myself.

[Haha, why?] Why do you want me to bear such a fate? 】

I looked out of the glass window, the sacred round rose window turned the cold light in space into an illusion, and outside was the boundless emptiness and darkness, and the stars lit up with a faint light in the silent sky.

This castle wanders in the universe, it is also lonely, even more lonely than me, it is the only castle in the entire Nine Heavens Realm.

I am a god in loneliness, sitting on a lonely throne, mocking the world for not understanding God's heart, I sit on the world but have nothing, I live on the beauty of others, I hate the life and death of mortals, and I want to bring them warm order and happiness.

"You must be lonely too, right?"

I whispered in my heart, how could the castle still drift in the universe like that, how could it answer?

I don't know the lonely castle, it turns out that I'm more lonely.

I looked at the pointed dome, the marble with the glass window flowers, gorgeous and colorful, rising and reverberating, against the shocking night sky, making people feel an inexplicable sacredness.

Suddenly a pen fell from the dome and hit me on the door of my head, but fortunately it was a paintbrush, and only a line of paint was drawn on my face.

The sound of separation echoed in the empty castle, like the song of birds in the hollow valley:

[I'm writing a diary!] 】

I picked up the pen on the ground, and saw her little body lying on the fence, looking at me from above, and I could see the unhappiness on her face, puffing out her cheeks.

She turned at me and asked:

[Why—Master—would like to play such a stupid game?] 】

I laughed and replied loudly:

[Because—I'm a fool, I'm an old boy, and men are teenagers until they die. 】

She pouted, and I wanted to hug her tightly and kiss her delicate cheeks:

[Bring my pen - take it up.] 】

I jumped out of the mahogany chair and picked up the paintbrush, which was like a children's graffiti brush, which was very much in line with the way I left.

I walked up the spiral staircase next to the hall, and the white jade steps and railings made me feel a little warm.

The fireplace below burns brightly, and the firewood makes a "crackling" sound.

It is clear that you can use electrical, and the little girl has to keep the original flavor here, but fortunately she secretly brought some video game equipment in, otherwise she would be bored to death.

As I walked, I admired the murals on the high walls on both sides of the hall, something I couldn't understand, and there had never been such a thing in Nine Days.

The sculptures float silently with us in the universe, the marble behind them and the window grilles between the crevices reveal a merciless mockery.

I walked to the top floor under the taunt of fate.

It's a big—big empty compartment.

The empty room was really empty.

Except for a small notebook, a desk, and a small stool.

Sitting with her back to me, she had no paintbrushes, only to write in her notebook.

Drawing diary, writing on the left page and drawing on the right page.

I leaned in, and her hair was pale, but it had a strange sheen, like silver threads.

The ends of her hair tickled my face.

[Uncle-your pen is here-]

I deliberately lengthened the tone.

Her pen twisted and glared back at me:

[The writing is wrong.] 】

I stretched out my hand, and the paintbrush lay in the palm of my hand:

[Wouldn't it be nice to wipe it off.] 】

She looked at me like a fool:

[How to wipe the ink pen?] 】

I nodded her little head:

[Wouldn't it be nice to use a little spell casually? 】

I opened my mouth and said casually:

[For example, hey, hey, hey, hurry up and recover!] 】

Glancing away from me, he snatched the brush from my hand.

I could see that it was a pink tentacle with a sucker and barb.

Only then did I notice that Li's left hand had become a tentacle hand.

She used the tentacles to hold the brushes of their respective colors, drawing on the paper with great efficiency.

I scratched my head:

[You're really perverted.] 】

She didn't care:

[Evolutionarily speaking, the tentacle form is a relatively perfect form, and it can do some labor in all directions compared to various living beings. 】

I give a thumbs up:

[It's so scientifically reasonable, I don't know how to refute it.] 】

She stared at me with those jewel-like eyes and asked:

[We are no longer human, we are—God.] 】

[God - need, care, outward form?] 】

She pressed her wrists and feet against my cheeks, suckers and flesh rubbing against my skin, and I felt a strange touch.

I gazed at her beautiful face, childish, cute, and a little serious like a gambling child, but her words were full of chilling indifference.

I glanced at her drawing.

A dim, dying, torn star.

On the stars were the features of a man, but they were disorderly distributed, and the eyes, near the mouth, and the nose, and the ears, were all torn apart.

Eyes, widening in horror, mouth, screaming weakly.

There is also an inscription on the painting -

[Listen, wail of the stars.] 】

Will the stars wail too?

I do not know.

My assessment is - a painting that is deranged.

I know that she sometimes runs out into the universe and becomes a star-like monster, wreaking havoc on the Death Star, ravaging the entire planetary system to the void, probably looking for inspiration when she can't write.

I once asked why I did this.

[For the essence of things is always revealed when it is gone.] 】

It's also words I don't understand.

I sighed and stroked the pink wrists and feet, soft to the touch, but the tentacles pierced through gold and iron when needed.

But I don't like God, I—I like you the way you are. 】

[What does it look like?] 】

[Soft and glutinous girl. 】

Her face turned red, and she muttered:

[Master--It's one.,Big pervert-Lolicon!] 】

That being said, she changed her hand back anyway.

I smiled and took her into my arms, I kissed her forehead, kissed her silver hair, I wanted to look at her blue eyes forever—

[I just is, don't you like it?] 】

Her tone is soft and meowy, and she will be like a kitten when she is always coquettish with me:

[Like.] 】

I put my hand between her silver hair, and I tangled three thousand silver threads:

[How do you like it?] 】

[Like - alive as like.] 】

【Ha——? 】

I couldn't understand her anymore, so I asked:

[What do you mean - live so like?] 】

She lay in my arms and asked me:

What does it mean to be alive? 】

I was stunned, and I just hugged her, and the two of them rolled together on the clean marble floor, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows with many round rosette glass windows, and the endless silent night sky outside, trillions of stars watching us.

I pondered, looked at the night sky, stopped rolling, and looked at the person in my arms, her little face was flushed, if I pinched it, would she shyly bow her head or jump up and hit me?

I don't know, but I don't want to be beaten, so I didn't pinch.

I whispered:

[To be alive is to——]

She listened intently, raising her sparkling eyes to look at me.

[Be able to laugh from the heart and die without regrets]

I think this sentence should be very reasonable, very capable of fooling people, I am the world's number one fool, fooling such a little girl, wouldn't it be easy to catch.

I didn't expect to be unsympathetic at all, and she interrupted me angrily-

[Nope! No! 】

She jumped out of my arms and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the endless void behind her.

There were tears in her eyes.

She said loudly, her voice still soft and glutinous, but it shook me—

[Alive—that is—]

[Don't die! Don't live alone either! 】

Don't die! Don't live alone either!

I was completely blown away.

I couldn't speak, I just felt something surging in my heart, so hot, like fire, I could bathe in the stars, no matter how high the temperature was, it was not worth mentioning to me, but the things in my heart were so hot that I couldn't bear it.

Tears welled up in my eyes, too, and I muttered the words in my mouth.

I rushed up and hugged her tightly, she was so small, I easily took her into my arms, and felt her warm body clinging to my chest, calming the blazing heat in my heart that almost burned me to ashes.

I almost murmured:

[Yes, don't die, don't, live alone.] 】

She lifted her face, stood on tiptoe, dipped a teardrop on my face with her pink fingers, licked it, and showed a tongue-smacking expression:

【Salty. 】

[Master—let's—let's go.] 】

[Okay.] 】

Get out of here and go somewhere else.

I don't want to die, I don't want to live alone, I believe it's the same everywhere, because you are by my side.