to complete the report. Put it in your “to-do” drawer. He did two more things that were absolutely unnecessary - he replaced the spines of all the books with fresh ones, then went out through the back window and rearranged all the trees - they were originally facing the top of the tree. , but he felt that freshmen should have a new atmosphere.
After doing this, he went out leisurely.
In front of his residence, there is a relatively flat ground about ninety miles in diameter. When they just spread out the Wei Xing Qi Nian like a tablecloth, it was a blurry, unfocused gray area. At that time, it was even difficult to judge the slope with just your eyes. If you just walked, it would be extremely easy to fall.
After they completed the construction, the text tower rose from the ground, divided into fifteen offices, the most magnificent library in the entire plane, a two-story exhibition hall, nearly two hundred storage rooms with different functions, and three hundred balconies. , this area turned into a crystallized area, flashing with eleven colored lights day and night. Those lights were refracted by the crystallized dust covering all the roads and alleys, making this place seem to be floating on the water, swaying with the waves. The same bubble picture.
After Beelzebub and all the higher-ups of hell came, this area was different again. The crystallized dust was burned together, making all the roads smooth. The bright and fragile colorful trees and plants were broken at the waist, and the liquid from the tree stumps gathered in the recesses, forming a tower that never burned out all night long. lake of fire. Of course, this change was also the most cordial and at the same time the most ignored by him.
After that, his impression of this place became a little less focused. The large offset increased temperatures by one-third and changed the geology at a deep level. New towers were built and areas were divided. There must be such things. Then there are those seven thousand years. The lake of fire was only a dry hemisphere pointing downwards, with oil-body aberrations marking its territory at the edge. The smooth road was buried under a thick layer of ashes - from the continuous transport of magic fire for thousands of years. There have been great changes both above and below the Word Tower - the golden underground transfer room led by the gold element councilor Ero Baba, and the calculation fort that is buckled on the tower like a hat out of proportion.
However, these changes are not as intuitive as the changes in front of us. When he first stepped out, Yi Cha even reacted for a moment - the traces of the lake of fire, the lair of the oil-bodied monster, and the ashes flying everywhere disappeared from his sight.
Only a white field remains. Unobstructed and empty, the sky above it seemed complex and ambitious. He walked up and heard no reply.
There is nothing here. There are no moving or immovable objects. Logically speaking, this place should be quite lively - countless resurrected souls filled almost every corner of Weixing Qimian (he didn't want to say who he stepped on under the carpet when he went downstairs). But there is still a way. There is only one line, extending forward alone.
There was an angel sitting on the roadside, his head bowed deeply and his eyes buried in his arms. Icha walked over and sat next to him. The angel stirred and raised his head.
"Ah. It's you." Xishu said. "You..." He seemed to be looking for the right way to express himself, but failed in the end - the correct option was not within his known range. "how are you feeling?"
"Not very good." Yi Cha lied. He was in a good mood and did not want to punish the person in front of him with sincerity. It is true that he deserves punishment, simply because of his identity rather than his actions - but so what, he is not his superior angel. Even if he deserves to go to hell, it's not his job - there's a subtle division of labor. "What about you? It must be bad, right?"
"Probably so." Xishu said. The tone sounded less certain. "should be."
The angel stopped again, motionless and speechless.
Yi Cha looked around boredly.
"Where are the other guys?" he asked. "They should be with you. Someone has to be with you."
"who?"
"There is always a side." Icha said in Ke Qier's words. "The key is which side. Your commander or your comrade."
His true nature suddenly came to light, and he couldn't help but smile maliciously. "Looking at it this way, you should obviously choose the latter. Well. The former is not bad either." He began to analyze seriously. "Because they won. Two simple truths: It's wise to be on the winning side at any time. It's very loyal to be on your own side at any time. And the simplest truth is that when they coincide time. You are now a living angel. The situation of the war has long been clear. It is self-evident what to choose."
Xishu blinked and looked at him. Most angels have golden eyes. Cha noticed that he was not. Um. He had noticed it long ago. This is a sign. Otherwise he wouldn't have chosen him among the many bright and deadly angels. This angel is special. Of course, there may be a discrepancy between the reason this guy thinks he's special and the real reason.
"it goes without saying……"
Xishu muttered quietly. "That's what I don't understand. There are so many things that are self-evident that I don't understand. And because they are self-evident, it becomes self-evident that you can't even ask. And I think ask……"
Yi Cha waited and did not hear the next question. "What do you want to ask?" He understood. "You don't even know what to ask."
"Yes." Xishu said. He smiled hollowly. "I don't even know what to ask. Ah. Why hasn't the commander come to punish me yet?"
"Good question. I don't know." Of course, that was another lie. "Ask questions I know."
"That……"
He thought about it for a long time. This time there was a little sparkle in his eyes, and he seemed to feel that he had found some clue. "How do you decide which side you should be on?"
"I will always be on the side of the eternal fire of hell." Yicha said with a smile.
"How do you judge?"
"I don't judge. That's it."
"That's not the case." Xi Shu frowned. "Sir Keqier told me. He said that you did something unforgivable to the Demon Lord. In front of the fire of hell, you betrayed it. You...you are also a traitor..."
to check on him for a while. Then laughed.
"First question. You are right." He decided to explain. "What I did was truly unforgivable. That's what demons do. It's called the 'demonic paradox.' You know what? If a demon doesn't do the unforgivable, then he is unforgivable. So that's it. Explained the second question. I never turned away from the fire of hell. Because it was never in front of me."
"Ah..." Xishu paused for a long time. "Where you are. It's where you are."
"Yes."
(End of chapter)
