Vol 2 Chapter 181: Trick

Chapter 181 Tips
I have finished talking about it, how can I still turn it down...

Tyres opened his eyes gently.
where is he?
It does not matter.
What is important is what he feels.
His thoughts seem to have changed a bit—it seems to be sloppy, like a sloping water with a layer of yarn.
It seems that everything is... careless?
How could this be.
Tyres vaguely knew his situation - but he didn't want to change that feeling.
This is good, isn't it?
Just like entering another realm.
Taylors raised his gaze.
There is a gray piece in front of me... round grain?
Yes, Tells saw a gray stone.
No, not one.
It is one of the inlaid stones.
It’s amazing.
These stones and stones are so far apart that they can't get closer to each other.
But so close, they are closer to each other than the vast majority of the world, tighter, almost integrated.
I don’t know for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years later, they are always close to each other, and sometimes they are close to each other.
The magical world, isn't it? There is such a fun and vivid relationship between the two solidified stones.
What else is that of the world? Do they also have such an interesting relationship?
Certainly yes.
Why didn't you notice this before?
Didn't notice the wonders of this world?
Perhaps, he used to be stupid.
Tyres thought calmly and wavelessly.
His line of sight slowly rose upwards.
The stone is getting farther and farther away from him... maybe getting closer?
This still does not matter.
What is important is that the distance between him and the stones is changing, and at each moment when these distances change, they become different from each other—the stone is in him, and he is in the stone.
The line of sight continues to rise.
Ah, it turns out that - Tyres is a bit stunned - these stones make up the surface of a tile.
Rough and uneven, high and low undulating surface.
A wonderful combination.
They are clearly stone particles, but because of the special distance and position between them, they become another kind of existence.
The existence of the name "surface of the floor tile".
Just like humans.
When losing distance and location, each individual is an independent person.
But when they increase or decrease distance, change position, stand together... while standing in one dimension, one region, one society, it becomes another existence.
The existence of the name "crowd."
Wait a minute - a small voice tells him in the sense of Thales - maybe it can be reversed, just because of their existence, position and distance will be decided.
How did he know this?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
The important thing is - this is really interesting.
Let's see more.
Tells saw: This is a gray-black octagonal floor tile that is spliced ​​with countless identical tiles.
Is it a man-made tile? Therefore, the distance between the floor tiles and the floor tiles is so uneven.
Or, in fact, people who put together them feel very uniform? Because they can't perceive the beauty of evenness? The beauty of balance?
Or, in fact, this is their "evenness" - also right, pulling a little, these tiles are paved, isn't it a very uniform ground?
Tyres raised his gaze to the highest.
He knows that this is a day.
Because this being called "daytime" is defined by the position of the ground and the sun.
The sun has passed through the sky - forming a wonderful positive angle with the ground.
In front of it is an exotic house – the strange sheet-like eaves are tilted up in the corners, the doors made of heavy sinking wood, the windows that are glazed together, and the blacks that come and go, dressed in smooth robes. Black people, from time to time in a gorgeous house inside and outside the shuttle.
They are nervous without exception.
Why are you nervous?
Tyres’s thoughts moved a little, and he knew why.
In that room, there was a woman—a young woman with dark-haired black eyes, surrounded by a group of women, crying painfully in a pool of blood.
The woman's lower abdomen is high up - she is giving birth.
They didn't have to be nervous—he saw that the life in the woman's belly was strong and strong, and it was constantly moving her limbs.
She will give birth.
And a husband like a woman, the man who is elegant and noble in clothes and accessories, is being blocked by another group of men, and his expression is difficult.
So, Taylors snarled: the house and the house were isolated.
This is why the house is tense and dignified, and the hardships outside the house are difficult – it’s a pity that if they can see each other...
Even... if they can see the woman in the woman’s abdomen...
Do you not have to worry, worry, fear, and suffering?
Soon, the woman’s screams stopped, and her trembling body slowly calmed down.
And with a faint cry, a baby girl was taken out.
The man outside the house got the news, desperately broke through the block and rushed into the house.
The man trembled and squatted down in front of the bed, holding the woman's weak hand and nervously comforting his wife in a language he couldn't understand.
The woman smiled.
Finally, someone respectfully handed the baby girl with her eyes closed to the man.
The man took his daughter.
God...
Look at all of this Taylors, look at the black-haired, excited, excited man, and look at the black-haired, sullen woman.
Can't help but want to laugh.
What if they know the truth?
The baby girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at the first person in the world.
The man holding the baby girl saw the baby girl and trembled.
The man looked up in horror, panicked at the people around him, spitting the language he couldn't understand, and seemed to be at a loss.
Someone frowned and came up, looked at the baby girl, and then stiffened in place.
The house was in awe.
Immediately, the woman shivered and screamed, crying, the servants’ nervous comfort, and the man’s roaring came one after another...
Hehehe--Tells, who looked at all this, laughed.
Yes, he looked at the baby girl and looked at her blue eyes--with her "father" and her mother's black eyes, all of which were out of the blue eyes.
Probably the man would not have thought that his wife's daughter - actually not his daughter?
It’s ridiculous.
Tyres took his eyes back and the thoughts in his heart were mechanically overturned:
If a man had seen his "daughter" a few months ago, he had a pair of blue eyes that were not inherited from him...
No, not only that.
The baby's skin color is obviously white, the hair is partial, and the nose is slightly raised. This is already obvious before birth - unfortunately, men don't know.
If he knows...
Then he still needs to be chilling and painful, resentful and angry after full expectations and worries, suffering and waiting, as it is today?
Do not.
He does not need.
But men can't see through the wife's belly, and they can't see the wife's betrayal - so he is destined to experience it.
His vision is too narrow, and his knowledge is too limited.
This is the price of stupidity and ignorance.
Sad and ridiculous.
Tyres was tired of it all, and he turned his head.
Ok?
Not quite right.
He was originally looking forward to seeing the interior walls of the mansion.
But what did Taylors see?
Rising sun.
and also……
Black, maybe with a little white?
Do not.
Black is the color of water.
White is the foam and reflection on the water.
What he saw was the ocean under the sun.
Endless sea.
Endless?
Do not.
It is too narrow.
This sea area.
From this end to the end, the sea is small.
It has a smaller island on one side and a narrow coastline on the other.
It is very large, very large, almost endless—especially for the narrow sail ship sailing in the sea like a boat.
Tyres quietly looked at the flag on the ship.
On the flag is a white seagull carrying an anchor.
interesting.
Seagull with anchor.
Sky and sea bottom.
It seems to be out of reach, but inseparable distance.
The sailors on the boat did their duty to do their duty.
A young man with no beard and long hair, dressed clean and tidy, behave decently and politely - incompatible with the rude sailors who are surrounded by sweat and stains - standing by the rudder, with an impatient steering wheel Talking about something, looking at the sea level ahead with excitement.
"Trust me, the previous failure is just the test of Errol... We have already passed the black vortex. According to the nautical chart of my ancestors, we will soon find..."
This time, Taylors understood.
Although the man's lingua franca has a rather strange accent: the pitch rise and fall is particularly noticeable, and is not the same as the rude, short and powerful Northern accent and the bite of the Star King.
This youth seems to be a personal thing - the captain? Or the employer of this ship?
Unfortunately, Taylors laughed again - once the man turned his head, he would see the contempt and disdain in the eyes of the sailors.
"How can the boss listen to this little boy? I heard that he is a gang of Varyl, not a nobleman?" One of the sailors whispered to the old sailor companion who was tucking the cable around him: "Follow him, Take the risk to drive the boat to this place..."
"Of course he is a gangster, but he didn't know the ancestors of several generations. He was selected for the 36 seats." The latter stared at the young man with a sinister look: "I owe the boss a debt. Somehow, the boss is not only not Move him, and immediately leave Jingbi City, and come to this cursed place, even the long Qingdao scheduled in the voyage will not go."
"Ending the sea eye - is this place so embarrassing?" The first sailor frowned. "Everyone's face is very bad."
"Of course, you think about it," the old sailor snorted and his expression was not good: "It’s at our feet, I don’t know how deep the sea is, buried the entire empire, a whole million people, and the sea. The bubble became a bone, and it was broken into pieces by the sea fish..."
"It is said that their souls have not rested for six hundred years, full of resentment and pain..."
"There are strange things happening every year, very strange and weird..."
But the youth cannot see the scene behind themselves.
Even when he turned his head, the sailors put away their emotions and bowed their heads to live – so he never knew his true position on the ship.
Why is he so stupid?
He didn't know that the helmsman around him, the heart in the body is jumping faster and faster, the blood is getting faster and faster, and the whole person is getting more and more annoyed?
Why did he still have to talk to the helmsman?
He didn't know that when almost everyone on the boat was looking at him, the pupils in his eyes would shrink, and then release disgust and disgust?
He didn't know that a piece of wood at the bottom of the ship was already overwhelmed. Is it possible to be picked up by a huge wave at any time?
He doesn't know?
Of course - Tyres continues to laugh - all the people on the boat, they can't see, in the thick fog about a few kilometers away, a warship with a blood parrot flag is facing them. .
The fierce pirates above, open their stinky mouths, are stunned and intoxicated, in the wine and blood, count their own harvest a few days ago, playing with the shivering captives - especially women.
The pirate’s head is still excited to announce that he will return to Hong Kong after grabbing a ship.
In the pirates' arsenal, they wiped the sharp blades and swords, and the machine and the projection bow were waiting quietly.
The young man, and the ship he is in - why are they so stupid?
Why do you have to sail forward?
It’s so simple, so obvious...
Why do they just don't know?
They are in the most amazing world, but they know nothing about everything around them?
It’s a waste.
It’s really boring.
Taylor couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
He turned his head again.
Huh?
He saw a sand under the moonlight.
sand.
Wonderful creation.
It is stacked with its myriad of similarities, constructing an entire desert with equally fantastic and average relative positions.
In this way, countless sands rub, squeeze, and cling to each other.
In this way, countless sands push, resist, and stay away from each other.
Tyles looked at every sand in the desert, and he sighed: they formed the same wonderful desert.
He turned his head again.
I saw it - a leaf in the darkness?
This time he has experience.
More than just leaves.
It is a forest, a dark forest under the night sky.
There are faint eyes in the jungle that reveal a pair of fluorescent eyes - countless animals that are hunting or hunting.
But they are still too poor.
Tyres scorned in his heart.
An open-minded digging an ant nest next to the moist soil, there is a huge beetle in this nest, which makes the hungry it overjoyed, but unfortunately, it does not know, hundreds of meters away, with it The companion of the evening has become a prey in the mouth of a lone wolf.
And hunting a cockroach, an old wolf who is excited for dinner, I don’t know, it is mixed with the same wolf group, is under another tree, and is hunted by a jungle panther from the branch. .
The Panthers don’t know that the descendants she gave birth six years ago are squatting under the creek of a raging giant rhinoceros hoof and will die.
The giant rhinoceros does not even know that in the upper reaches of the creek, a group of heavily armed human beings are excited to peel, retain bones and take meat from the remains of their cousins.
And this group of humans also do not know, in the dense jungle behind them, countless flashing purple eyes are staring at them coldly, and in the dark silently open the bow and arrow in their hands.
These pointed ear creatures with purple eyelids probably wouldn’t have thought of a forest whistle in a few miles away. One of their kind is working with another white skin's pointed ear creature to open a machete to kill the sword. And at the last moment, he was worn by a sword.
The white-eyed winner snorted and dismissed, letting the body of the purple-eyed cockroach slowly rot, and then was turned into a food by a group of ants.
The ants were migrating here a few days ago, and they were the losers of another war – another powerful ant colony drove them here. But they may be happy to know that they were driven out of the enemy community in the habitat, but just moved back to the body of an old beetle and suffered a catastrophe under a mischievous claw.
Taylors quietly watched the most complete food chain dominate everything here.
They - these creatures don't know all about it?
Really, interesting and sad.
At this time, Taylors suddenly felt a wonderful heat flow.
From his whole body - wait, whole body?
Taylors suddenly realized a problem.
What about his body?
The next moment, a wonderful feeling is transmitted to every sense of his.
Countless scenes, like a water curtain that flows quickly, flashed through his eyes.
Different styles of eaves.
Sailing boat under the sea.
Quiet desert under the moon.
Vibrant jungle.
Tyres looked at it all intently.
interesting.
Fun.
wonderful.
More and more scenes flashed in front of you: glaciers in blizzards, castles on sea cliffs, warm wetlands, grasslands in the sunset, vast plains at dusk, fortresses at night, reflecting the moonlight...
Soon, Taylors felt that the world in front of him was getting clearer.
More and more surprised.
He is also getting more and more excited and more and more satisfied.
Everything in the world is presented to him, everything he sees, and he knows what he hears.
Do not.
Not only that.
He knows everything.
He seems to be standing where everything happens.
He is in everything.
He is everything!
Taylors is getting more and more happy.
He is enjoying this feeling.
And want more.
More!
See more, know more, get more.
More!
The scene in front of him flashed faster and faster.
More and more urgent.
The scenery is getting shorter and shorter.
next moment.
"Boom!"
It was like a thunder in the ear.
Taylors only felt that it was black.
All the scenes are no longer changing, but they are actually in front of us!
Just like watching countless movies at the same time, the movie shows everything in the world!
As if he was standing in all corners of the world at the same time.
More than that, not just that.
There was a sudden squeeze in the senses of Tells.
Next second.
Taylors only felt a violent sway!
A dull sound echoed emptyly in his consciousness.
And his consciousness is like something slammed into it.
Boom!
This sound...just like someone is knocking at the door.
Boom!
His consciousness was shaking again.
Boom!
The third sound, Tyres slightly shocked!
I don't know how long it took, and Taylors suddenly felt that all the existence around him was moving instantly.
That moment, like a door was pushed open.
He entered a new world.
In this new world, his senses are incomparably clear.
From the tiniest particles, the deepest underground, to the vast sea, the sky, he not only sees everything in the world.
At that moment, it seems that he is the world.
But at this time, the accident happened.
A tingling sensation that irritates the skin, approaching from his consciousness.
Tyres trembled a little, and there was a faint doubt in his heart: What happened?
His consciousness seems to suddenly rise to a silent dark void.
Almost as he entered the void, Tyres immediately had a strange induction.
Just like instinct.
Correct.
It feels like someone is spying on himself.
He didn't know how he sensed it, but his instincts told him: After this darkness of the void, there were a few strange eyes.
Taylors raised his eyes subconsciously and wanted to penetrate the darkness.
However, at the moment of his thoughts, there was no warning to him that he was closest to him.
That is a light ball.
Colorless ball of light.
Boom!
It was a violent impact.
In the darkness, this colorless light ball suddenly appeared, giving him a sense of cloud and fog, as if it could not be touched.
Before he could wait for the reaction, the ball of light was slightly moved.
Immediately, a sentence that has no life is echoing in his ear:
"No rude."
Tyres’s gaze.
what?
This light ball... conscious?
"what?"
At this point, this colorless ball of light questions, and the words are still dry: "I haven't seen you - your threshold name?"
Threshold name?
Magician... Magic can... Magic can begin with...
From the seemingly separated memory, Taylors remembered several familiar terms.
He suddenly got a spirit!
But before he even thought about it, his line of sight suddenly moved away from the ball of light.
"Hey!"
The dry voice is slowly decreasing, just like shouting in the distance: "Who are you?"
Taylors ignored it and his consciousness seemed to sink.
boom!
Taylors felt that his vision had shaken again.
He met a pile of iron-gray - flashing debris?
Unlike the just-bright ball, this pile of debris seems to be lifeless and unconscious.
But it was when Tels was confused.
There was another burst of brown smoke on the front.
It’s just that the smog gives him the same feeling as the iron-gray pieces.
It seems that there is a lack of vitality.
Not even speaking.
In the heart of Tyres, the pile of debris and the smog slowly left.
Boom!
Another burst of impact - Tyres has gotten used to it.
Soon, a blue glow appeared in front of you.
But this time, this light is conscious.
The glaucom has an indefinite contour, ranging from circular to rectangular, from elliptical to long, and different.
"Oh, ah," the soft, unwelcome voice came from the blue light. The voice, like its master, fluttered around: "Which idiot, is the brain broken?"
"Is it in the door?"
"Fleland boss? Ai Xida small stupid? Old ghost Sager? Fierce cockroaches? Cute classmate L? Or flat sister Giza?"
These names... are some familiar?
There are a few doubts in the mind of Tyres.
this is……
where am I?
What am I doing?
Why am I... I can't remember anything?
"Hey," the voice in the blue glow continued to smile: "Don't tell me, you are the legendary Toros Dad!"
After thinking of a few questions, Tyres’s thoughts suddenly became chaotic.
In the panic, the cyan light suddenly disappeared in front of him.
"Hey, how are you going... It’s not really Toros..."
The sound of blue light is coming from far away:
"Don't hurry... you are my idol... at least leave a signature..."
Tyles hit twice again, and encountered two strange, but no life, no sound: a silver wall, a golden cube.
When Tyres was unaware of it, a purple gleam appeared in front of him.
The purple light shimmered, but gave him a sharp and fierce feeling, almost impossible to look directly.
And its response is simple:
"roll!"
It seems to be a stinky guy.
"Leave far away!"
The voice of evil continued to come.
Then, the purple shimmer disappeared.
Tyre's slight glimpse reveals a question in his long consciousness:
what happened?
Next second.
Boom!
After the impact reappeared, Tells came to a glowing human figure.
The outline of the human figure?
It flashed the familiar blue light.
Another one?
This feeling - like flowing, but everywhere?
However, the outline slowly conveyed a familiar voice:
"Don't worry anymore."
"Tells."
Tyres thought.
Does it know me?
This familiar voice...
"All of us feel your presence."
Everyone?
my existence?
I?
At that moment, a lot of memories seemed to suddenly return to the mind of Taylors.
Taylor's heart moved.
"Wait, you are..." Tells looked at the ball of light with a puzzled look, and a looming name emerged in the vague heart:
"You are Ashida?"
The outline of the blue light flashes slightly.
Taylors affirmed his own guess.
"I am trapped underground, I don't know what happened to you, I don't know why you can slam the door directly..."
The magician of the gas, the good voice of Ahidah Sakken, came slowly from the ball of light, sounded calm and calm, without a trace of extra feelings: "But this is too dangerous, you must exit immediately This state..."
Tyres reveals a confused mood: "What?"
However, "Ahida" did not respond to him, only to hear the magician anxiously:
"Listen! They also sensed..."
"They will come to you!"
"Before you are completely locked..."
"Flee!"
Thanks to the "End of the Book" in the past few days, everyone's strong support, I saw a lot of book friends' big rewards, from 500 to 1000, from 5000 (I don't know how 5000 is pressed out, APP rewards There is no such value in the button?) To 10000, no sword is very moving...
Cough, get down to business, "School of the Dead", this is the third book without a sword, please support!
After the opening of the year, I went to work without a sword, and updated the horses.
Writing a book is not a regular job, so eating a meal is more important.
(End of this chapter)