The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 430 What Garbage Are You (48)

Kuang Qiantui didn't remember.

Exactly how many years ago.

Similar battles,
It overlaps with the scene in front of you.

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky,

yelling, yelling,
Count her mistakes, her sins, her being...

As at that time,
Just like that.

She still hasn't figured out the answer.

Right and wrong,
Who is going to cut it off.

Those battles, through the mouth of gods and Buddhas, changed from self-preservation to killing.

She wants to live, no.

wanna die,

It is also wrong.

The sky is boundless, the earth is boundless,
Fang Cun cannot tolerate her meager life.

Heaven is always so capricious.

of course,

She also thought,
Maybe the Dao of Heaven was kept in the dark and didn't know it.

And its spokesperson,
The gods and immortals who claim to be superior to others,

Take ridiculous chicken feathers as arrows,

In the boundless world,

Establish their own, absolute rules of the world.

And when a paradox arises under the rules,

They hurriedly suppressed and eliminated them.

Deceive your ears and steal your bell, deceiving yourself and others.

It was them who made her.

It was they who had ruined her.

In the end, they couldn't clear it up, and they chose to abandon it and ignore it.

And she,

From start to finish,

Only two choices were made.

Survive, can't.

Begging to die, no.

"I didn't go up to find you, but you took the initiative to send it to your door."

Looking up at the old friend who is familiar and unfamiliar all over the sky,
Kuang Chitose felt his blood flow backwards,

The fingertips are slightly numb,

I couldn't stop trembling all over.

excited, hated,
Bloodlust and despair,
Crazy thoughts popped up like a sinking ailment,

The killing intent was surging.

System number seven crashed.

The alarm went off the assembly line almost instantly.

All monitoring of the host's physical signs is out of control,
The data soared across the board to a value that violated common sense and went beyond the scope of science.

As powerful as the original system of its level,
I'm so busy right now,
Data collapsed across the board,

come fast,

It can't catch up even if it is overloaded.

"Host! Calm down! Calm down!"

System Seven's voice trembled in fear,

It suddenly begins to doubt,
This time plane,
It was a trap deliberately set by Yuan Village for the host.

The purpose is to dig out the secrets that the host has been hiding all along.

Seven is angry.

It was pitted.

And its stupidity,
hurt its most important host.

"Little Fuzi..."

No. [-] keeps patching the background program,

It is in the process of plane task,
Isolated.

In a panic,
It only thinks of a being to turn to,

"Little Fuzi! Where are you! Where are you!

I know you're there, I know you can hear me,

Don't play dead, come out, come out! ! ! "

"Number Seven,
It won't come out. "

Kuang Chitose's voice sounded in his consciousness,

With a gentle voice, without desire or desire,
"I won't let it out."

No. [-] was startled: "Host, what are you going to do?!"

It was answered with deathly silence.

"Host, don't mess around!"

Number seven panicked until the code skipped bytes,
On one side is the data crash,

On the one hand, the host is about to lose contact,

On one side is the pig teammate who lost the link at the critical moment,

"Little Fuzi, you bastard, son of a bitch, son of a turtle, grandson, you fucking come out to me!!"

A piece of data fragments from the first plane is played automatically.

Seven's heart palpitations suddenly.

The host said,

She can suppress the All Blessed Light, keeping it as late as possible.

In order to be able to relax.

At that time it did not understand,

What is there to relax?

And that way of relaxing is too weird.

Now it suddenly understands.

Its host cannot die.

never die,

Never die.

In that case, what does it feel like to die, and what does it feel like when death comes... Time, years, and the passage of life have no concept for its host.

And, forever and ever, will never be known.

the word eternity,
Since the day it was created,

was sought after,

But who knows what it really means.

Number Seven suddenly wanted to ask,

its host,

How long did he live.

"Let me try and try again."

Calm and expectant.

Its host, yearns for an end.

(End of this chapter)