"I have no ill intentions, the 'past' is like the morning dew in the sun, and it is only when I hold the knife that all the hazy scenes become clear."

Huang Quan was silent for a moment and did not give an answer directly, but according to what she meant, there were some things that even she herself was not clear about?

"If you still want to fight, I can spend a day with you, and make sure that you have to pull out that "knife" to deal with it every time, so that you have enough time to remember."

Yao Luo tilted his head, his tone still revealing domineering and crazy thoughts, even if he needed to use extra energy to ensure that the stage under the feet of the two would not be torn apart because of too much force, he was also confident that he could do it.

Under the stars, there is no invincible hand.

"No need, it is estimated that before the winner is decided, it is the "world" itself that will collapse first."

Huang Quan looked around, the blood-red sword light still stopping in the surrounding sky, the earth, and everything that could be torn apart, leaving deep ravines.

It was a scar that stayed on the "space", the most essential construction of the dream world, the memory quality, which had been torn apart countless times by the two of them in a short period of time.

Such an attack, even if only one blow leaks out of the dream world, it is estimated that it can leave an irreversible scar in the dream world called "Pinocone".

But at this moment, these scars are being restored at a speed visible to the naked eye under the power of Yao Luo's "memory", which is enough to make the family's dream chaser drop his jaw when he sees it.

That's right, after all, the peeping of "something" is really a bit tiresome. ”

As he spoke, Yao Luo turned his head violently, his sharp gaze pierced through the clouds, turning into a substantial coercion, covering an inconspicuous high-rise building in the distance.

On the roof of the building, a purple nightthrush, shrouded in invisible pressure for a moment, was melted by the powerful Honkai energy, and turned to ashes, leaving not a single feather behind.

On the other side, the red in Huang Quan's eyes flashed, and the cold finger armor on the tip of his right finger flickered in an instant, cutting the sword light of cause and effect, like a shadow.

In the air, there was a kind of shattering sound, and the cherry red fragments were scattered into mud, and the laughter of the fool could be faintly seen in it.

The movements of the two are almost at the same time, like tacit partners.

After all these actions were completed, on the opposite side of "Finale" Yaoluo, another figure slowly rose from the shadow under his feet.

Sure enough, the man ...... There is still room for improvement. ”

Huang Quan's gaze focused on that figure, it was hard to imagine that there would be so many completely different, but equally powerful forces in a person's body.

Different fates all follow their own will, their own "way", even if there is conceptual overlap, but more of it, it is a collision of life and death.

Walking in the Milky Way for many years, Huangquan has never seen it, so many, and powerful enough "ideas" to gather on one person safe and sound.

This is not something that can be explained by "multiple personalities" or "doppelgangers".

This person must have some kind of overriding "idea" and "will" to carry all this.

The shadow rose, and the "final Yan" on the stage slowly fell with a satisfied smile, and before leaving, he looked at Huang Quan with a slightly provocative look, which means: Fight again next time!

"Memory" comes from the shadow, condensed into a glass body on the stage of light, this is the power that Yao Luo uses the most, and it is also the power that is not easy to overturn.

Even if nothingness casts a shadow on him, Yao Luo is able to renew his new body by constantly "renewing" himself.

"By now, the bystanders should have all walked away."

Yaoluo looked around lightly, and the dancing memories around him seemed to be endowed with life and vitality, condensed into a crystal ladder behind Yaoluo, a crown of glass.

"Or maybe we're in a bigger dream right now."

Huang Quan retracted his sword, his purple eyes flashed with caution, responding to Yao Luo's words.

"So, we need a safe place, a safe enough 'world', a place to talk without being disturbed."

Yao Luo overlooked the ruined dreams around him, and everything did not deviate from his original course.

Yaoluo, the purpose of his first search for Huangquan was not to divide the superiority, it was just an illusion for outsiders to see.

Because in this Pinocone, this dream land controlled by the family, nothing can hide the music of "harmony".

Everyone, their thoughts, will be transformed into notes between the harmonic voices, and everyone may be transformed into a prelude to the advent of "harmony".

In Yaoluo's body, the movement from "harmony", he did not ignore it in the first place.

From the moment Yao Luo came to Pinocone on the first day, a special shadow, a "Yao Luo" that was completely identical to Yao Luo, had already been conceived in his body.

That force, even Yao Luo himself, could not stop it, it was a declaration from "Harmony" itself, and the moment Yao Luo stepped into Pinocone, he could not get out of it.

The threefold god of faces, the embodiment of a thousand faces, will proclaim in his realm the results that will come:

The "harmonious" Xi Pei wants to baptize Yaoluo as a "family member".

But this kind of invitation is terrifying, and the music in Yaoluo's mind will unconsciously change him, making him a part of "all illusions and gods, harmony and infinite bliss".

In the face of "harmony", Yaoluo has only one way to deal with it.

That is nothingness.

Huang Quan's knife, every time it killed him, the music of "harmony" would briefly withdraw from his mind for a moment.

It is then this opportunity that Yaoluo wants to solve all this.

Therefore, his relationship with Huang Quan is not "confrontation", but "cooperation".

Raising his hand, the golden luster began to shine in this world that Yaoluo and Huangquan had "axed" together, and anyone, observing this world, could only glimpse the traces of the power of Yaoluo and Huangquan on the outside, but could not peek into its interior.

"It's ............"

Huang Quan raised his hand, and for the first time in his purple eyes, there was a slight surprise.

Because, a complete and perfect "circle", standing out from the golden light, is a sight that can only be seen in the deepest "ocean", even the yellow spring, which is rarely seen.

And in this sphere, which is only a few tens of centimeters, there is a rich space with infinite possibilities, which is displayed in front of Huangquan.

Yaoluo's tone was full of sighs and memories.

"This is a 'world' that I once shattered with my own hands, and after a long period of restoration, it has now become a realm that is difficult to discover."

"In other words.........

"It's a 'world bubble'."

(End of chapter)