The God of Creation is the martial arts of Bai Qi, one of the oldest gods. When Bai Qi fell, the God of Creation gave birth to his will.
He chose a new hold based on his own observations, and this time the holder was a human...
—Xingda City—
Bai Xiaobai didn't know where to go in a strange city.
She can buy a lot of delicious food, but in the end she will take it back to the hotel if she can't eat it.
This city has nothing to do with her.
So after walking around for a while to relax, she returned to the hotel.
She first said hello to Su Zili who was sitting on the bedside table, "I'm back."
Then she sat down on the bed, looking at the moon hanging in the dark night outside, and she and Su Zili had a brief chat.
"Li, I just went out for a walk. Although I haven't gone shopping before, this is the first time I have that feeling. This is a civilization..."
Later, the whole day that was agreed upon was just like that. Deep down, Bai Xiaobai lay on the bed and fell asleep again.
—In a dream—
Wow, I opened the pen again while writing a diary, and ended up turning to the last page.
This notebook is finally finished.
The notes have been well protected without any folds, but inevitably, the large gilded characters on the cover have faded, leaving only the imprints of the original handwriting.
This was different from the past. Bai Xiaobai heard a sigh. This was the first time she heard that person's voice. The voice was full of years and was somewhat familiar.
Is it Lu Yang?
Bai Xiaobai thought this in her dream, but no one gave her an answer, and the dream continued.
The man started writing a diary, as usual, but it seemed different. Bai Xiaobai looked at the day in front of him. The words and strokes in the diary were a bit different, and it was clear that they were not like this last time.
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Teacher, I wrote this diary to the last page. I came here in a hurry and only had this kind of notebook with me that could record. Even if I tried my best to avoid it, it ended up being written to the last page, just like me.
Teacher, this should be the last time I write a diary in this life. Teacher, I am 163 years old this year, and I feel that my life is at the end.
Fang, Master, I have arranged this world properly. I have the Watching God Secret and the Creation God Secret to protect this world.
If there is no external force, I will be far away from the teacher in three months. Now I understand some things.
At that time, I asked why the writings about death in books were always indirect and roundabout, as distant as stars. They flew into the sky on the hot air in the chimney.
Why do you write so vaguely? Is it to make the article look good? When I asked you that, you just laughed and, for the rare thing, you didn't hit me on the head for my rebelliousness.
You know that I will eventually know the answer, and I will know it better than the two senior brothers, so you don't need to worry, right?
I do know now that when I want to write to tell you that I am about to leave, it is really a cruel thing to tell life directly.
The closer we are, the less we want to separate.
Teacher, I am now grateful for the wish I made back then. Even if you held it in your arms and said that I would fall into eternal hardship and pain, I am still grateful. ….
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No matter whether I am old or sick, no matter what the situation is, I never want to forget you. This is what I made a wish for on my 18th birthday.
I know this is such an unreasonable wish. After all, I am just a small person. Master, Master, and Second Senior Brother are all you. You can all live for a long, long time.
If it weren't for Deshizui, I wouldn't be your apprentice at all.
Thank you, Master, for being willing to fulfill my wishful thinking. You gave me a prayer. This powerful prayer even offset the seal you placed later.
It protects my memory.
Teacher, I hope this and this prayer can still protect you, so that I can still remember you in the next reincarnation.
May I never forget.
And the last three lines, teacher, let me say goodbye to you again.
Disciple, no, I couldn’t do my best in front of Master, even though Master is no longer here.
I will not use the power of the Divine Art to make myself immortal. The Divine Art should be reserved as the last resort. Moreover, I don’t want to see the Master again. He is an old man. I
I think I was the most handsome when I was 19.
So, goodbye Master, if so, we will meet again in the next life.
The man controlled the words and just wrote goodbye at the end of the last line.
The entire diary was closed, and the pen fell to the ground. Due to the slope of the ground, it rolled towards the wall, making the sound of metal rubbing against the ground, but no one picked it up...
—In the hotel—
It was rare that Bai Xiaobai's eyes did not keep staring at the note, but followed the pen as it rolled to the wall, and then the next thing he knew, he woke up.
The sunlight during the day shines into the room, which is a little harsh and a little like a world away.
Obviously the last dream was still about his life at the age of 80, but the next dream jumped directly to death at the age of 163.
This span is really big.
Bai Xiaobai sat up and asked Mo Jing, who was still a little dazed, "Why do you think they asked me to see this memory map? I can't change anything after seeing it. Watching him write in the diary is really... It’s so painful”
"Do you want to leave then?" Mo Jing asked Bai Xiaobai carefully.
"Don't leave, I haven't seen the memory yet, let's wait a few more days."
Bai Xiaobai now has a little guess that this is Lu Yang's record, but he needs to see more before he can make a final decision.
The Lu who is accompanying him now, Lu who has always been respected by himself as an omniscient and omnipotent genius, if what was told in the dream was really his fault, then how desperate he must have been without hesitation.
No, if he sleeps again, according to the formula, he should be reincarnated successfully. Bai Xiaobai especially wants to know what happens next.
This time Bai Xiaobai didn't get up, brush her teeth, wash her face and eat breakfast. She retreated into bed again and forced herself to fall asleep again...
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Chapter 171: How should I welcome death?
