Vol 2 Chapter 3800: Ashes

Collected?
What is it collected?
Ning Shu asked, "Do you want to take him away?"
Counting this is also considered the ashes of the little mice.
The expression of the sky is a bit difficult to say, looking at Ning Shu: "Do you not say that I want to scatter his ashes to the sea of ​​stars?"
Ning Shu stunned, the voice is inexplicable, "You are so romantic?"
Anyway, in Ning Shu’s mind, there is only one expression pack, and that is your ashes.
Cutting the sky: ...
The sky took out a bottle from the meson space and began to collect the powder of the star. It was touched directly by the bottle without contact.
Once this powder comes into contact, it becomes dim and annihilated.
The sky was just a shallow layer of the bottom of the bottle, and the faint light of these powders gathered together, giving off a faint glow.
It can also be used to illuminate it.
Ning Shu also began to collect, use the bottle to pick up, and ask one by one: "What do you collect for these, can the little mice survive?"
Cut the sky: "He is not muddy, he can live together when he is pinched together."
Ning Shu is a bit confused, "What do you collect for this?"
Looking at the powder in the bottle with a slight luster, this is the body of the little mouse.
Where did Li Wen go now?
Ning Shu thinks a little, can imagine that Li Wentou does not return, and left in a cool way.
The real man never looks back at the explosion, and when the little mouse is pinched, it is the same as the smashing.
In this way of death, the little mouse can be said to be very bad.
The sky said: "Then it will be used to illuminate the scorpion, this glowing sand, don't you think it looks good?"
Ning Shu: ...
Sorry, I don't feel at all!
I don't think there is anything good about the body.
When you are alive, the little mice don't see much beauty. If you die, you can still become beautiful.
Ning Shu stretched out his hand and held the bottle constantly to pick up the glowing dust.
Connected one by one, the speed is very slow, some dust falls, and finally the gloss is annihilated.
Ning Shu took a bottle with the sky, and both hands were picked up at the same time.
Ning Shu said: "There is no basin, it is definitely faster to use the basin."
The sky is shaking his head. "If the gloss is faint, it will become dust completely. Ordinary things cannot be used."
Ning Shu snorted, his face slightly exaggerated and suddenly realized the expression, "What is this material?"
Cutting days: "Special coffins."
Ning Shu:! ! ! !
The sky was actually carrying a coffin, Ning Shu asked: "How do you carry this kind of thing on your body?"
Cutting the sky: "The old man gave it to him. When he was vain, he still had to be buried in the earth, and the radiant heat was also a long time."
Ning Shu: ...
It is not very clear that it will become ordinary dust sooner or later.
Ning Shu turned over and looked at the bottle, and looked at the ordinary glass bottle, but the sand inside reflected the fine luster.
It's like some pearls in the sun.
It's a bit like a work of art, but it's the body of a little mouse.
Ning Shu asked again: "Where are you going to put this thing?"
It's a bit weird to carry it around and carry the ashes with you.
It seems, it sounds a bit perverted.
The little mouse didn't care too much: "Where to put it, put the system space."
Ning Shu: e...

Is it still three fragrances every day?
Put it in the system space, think about what is it?
It’s too lazy to cut down.
Ning Shu looked at the sky to collect dust, and finally asked the question that has been hovering in his heart. "Is there a dead mouse?"
Now they say that they are collecting the corpse, but the emptiness of the dead is turned into dust, leaving no trace.
And there is no soul in the void.
When it is annihilated, it is annihilated. When one disappears, the void will be born with new ones.
The sky said: "He is really dead. I am collecting these things just for an experiment. Anyway, I am idle."
Ning Shu curiously asked: "What are you experimenting with, collecting the dust after the death of the void?"
The sky fell, "How do you know?"
Ning Shu Fu, the first time I saw the collection of ashes.
"What do you collect, mix it with water, and put a doll out?" Ning Shu spit out.
The expression of the sky is even more amazing. "How do you know?"
Ning Shu: ...
Me, me, me...
Ning Shu is speechless. "What do you do with your doll?"
"I am going to bake a porcelain doll." Said the sky.
Ning Shu: ...
Porcelain doll baked in ashes, I am going, how do you feel like a ghost story?
How did it not take long to cut the sky, and the hobbies and hobbies are going in a strange direction?
Looking at Ning Shu and asking: "What is your expression?"
"Nothing, I think that baking porcelain dolls, ordinary dust can be."
"Why is it the same, it is the dust that the creatures become, and it must be different, and maybe it will have some ability to live."
Ning Shu is a bit confused. "Do you want to make weapons or make art porcelain dolls?"
How do you feel more surprised when you listen to it? What is the child?
What have you experienced outside, what happened to you in the cub, why you didn't know me.
Cut the sky: "Porcelain dolls, when the production is successful, I get some tattoo on the doll's body, maybe the doll can move, but also fight."
Ning Shu was very surprised. "Can the gods still give life to porcelain dolls?"
"I can't, I can give the doll a little wisdom, let the doll act, but she is not a living body."
Ning Shu: e...
A little dazed.
However, this kind of thing looks really strong, and you must learn to feel the gods.
Ning Shu suddenly wants to go to the cub, and according to the age, in the void, she is also a cub, can the young cubs accept her.
In this way, you can get close to the gods, and you may be able to feel some.
If you don't try to know how to know, if you see a ghost, then the old man of the tree will accept her.
Ning Shu asked in a gossip: "How many kinds of dust you have collected now."
The sky was contemplative for a while, and Ning Shu looked at it and felt distressed. In the case that he did not know, the sky had collected a lot of ashes of the void.
I have to think about it, I guess it is in my mind.
Cutting days: "Not much."
Ning Shu was even more distressed, and he couldn’t remember how much he had collected. He always thought that the sky was being smashed by the young.
The result is that private things are doing this.
Behind all this, is it the distortion of human nature or the demise of morality?
Ning Shu could not help but fall into meditation and asked: "How did you give birth to this hobby?" I didn't know it at all.