strictlysupreme Chapter 222 The Riddler
Chapter 222 The Riddler
Chapter 222 The Riddler
The pure land is filled with light and dark. The sky and the earth are filled with crystals as bright as the moon and emitting a halo like a rainbow. The heavy rain keeps falling.
Jiang Fan stood among the stars in the endless heavy rain. The pure land in the heavy rain seemed to be hazy with a faint layer of fog. The flashing past events in the memory fragments rising in the sky were like a revolving lantern, which made people overwhelmed.
Breathing the cold, rainy air, he felt his blood boiling, his heart beating vigorously, the heat in his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, and hundreds of millions of raindrops beginning to evaporate.
The distance between him and Fuli was only a hundred meters, but his dazzling eyes were not reflected on his crystal-like body. They were just shining like streams of light, sitting in meditation between the lingering crystals, separated by the faint mist and He looked at each other.
He asked about the knot that troubled him the most, and emotions that could not be explained in words enveloped him. His heart beat powerfully, and every beat was so clear.
But the footsteps became heavier and heavier, as if someone gently held his ankle and whispered over and over again in a voice that only he could hear, are you really ready?
It was the secret that the Lord of Joy once glimpsed when he climbed up the high branch of the Tree of Existence. It was the origin of the pure and beautiful Idrila who glimpsed the ultimate meaning of the world's existence and gradually perished and was given a new mission.
The immortal power is still intact. There are gods peeping in the abyss. Some people want to drag you into the dark abyss. Some people want to lift you up and worship you as an eternal god...
Are you really ready?
Jiang Fan shivered inexplicably, and the voice slowly dissipated, accompanied by a meaningful sigh. He felt that the voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember when he heard it.
Is he ready?
In fact, he didn't know it himself, he just didn't want to go on in such a muddle, and in the end, even who he was was a question mark.
But he felt uneasy, and the inexplicable restlessness in his heart was not due to the fear of facing the truth, but because he suddenly remembered that he was no longer alone.
If the action of the envoy being inspired by the Star God and controlling the power of destiny is regarded as stirring up a broken droplet, then the feat of the Star God driving the great power to control the destiny is like pushing a tsunami across the mountains.
Black Tower and Jingliu still have the power of destiny given by the Star God, but there are many people he cares about. Can everyone escape from that torrent unscathed?
Is it relying on Jiren's own destiny or relying on the incomplete destiny he is currently in charge of?
There is no doubt about the power of Immortal Destiny, but it will take anywhere from half a year to several years to restore the original power of Immortal Destiny.
What's more, the time it takes to continue to open up and extend your life is even longer. If you reach out and push the door open, how long will you have left?
"In the past thousands of years, we have all believed that the essence of the destruction of the universe is reincarnation, a new origin of all life, and it has nowhere to escape." Fu Li's voice echoed ethereally, The voice is somewhere between male and female, not loud, but extremely clear.
"The inscription on the Tree of Existence is engraved with an ancient prophecy. The devil imprisoned by the so-called gods will surely break free and come with the despair given to all living beings. Even the gods will give despair and come with his destiny. Fall."
"However, the world is an endless cycle of reincarnation. Even the gods cannot determine the authenticity and origin of the prophecy. No god knows when the inscription came into existence, and no god knows how the tree of existence sprouted." Fu Li He never answered Jiang Fan's question, but murmured softly to himself.
The words Fu Li murmured were not difficult for Jiang Fan to understand. After all, gods were not creatures born here from the beginning of the world. Those things that are difficult to study are also truths that are difficult to explore for the Star God.
"So you don't plan to answer my question directly?" Jiang Fan raised his head and looked at the revolving door of scattered memories with a low voice.
"Gods also have selfish motives, and they are definitely not gods whose destiny lies on the scales." Fuli whispered softly, "I'm sorry, immortal dragon, I can't answer your question, but I have no ill intentions, but please firmly believe that you are you, Never anyone’s shadow.”
"My purpose here is just to express goodwill to you. Those things that trouble you will one day be understood, but not now. This is something that even memory cannot touch."
"There are also contradictions and conflicts between gods. The Taiyi of Order has paid the price. Now you have not recovered. Please be extremely careful Xipei. What you need is behind you. Please accept this meeting gift." Fu Li His face gradually blurred, and the fluorescent light beams fluttered like thousands of raindrops.
Jiang Fan glanced at Fu Li, whose body was gradually disappearing in the light, and suddenly thought of something again. He raised his eyes and stared at the rain-like beam of light: "March 7, I also need the memory of March 7."
"I'm sorry.. Those things need to be uncovered by you personally.. That is pain and regret, that is confusion and despair, that is the ruin of blood and tears... it is not personal..."
Fu Li completely dissipated in the pure land, leaving only some riddles that make people think about it and want to get into the screen and beat the Star God.
His speaking skills are no different from those of the Riddler, a believer in the myth of the mysterious star god. He usually talks a lot of nonsense mixed with a few useful words. He never points out the problem directly, but tells it up, down, left, right, left, and right. You're probably going forward.
how? Do you have a lot of time to remember the Star God?
After spending a lot of time just to chat with yourself for a minute, then casually throw out a book of the world's top ten unsolved mysteries for yourself to decipher?
Jiang Fan took a deep breath and felt that these Star Gods were all mentally ill.
There is a guy who moves bricks day and night, a guy who pulls a bow and arrows all over the universe and shouts about fertility and gets his life. There is also a holy lady who responds to requests and a chuunibyou who yells that I want to destroy the world, not to mention the one who is looking for fun all over the universe. Aha and the black braised egg lying idle doing nothing.
Athena found twelve golden saints and swore to protect the world, but suddenly discovered that these saints were all problem children. There was no normal person. If the universe was not destroyed, would they be waiting for them to save the world?
Jiang Fan despises the so-called Star Gods in his heart, and has the urge to bring Bo Shizun over to make wine and discuss the Star Gods. I think Nanook has no plans, and I laugh at Cripper's young wisdom. A group of Star Gods are just idiots. The dog only barks.
After taking a final deep look at the place where Fu Li disappeared, Jiang Fan turned around to see the so-called meeting gift.
What Fu Li calls a treasure house is not a locked iron door, but a soft and hazy light, with light blue mirror-like fish schools wandering back and forth among the stars.
Only that ball of light was dimly lit in the entire pure land, and the fragments that had previously carried memories disappeared without a trace.
He tried to reach out to the hazy light. The moment his fingers came into contact with the light, there was no physical touch. Instead, a torrent of memories poured in instantly, like a dam being washed away by rushing water.
Jiang Fan's hand paused in mid-air. It wasn't the large number of memory fragments that hit him that made him unable to accept it for a while, but the content of those memory fragments that made him speechless.
That was the first time we met in Tianbo Division in the middle of summer. At that time, he was high-spirited. He was a well-known pilot in Luofu Tianbo Division and also a guard in the army. He once said that there are thousands of roads, and safety comes first. , walking irregularly, relatives burst into tears.
That was the battlefield where he led his team to conquer Mogulun's rich and evil creatures. Broken limbs and dark red blood spread into rivers on the ground. The white star crashed in the enemy's rear, surrounded by tens of thousands of rich and evil creatures. Roaring and roaring.
The next second, the silver spear penetrated the sky and the earth, tearing a hole abruptly.
It was the Luofu celebration in winter. Fireworks exploded in the sky. Bai Heng laughed and said that the next second the remnants of Fenghuang would not come out to cause trouble, so that they would have to work diligently in the festival celebration. But the next second there would be gunfire and Fenghuang would come. Attack.
It was the most depressing rainy night in Luofu. She tried her best to fly the Xingcha to Luofu. Her tears were like broken threads. But when she arrived at the Xingcha Sea, six powerful spirits were shattered together in her sight, covering the sky. The golden light that blocked out the sun rose into the sky, and the sea of stars shook.
The last fragment of her memory was the dark battlefield of flying sand. She drove the Xingcha and crashed into Su Su's body and rushed into the ruins.
At the last moment when her vision was hazy, she saw the clown mask broken, a familiar face close at hand, unconscious murmurs in her mouth, and her eyes gradually turned dark.
At the end of the memory review, the stars in the pure land had dispersed, and the glass-transparent fish disappeared without a trace. The soft light group with a blue halo was gently held in his hand, without any touch. But it felt like I was holding a thousand pounds in my hand.
The pure land was so empty that even the ripples of footsteps echoed inexplicably. At the end of the endless stars was the door shrouded in mist.
He finally understood why Bai Heng and Sui Yang rushed into the ruins and died together with Sui Su.
It's not that she doesn't want to live anymore, it's just that in that case, she feels that Luofu he is protecting is more meaningful. She is afraid of what if Luofu is gone and he can't find his way back one day.
If this judgment were told to Jingliu, Jingliu would probably hit her angrily. If told to Yingxing and Danfeng, they would be silent, but at that moment Bai Heng did feel that way.
She thought even a Star God would miss home, right? Who says the Star God won't get lost?
"Who said that the fox people are naturally smart? Aren't there also some that are stupid?"
Jiang Fan held the light ball tightly and left, walking through the stars silently.
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Morka Star, central area of the city.
Located in the most prosperous part of the castle, in the study on the top floor, Elise is sitting on a Venetian-style study chair sewn with gold thread, holding a glass of red wine produced by the last amber. On the table are unfolded documents and unfinished books. Broken letters.
Recently, she has been spending her nights in this study room. The study room is not big. On the contrary, it has been renovated to be a little small. There is only a single bed and bookshelves on both sides. The window is slightly open, and the night breeze flows through the open window. It blew in with a hint of chill.
She drank a glass of red wine and stared at the documents and unopened envelopes on the table, her eyes lowered.
It is her habit to drink a glass of red wine before going to bed. This is also due to Jiang Fan, because that bitch is always so pretentious, drinking a dozen credit points a bottle of pirated and watered-down inferior red wine, and still pretending to be a good person. The attitude of a wine expert.
To be honest, the red wine she drank when she was with Jiang Fan was like horse piss compared to the glass in her hand. But as she sipped this 'high-end' red wine, she felt it was a bit boring. It feels like something.
She was hesitating, and the two ends of the scale in her heart were swinging back and forth. On one side was the dead bitch, and on the other was the survival of the people of Morka. She didn't have much time to hesitate, as the family's grand gathering was just around the corner.
She felt that she was really old and no longer had that lawless energy. She was no longer the little witch who dared to leave Molka and go to the fairy boat at the slightest disagreement.
However, Kafka's style is still the same. He made a lot of noise in Xianzhou a few days ago. She sighed with envy and complained to Kafka that she was just a bird with its wings tied and could no longer do anything. Chirped.
Kafka laughed at her for tying her own hands, but Elise said aggrievedly that she didn't want to either, but her father's life and death were still unknown, and she still needed to assume the responsibility of the leader of Morka.
Every day I have to face the evil thoughts of those ministers and be wary of assassins. I am so tired that I want to hit the wall. You might as well use your spirit of speech to abduct me, so that the ministers will try their best to send their sons to you.
She felt a little tired, so she sat in this narrow study every day recently, drinking red wine and staring at the document silently.
After finishing the wine, she patted the table irritably, stood up, took away a book from the corner of the bookshelf, took out the bottle of inferior wine that she had hidden, and refilled the glass.
She did not call Kafka, nor did she sign the document. She felt that she should be selfish and not live for others. But looking out the window at the busy city, her newly active mind fell silent again.
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Please give me some power for love~Start fighting for another world at the end of November