I turned into a loli and didn't want to be discovered, so I had to become an assassin.

Mingyi, Xiayuan Shangkun, the 36th of the sixty-fourth trigram of the I Ching, is also the code name originally given to Luo Chen before.

At first glance, the sun is under the earth, and where the sun sets and is shrouded in shadows, usually indicates that the situation at this stage is not clear.

But Mingyi itself is not completely covered by despair, it also represents a turning point in adversity, a symbol of miracles.

It can be said that it symbolizes both disaster and hope at the same time, and is a double-edged sword.

"It's destiny, not destiny."

Luo Chen muttered, as if this was his answer.

His existence value has been defined from the beginning, but the person who created Luo Chen did not force Luo Chen's head to follow the route he had set, but gave Luo Chen a choice that belonged only to him.

This is a risk, but also an opportunity, but he chose to believe in Luo Chen, nothing more.

"He's gone, but he's not obsessed with finding a successor.

In other words, the word inheritance is a bit too restrictive, and it is easy for a young eagle to run aground in the desert. It

sounded strange, but Luo Chen did not make any rebuttals to this.

Seeing that Luo Chen had no reaction, Candlelight took a bite of the fried skewer on his hand boringly.

The slightly reddened paprika sets off the delicacy of the meat and the oily luster reflected on its surface, and the taste is crispy and smooth in one bite, which is endlessly memorable.

"The food of the world is still so easy to linger."

“50。"

Luo Chen's cold figure immediately froze Candlelight's expression in a moment called "stunned", followed by a chuckle.

"You're still the same as before, no fun at all."

"Fun? It refers to the pleasure, satisfaction and enjoyment felt by the general individual when carrying out autonomous conscious activities, usually objectively reflected in a branch action called "laughter", different people have different ways of pursuing fun, but from the perspective of human society, its ontology should belong to a positive emotional experience.

Luo Chen took a bite of the fried skewer in his hand.

Well, it tastes really good.

"So you're just here to eat my skewers?"

"Haha, yes, no.

Wait a little longer, wait for the wind, blow a little longer.

After saying these words, Candle Zhao and Luo Chen fell into a kind of silence one after another.

This silence does not seem awkward, but is inexplicably filled with a tranquility called harmony.

The evening breeze blew through the treetops above their heads, the branches slightly curved, the leaves swaying, and making a slight rustling sound.

A trace of dust rose up in the wind and stuck to the fried skewers, which were considered delicious, but the two did not care, still slowly and methodically stuttered.

Passers-by did not seem to notice the existence of these two, passing by with laughter and laughter, sometimes with a little noise and shouting, as if this century-old disaster was just a number, a number that human beings call history.

A few minutes later.

"After eating, where did you lose the stick?"

Candlelight shook the wooden skewer in his hand against Luo Chen, and the slight oil stains that still remained on his lips gave people a fatal temptation.

But Luo Chen didn't seem interested.

"There are trash cans everywhere you want."

Luo Chen also shook the wooden skewer in his hand and signaled that he was finished, but he did not casually throw the wooden skewer on the lawn.

"Then go home, there is a place at home."

This time, Luo Chen did not answer, but slowly aimed his dark pupils at the candlelight.

Candlelight looked at Luo Chen's handsome face and did not respond, but just swiped his right hand from the air on the side from top to bottom.

There was no shocking scene, some were just Luo Chen's eyes closed, and the next second he came to a familiar room.

The walls of the entire room were painted with white paint and looked very clean, and there was a small bed on the side of the window, and the black and white lattice bedding was neatly folded on the bed board.

There is a small desk and a wooden chair next to the wall, but nothing else, it looks very basic.

Originally, Luo Chen and Candlelight were sitting, so now they naturally sat on the bed together.

Candlelight couldn't help but take the wooden stick in Luo Chen's hand, and then put his hand down, and a simple trash can appeared on the originally empty floor.

Throw it in, then put your fingers into your pocket and pull out two tissues as if by magic.

He wiped his lips and the corners of his mouth with one of them, wiped his fingers on the reverse side, and handed the other tissue to Luo Chen.

"Thank you."

"No thanks."

After two white tissues entered the trash can, the two fell silent again.

In the end, the candlelight opened first, and the balance was upset.

With the crunch of the bed, Candlelight got up, walked to the wooden table with his own care, and stroked the lines on the desk with his slender fingers, like a mother to her own child.

"Time flies, as soon as you open your eyes, close your eyes, eight years have passed, and you have grown from the original baby appearance to the child appearance you are today.

You are sensible, so intimidating that you seem to lose interest in anything before except for a slight curiosity about the new world at first.

In other words, you have not lost interest, but you no longer feel sad and happy about it, as if you are a bystander, looking at every flower and grass, one boundary and one soil with a habitual attitude. The

candlelight pulled out the small wooden chair that had been placed under the vacant seat at the desk, then adjusted his position and sat down leisurely.

Her gaze was not limited to Luo Chen, but looked out the window, and her relaxed tone seemed to be telling a normal little thing.

"Before you were born, you had a mission that was not part of ordinary humanity, you should not have the right to choose yourself, and any future you had should have been set, so that you could achieve the strongest he expected intact and accurately.

You should have become a human weapon without any feelings, a powerful backing and hole card for humans to use to resist the Realms and Black Beads.

But, from the moment you were born, he hesitated.

Strongest? What is the strongest? Technology? Or flesh? Or is it something else? Does it just refer to exceeding the upper limit of the forces that the existing Xia Kingdom resides?

The strongest is a never-ending abyss, does anyone who pursues the 'strongest' eventually pursue the so-called 'strongest'? Or did you fall into the process called the chase?

Where does the 'strongest' exist, and can a 'strongest' that does not clearly exist lead mankind to the other shore of hope?

Is this salvation? Or is it another degree of depravity?

No one can get the real answer until they really get the answer, as the trigram referred to by Mingyi shows, it can be both darkness and light, and between the two is the separation between heaven and earth.

Luo Chen didn't speak, just listened.

"The surname Luo character is taken from Luo in the 'River Tuluo Book', symbolizing the river; 'dust' refers to the sorrow and anger suffered by mortals, and the two characters check and balance each other, and finally you named Luo Chen are born.

Of course, I mentioned this to you before, when I explained to you your original value as a weapon, but you just listened and did not respond.

I thought you acquiesced, or rather, this is an order that should be observed as a weapon.

But it was clear that my understanding at the time was biased.

As he said, you create your own choice, a choice that even I can't see whether it's black or white. Just

as the original steep lever in Libra tends to be absolutely flat at this moment, the tilt of the chips at either end will cause Libra itself to lose its due balance.