Chapter 1707: dialogue

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Text Chapter 1707 Dialogue






The man moved, stood up, patted some sand on the cloak, bent over and got out of the bedroom, strode out of the house, and stood in front of the seven or eight thugs. The mobs rode dune buggies that can drive in the desert. The models are obviously old models, which are huge and bloated. The car shell is oily, and it has also been modified, with tapered steel thorns installed on both sides of the car, or a baffle with thin cloth thorns on the front of the car.
They still have guns in their hands. They are all rifles of the old age. Although they are not comparable to magic weapons, it is quite easy to make some holes in unarmed men. What's more, one is carrying a rocket launcher, even though they only have one shell, it is enough for shock.
In the face of such firepower, as long as you are slightly sane, you know what to do.
So the man asked, "How much tax do I have to pay?"
Qing Gui is a middle-aged man in his forties. Perhaps he was once a strong man, but now his belly has bulged out and his muscles have no previous lines. With that messy hair, he may not look better than him. How many homeless people are. He had a cyan sweat scarf tied to his forehead, and he talked about a cigar he didn't know where he had picked it from. He hadn't been willing to smoke, but he just slapped the cigar in his mouth but finally lit it. He was wearing an old wallet with no underwear inside, and an iron necklace hung in front of his fluffy chest. The leader riding on the sand buggy was holding a rifle in his hand, pointed at the man with the muzzle and smiled: "It depends on how much you think your life is worth."
A thin man in a patched cloak walked up with a dagger in his hand. When he smiled, he revealed a row of yellow teeth. One of the front teeth was missing. He stretched out his hand to search the man's body, and the dagger was standing. On each other's neck.
"You better not touch me." The man whispered.
The thin man chuckled: "You are not a wife, so what are you afraid of. Don't worry, our brother is not interested in men's butts."
Then he leaned his hand into the man's cloak, and the moment he touched the man's body, the thin man's hand felt a cold first, and then there was bone pain! He screamed and pulled out his hand, a fire, a dark yellow flame, burning in his hand at some point. But the flames should have been hot, but the thin man only felt utterly cold. His hands were quickly destroyed in the flames, and the flames greedily spread to his whole body. The thin man screamed and walked back in the fire. As a result, he fell into a mass of ashes within two steps. Strangely, his cloak, shoes and other foreign objects were not damaged at all!
The leader of Qing Gui's eyes widened, the cigar in his mouth fell on the sand, and then he roared: "Shoot, kill this bastard!"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt that the gun in his hand was extremely hot. At some unknown time, a ball of flame had enveloped his gun, and then extended to his body. The leader screamed, but soon he couldn't scream because of the billowing flames from his mouth and eyes.
In a few seconds, all seven or eight thugs turned black and gray, but the clothes showed no signs of burning. As if doing a trivial thing, the man turned around to walk into the room. However, the moment he turned around, the surrounding space changed dramatically. The desert and the town are gone, here is a barren battlefield. Gray corpses can also be seen on the battlefield, battleships burning and falling in the distance, and the roar of some kind of giant beast in the void.
Just above this battlefield, a sea of ​​fire lay. A throne floated under the sea of ​​fire, and a man sat on it. He is extremely majestic, like a king who controls the life and death of all things, looking at the man condescendingly, "When will you escape?"
The man said lightly: "I call it confrontation."
"Confrontation?" The king on the throne said solemnly: "I don't know what this means, just like you sighing at a dead thing. I really can't understand the behavior of creatures like you, even if you sigh again, you are dead. It’s impossible for people to be born again."
"You are right. Our people are called the gods of destruction and creation, but we can create all things, but we cannot create life. So I can only look at some things in the past and miss a certain face that has passed away. ."
"Of course you won't understand. After all, you are not a creature, you are just a program created by the Creator."
The voice of the man on the throne did not fluctuate in the slightest: "Since you understand this, you should know that your confrontation is meaningless. Even if I delay the time of dusk by suppressing my will, it will eventually come."
"Just as there is no eternal thing in the universe, everything will always die, life is a process from birth to death. We come to dusk, but to complete this process ahead of schedule, then what is the meaning of your confrontation?"
Gently removing the cap of the cloak, revealing a determined face, the man said: "Even so, no one is qualified to complete this process in advance. After all, the Creator is just to plunder the energy of this universe, so why bother? It sounds so grand."
"What about you, and your so-called plan." The man on the throne said: "Do you think you can hide it from me? I didn't stop it, just because you are doing it completely meaningless. Not discussing this plan can Whether it succeeds, even if it succeeds, what can you do if you obliterate me?"
"Once I disappear, the Creator will know immediately. At that time, it will enter the universe personally. Then it will not be the end of an era, but the destruction of the entire universe!"
The man on the ground laughed: "If the Creator can directly enter this universe, he doesn't need to create you and us, or create a cosmic farm like Eboyins. It cannot directly enter the universe, or say To be able to enter, it has to pay a high price that it is not willing to pay."
The man on the throne is silent ~EbookFREE.me~Well, today you have enough words to disappear. When I can still suppress you, I have the final say, you know? "The man on the ground waved his hand.
Like the corner of the opening cloth, the battlefield, the sea of ​​fire and the throne disappeared one by one, the world is still that world, and the town is still that small town. Only the voice of the man on the throne echoed gently in the air: "How long have you suppressed me? It doesn't matter. I can wait. Time is also meaningless to me."
"But I have, bastard. At least, I can give him a little delay."
This time, no voice answered him.
He looked at the hut in front of him, and whispered: "You said before, if you love you, I will plant a tree for you. I promised, I said I will plant a forest for you, because of my love for you. A mere tree can express it."
"It's a pity that I didn't have time to fulfill this promise, and I was forced to fall asleep. Lanni, now I am giving you a forest. Would you blame me for being too late?"
"It's too late, it's been late for twenty years."