Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 536 A New End

"strangeness..."

An Ming lay in front of the bed, thinking that no matter what, he must not be thrown under the bed, but the bedroom was so small, where else could he fall?

The area under the bed was exceptionally clean, without much dust. Besides, An Ming was not the kind of person who would litter everywhere.

When An Ming took his hand out from under the bed, he found a pair of snow-white pantyhose of Taibu-sama, as well as the nude photos secretly taken on March 7 and other things that shouldn't be under the bed.

Obviously these were not what An Ming was looking for. Sitting on the bed, Lao Ming fell into deep thought. He couldn't possibly use Xuan'er's pantyhose to play a thrilling game to train his hand speed.

"Are you looking for this?"

A fair little hand stretched out from outside the bedroom door, holding a notebook with a light blue cover.

An Ming was overjoyed when he saw this, "This is it!" When he reached out to take it, he was slightly stunned. When he raised his head, he saw the owner of the little hand.

I took the opportunity to meet those elegant green eyes.

"When you went to Taibusi to be intimate with Sister Xuan'er a few days ago, I found this when I came to tidy up the bedroom," Robin raised the notebook in his hand. Although he said this, it was a lie.

That night, the little bird did come to An Ming's bedroom alone, but the reason was not to tidy up the bedroom, but to lie on An Ming's bed and sleep.

"Ugh—stealing home again!"

The robin buried its head in the pillow and made cute whimpering sounds. It was obvious that the little bird's real reaction was far from the calmness it showed in front of March Seven and Xing.

Unexpectedly, Fu Xuan's combat effectiveness increased greatly after returning to Luofu. Master Taibu, who possessed the Dayan Qiongguan Formation, seemed to have obtained a plug-in, and could easily complete the theft that was normally impossible.

The robin has a way of facing an opponent who has opened a full-map perspective, not to mention that it is not just a perspective, but also has the characteristics of divination.

This made it difficult for her to come up with effective countermeasures, and she could only be restrained by Fu Xuan.

The angry little bird could only lie on An Ming's bed and speak elegant bird language to Fu Xuan. When it had nothing to do, it could only do some handicraft work while feeling An Ming's scent.

It was not until three o'clock in the morning that the robin, who was in the sage's hour, began to think about the meaning of the universe. When he was about to return to his room, he accidentally saw the notebook on the bedside table.

If it were an ordinary robin, it would never take the initiative to look through An Ming's things, but the little bird thought that considering her relationship with An Ming, it would be okay to take a look.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but this look made the robin stunned.

[Those who rewrite their fate will suffer the backlash of the origin of the universe, and in serious cases, their destiny will be shattered.]

It was unfamiliar handwriting, but a cat's paw print could be seen at the end of the text. Although Robin was not sure who wrote it, how could An Ming have such a thing?

Thinking of An Ming always bearing everything alone, there was a flash of heartache in Robin's eyes. As a lover, if she couldn't help An Ming share some of the burden... then what was the point of her leaving Pinocchio?

Isn't the reason why she wants to stay with An Ming to prevent what happened in the past from happening again?

Robin had sworn that nothing, no matter fate or the star gods, could separate her and An Ming. She immediately wanted to ask An Ming what this was.

But after reaching the door, the little bird stopped again. She thought about the reason why An Ming didn't tell her. If Fu Xuan and the others knew about this, they would definitely be the first to bear this fate.

Fu Xuan is not even an envoy yet. Even the robin is not completely confident of facing the backlash of fate, let alone Fu Xuan.

She didn't want Fu Xuan to die, so she had to talk to An Ming alone.

So the current scene happened. Robin waited for An Ming in the inn for a long time before finding the opportunity now. She knew that An Ming could not have kept the notebook here all the time.

"Little bird, you know everything?" An Ming felt something was wrong when he saw the notebook, but he had clearly hidden the notebook deep in the drawer before leaving. How did the robin find it?

If the robin was in a normal state, it would surely be able to sense something was slightly wrong. How could An Ming place such an important item in a conspicuous place on the bedside table? But at that time, the little bird was so disturbed by the contents of the notebook that it had no time to pay attention to these details.

Robin stuffed the notebook into An Ming's arms and pushed him down on the bed. His green eyes flashed with strong emotions. "If I hadn't seen it, would you have continued to hide it?"

Xiao Xiaoniao's voice was trembling, and even had a hint of tears in it. After that, she could no longer control her emotions and hugged An Ming tightly, "Can you really bear to let me lose you again?"

An Ming felt the trembling body of the beauty in his arms. Her voice, which was usually as melodious as a nightingale, now seemed to be soaked in broken moonlight, just like when Pinocchio said his last goodbye hundreds of years ago.

"Every time I see you leaving me in my dreams..." She sobbed and buried her face in An Ming's neck, "I will think of the days when I lost you."

The robin only wants the simplest happiness and never asks for more. It is just enough to be able to stay with An Ming.

"Sorry, little bird," An Ming lowered her eyes and looked at the trembling feathers in the robin's hair. The crystal drops of water rolled down her porcelain white cheeks and fell onto the sheets.

"If losing is bound to be painful, it is better to go through it together."

The robin held An Ming's cheek and murmured, "I want to tell you that even in death, we must be together... A robin alone is no longer a robin."

A robin without Anming will not be happy, and a robin without Anming cannot survive.

She wanted to tell him that if survival required sacrificing the other person, she would rather die.

That was not the ending that Robin wanted. No matter how difficult or dead end it was, she was willing to face it with An Ming.

"After all, my little bird is an envoy," An Ming stroked the robin's hair, his eyes gentle and full of trust, "I never thought of hiding anything from you, it's just..."

"I just don't want us to get hurt, stupid An Ming."

The robin burst into laughter, after all, this was her peace of mind, and it had always been like this.

The two sat side by side on the bed. An Ming told Robin about the illusion in detail. The warm sunlight outside the window shone between their crossed hands.

"You mean, someone wants you to be forced to be the one who changes fate, which means that Huanlong shouldn't have died at this time in Luofu in the original script..."

Robin pursed her lips and looked at An Ming in confusion: "Why do you have to kill Huanlong?"

"When I first found out about this, I asked Elio, what would happen if I imprisoned Huanlong? But the answer I got was, 'As long as Huanlong comes to Luofu, she will die in your hands.'"

"Fate...fate," the robin murmured to herself, her voice as light as a whisper in the breeze. Before hearing Fu Xuan's story, she was not a person who believed in fate.

But fate is like some fundamental principle of the universe, just like the law that planets move in predetermined orbits. It exists objectively regardless of whether people admit it or not, and it controls the direction of all things in the universe with an invisible and powerful force.

Fate is so unreasonable. Once you are written into the script of fate, you will bear the inevitable consequences.

"Who on earth could bring the backlash of fate to you?" Robin frowned slightly. The only person she could think of who could do such a thing was the Star God.

"Who knows," An Ming looked at Xiao Xioniao's profile. Her green eyes were filled with worry at the moment. In fact, no matter what kind of enemy it was, as long as they were by his side, he could do anything.

Along the way, the past he has recovered along the way are An Ming's most precious memories.

An Ming has never been afraid of fate, from being a firefly burned out at the beginning to slashing the sword of existence towards nothingness, the backlash of fate has always followed him, but the only one who can change An Ming is himself.

Many people call An Ming a savior, but only he knows that the so-called savior is just trying his best to grab the hand of the one he loves.

"Even if Huanlong didn't exist, An Ming would still rewrite his destiny in the future."

"From the moment he woke up in the space station, he was the only one who looked down upon his fate, and his omnipotent fate began to go astray again and again."

"He used only a sword to cut off the trajectory of past destiny, thus opening up a brand new destiny curve, which is tantamount to opening up a brand new parallel world."

“When the laws of the universe are touched, when the past that is pushed back at the end is no longer what has been experienced before, a brand new universe will be born at the new end.”

Elio closed the notebook in his hand and looked at Kafka sitting opposite him. "Now do you understand everything I said?"

"So the illusion is just a reason."

Kafka stared at the pupils reflected in the red wine glass. She had always felt a sense of disharmony along the way until she got the answer from Elio.

The black cat spread out its paws in a very human way, "I just figured it out recently. The end that I experienced before may have already changed."

"So there will be 'laws' to correct all this?"

"Laws, rules, roots, or the essence of the universe, it doesn't matter what you call it," Elio shrugged and looked at the screen where Liuying walked into the spaceship with Tingyun and said:

"But our little firefly has never bowed to fate."

"Will we witness a new end?" Complex thoughts flashed across Kafka's eyes, or perhaps we will witness a new war of the gods.

Perhaps in the near future, the entire world will undergo a major reshuffle.

As for that opportunity...

"The name of a slave who gambles his fate," Elio's vertical pupils flashed with golden light, "that opportunity will be...his last 'dream'."

When the past that has been robbed from the long river of time reappears, when all the answers are known, the final battle of the end will come.

Silver Wolf, who was sitting on the sofa playing a passionate fighting game, listened for a while and finally came to the conclusion that he would hire a rememberer to translate their conversation when he had enough credit points.

What’s the difference between this and listening to Chinese and then translating it into Chinese?

We are all star core hunters, why is it that she is the only one who doesn’t understand anything?

The prisoner beside him also sighed quietly. Silver Wolf glanced at the sword in his hand and said with a curled lip: "Well, Ren, I will teach you a trick. You stand in Luofu with your sword and hang a sign around your neck that says:"

"【Ten credit points each time, stab as many times as you like, if you are a family member, stab me】Definitely!"

Silver Wolf raised his eyebrows, obviously shocked by his own genius idea. If things keep accumulating over time, he will be stabbed to death one day.

Ren actually thought seriously, and finally gave an equally serious reply: "Why don't I stab Dan Feng."

"6."

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Ghost prison.

Cold sweat flowed from his forehead to his neck and condensed into ice in just ten seconds.

The disguised cloud riders beside it all stopped in their tracks with stiff steps, their eyes empty and blank, as if their souls were cut off in an instant. All the Buli people present had the illusion that they had died once.

It was just the aftermath of a sword intent...that sword never took them seriously from beginning to end, but went straight to the huge door at the end of the road.

"What on earth is that...?"

Mo Du had never felt such fear before, not even when facing the so-called General Tianji on the battlefield. The aftermath of the sword intent that just flashed by had shattered their confidence to pieces.

The knife seemed to have walked out of a purgatory of corpses and blood, but it turned into nothingness after one slash.

"Now, what should I do now?!"

When the race that spreads fear feels fear for the first time, chaos begins.

Mo Du shouted angrily: "Do you want to go back now? What can you change by going back? Going back will only lead to death!"

The Buli people no longer have the glory of the past, and bringing Hu Lei back to the tribe from the prison is the only and last resort.

Since we are going to die anyway, why not die with more honor!

But now their whereabouts are likely to be exposed, and there is no time to wait any longer, "Go straight ahead and rescue Lord Hu Lei!"

With a roar from Moto, without waiting for the door to open completely, all the people rushed out of their hidden shelters.

Huang Quan's sword intent happened to come at the moment when the door was opening. The terrifying sword intent made Xue Yi suddenly realize that something was wrong. She wanted to stop the door opening process immediately, but was instantly blown away by the giant claw that forced its way through the crack in the door.

Hu Lei was worthy of being the leader of Bu Li's battle. He made the fastest reaction and action in just an instant. If he didn't force his way through the door and rush out at this moment, he would never have the chance to escape.

The most important thing is not whether we can leave, but if we don’t break out at this moment, the Bu Li people outside will be wiped out.

The sword intent was directed at it. No one could feel the strength of the owner of the sword intent better than Hu Lei. Even in the most prosperous era of the Buli people, the sword intent at that moment was enough to destroy an entire tribe in an instant.

After blowing off the snow coat with one claw, Hu Lei tore the body of the man walking away from him without any hesitation and poured the gushing blood into his mouth.

When the power that had been sealed for a long time was nourished again, Bu Lizhanshou burst out with astonishing momentum, and his claws like a blood moon covered the entire space.

Mo Ze reacted extremely quickly and kicked Jiao Qiu away. He only had time to raise his dagger before he was instantly blasted against the wall by a claw.