The placement of the score family is fully handed over to the score, and it is useless to fight and can only be responsible for the aftermath.

The little princess helped calculate the accounts, and the result was that the forces behind Wan Yi could help bear all the expenses of the hospice care of this group of scores, and these expenses were all counted on the color spectrum and music score.

The chromatography and music score are now completely set aside from all prejudices.

The scorers have officially become the workers of Wanyi, which is gratifying.

Some of them worked overtime to travel as soon as they came up, wanting to take advantage of their last bit of time to see the world in 10,000 years, although Wan also felt that they would probably be disappointed.

There are also genealogies, just after learning about the new world through Wan Yi's channels, they lose interest, and either stay on the Yijia or choose to settle in the newly born Rainbow Islands.

A few months doesn't seem like a long time.

During this time, these scorers who came out of the cracks of time closed their eyes one after another.

Led by the score, the color spectrum witnessed the ending of each followed score as much as possible.

Some of them also like this personality that is very similar to the person they hate the most, but it's really completely different.

Seriously, the color spectrum should be the smallest of all the spectrum, because she is the last personality to split out.

It's the younger sister of all spectrums.

……

The heart spectrum also made a contribution, and then sold his body, and asked Wan Yi to help drop a cemetery on the Rainbow Islands, and the tombstones inside were left for all the spectrum.

This is not a small project, but the promise of the heart spectrum does have a certain value, so Wan Yimen still greeted the group and started construction.

This project began soon after the score was brought back, and every day a few people walked, and a few monuments were carved and erected, and those with corpses were buried, and those that did not have meaning were not forced.

The time of the last spectrum, which is much longer than the previous spectrum, disappeared half a year after leaving the time gap.

It's a spectrum.

Even if it has its own special features, but its strength is meager, it is already unexpected to be the one who has supported the longest in this batch.

But the little sheets still didn't get past this hurdle.

During this time, Lingpu didn't have any ideas, she was playing with Brother Curse, she liked the big skeleton very much, the skeleton was not smart, but such a pure soul was rare. After all, it was a skeleton dragon that lived in a cursed environment, and the spirit spectrum was indeed rare for it.

All in all, it was a great time.

The tombstone of the spirit spectrum is a little smaller than the others, not to cut corners, but to deepen the memory, after all, there are so many scores, Wan Yi likes such a simple and cute child.

When she got bigger, she didn't feel like it matched the small sheets, so she made it smaller, and there was a white tattered sheet hanging on it that was blown by the wind, and it felt like she was still here again.

At sunset, Wan Yi placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb of Lingpu.

"People are ghosts after death, but I heard that there are stages after ghosts die, I forgot, it seems to be a series of rare words. It seems that this concept is not popular in the broken world, and when my curse is dead, it becomes a simple free soul energy, and so are you, if it's gone, it's gone. ”

Wan Yixian had nothing to do, and said casually: "Although you are incomplete from the beginning of your birth and are only a part of others, as a personality, you are complete and good." ”

As he spoke, footsteps came from the side.

This tomb is very partial, the family mound, and the people who will come here can be counted on one hand.

The color spectrum came slowly, and he was also holding a flower in his hand, which was the same as the flower that Wan Yi was holding casually.

"I've heard that the spirit tree is gone." Chromatography came to Wan Yi's side and said.

"Hmm." Wan also gestured to the tomb in front of him.

Putting the flowers and Wan Yi together, the color spectrum stood up, and after a moment of silence, he turned his head to look at Wan Yi who was looking around: "Did she say anything before she left?" ”

She didn't say anything, she wanted to hide her situation, but I could see that the power of the soul was incomplete, and I didn't understand the concept of an independent soul of personality, so I didn't catch up. However, I guess I had a good time in the end. Wan Yi said on tiptoe.

Chromatography nodded slightly.

Then look back at this peaceful cemetery.

There is a huge cemetery that no one knows about on a hill on the No. 1 island of the Rainbow Islands, and although you can see this cemetery from a distance, ordinary people do not know how to enter this cemetery. For them, it's like a mirage, and even if they go with a clear goal, it's hard to reach.

It's like a mystery.

In fact, the cemetery itself does not match the style of the Broken World.

The end of life is a luxury here.

One or two tombs are normal, but the unified cemetery has no value and significance for opening.

The Rainbow Islands behave like this, which is incomprehensible, but for some reason, people still feel something inexplicably when they look at those tombs.

Later, over time, similar cemeteries were opened in various cities in the Rainbow Islands, large or small, not necessarily useful, but always waiting for someone to be buried in them.

Maybe I can use it for myself in the future.

In a survey conducted by Rainbow News, residents were asked: What is your dream?

Dream? It is also a word that does not fit into a broken world.

Work hard, collect fragments, improve qualitative changes, master the realm, master the realm, and become an immortal on the ground?

It's the same, and it's also an inevitable thought, but it seems that I made a special trip to write this thing into a dream, but it feels really cheap and a lot less meaningful.

As a result, some residents either joked or wrote down their dreams seriously:

Can be buried in the cemetery.

……

Back home, Wan also boarded the theater.

Recently, in addition to Roshi and Liangdao, there is still a coma in Fukong, everyone is there.

are all people who have been idle, and the theater is like a chess and card room for the elderly, specially giving this group of masters a space to gather and play.

However, in the gap of time, when "Hongji" unlocked the new functions of the theater, Wan was forced to enter the theater at that time, and the theater was empty.

Listening to the people in the play, they were directly forced to kick off the line at that time.

This kind of theatrical mutation is also somewhat surprising.

But there is no direct impact, so it's not a big problem.

After greeting everyone, Wan Yi walked to the desk where the script was written, where there were two pens that looked alike, but the white left by the time book showed a smear of dust.

During this time, Wan Yi tried the effectiveness of this pen of Shipu.

After all, it looks so similar to the pen in the theater, and maybe there is some kind of hidden secret.

As a result, the problem was really discovered.

This pen can be used to modify the script with the permission of the theater.

Even for Wan Yi, the feel is much better than the pen that comes with the theater.

How can there be such a good thing?

However, at this moment, Wan Yi didn't know whether to absorb this pen as a leftover fragment.

Although Wan Yi is no longer the shadow of the traditional calamity, it is born from the "many me", and some of the symbols are naturally similar.

After absorbing this pen, what will be the qualitative change of yourself?

"Wang!" The sound of a happy dog barking from the side of Cofen swooped in.

When Ke Fen was about to pounce on Wan Yi, Red hurriedly rushed out, intercepted halfway, and pushed Ke Fen to the ground.

"Right...... Not ......"

Before Ke Fen could finish speaking, the dog's head was held by the demon lord.

Shang Yang looked at it with a smile, Wan Yi turned his head to see this scene, he also smiled and shrugged his shoulders relaxedly, and came to Ke Fen and rubbed his dog's head: "It's noisy, it's noisy, right?" ”

"Woo~." Ke Fen pretended to be pitiful, and at the same time was excited by being rubbed.

After a while, Wan Yi let go of his hand, intending not to dwell on it so much for the time being.

The battle with Shipu made him completely understand his situation.

Once upon a time, he didn't even know what level of misfortune he was, he only felt that he should always be in a stage because of the relationship between the doppelgangers.

The kind that has been practicing qi for 30,000 years.

But, probably because he wanted to be bad.

His route should not be the one-two-three, to the fourth-stage disaster.

Rather, it is a special kind of calamity shadow, initially relatively weak, and after constantly growing its own symbol in the doppelganger, the self-perfection becomes a new path of calamity.

He is now a scourge.

The self-proclaimed when he was crazy at the beginning was true.

So, these things are not the first thing to consider.

"Roshi said that we can almost enter the venue, and now our forces can fully intervene." Rhett said to Wan Yi with seriousness and confidence.

"That's right." Wan Yi nodded, thought about it, Luo Xi's side has been about the same recently, and then got up and said: "Then let's go, I will also go again after a long time, the 'sea monster' boundary zone." ”

(End of chapter)