The Zheng family is in the country.
The mountains and rivers disintegrated into fine sand, the scorching sun cast a dark light, the oceans dried up, and the rivers flowed backwards.
Many people died, many cried, and many prayed to the gods.
But their god was nowhere to be found at the moment and had no response.
A series of ferocious cracks cannot be healed in the colorful sky.
A curtain like an aurora freezes in the sky. At this moment, the sky no longer distinguishes between day and night. The scene is as sad and beautiful as a picture scroll. Ironically, this is the last beauty before it is on the verge of destruction.
The uncertain sky turned completely dark.
The world is like a house that has lost power. The scorching sun has completely darkened, there is no moon, the sky is dead and dark, and the world has fallen into boundless darkness.
There is no light.
There was no sound.
Became empty.
Bo!
A beam of light passed through the fragmented defensive sky and fell to the earth like a meteor.
In the light of a shooting star, a cat girl with a body as chapped as broken glass and a sad face clung to Zheng Xiu's back, gently taking Zheng Xiu into her arms.
Broken, decomposed, and dispersed, the cracks on the surface of Cat Girl's body fell and quickly turned into powder, dispersing in the world.
"real name,"
"Elegant gentleness."
The looming figure of the cat girl showed a relieved smile on her sad and beautiful face with only half of her face intact. In an instant, she split apart bit by bit, and before completely dissipating, she turned into countless tiny parts. The parts were rejoined and reorganized, spinning around Zheng Xiu, who had his eyes closed, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into an exquisite building. Zheng Xiu is wrapped in a small bungalow.
Zheng Xiu felt like he was soaking in warm sea water, like he was lying in his mother's arms.
Beams of pink light passed through Zheng Xiu's body, repairing Zheng Xiu's body, and curing the "trauma" and "deletion" that Zheng Xiu suffered in the Black Origin Sea.
boom!
The small bungalow, which was completely pink but could not conceal its sense of decay - the "elegant and gentle town" - hit the ground hard. A broken land intertwined with ravines and mountains, under the impact of the latter, instantly turned into a pink desert.
In the shattered "Tender Country", a soft and frail shadow was ejected and fell in the distance like an abandoned doll. It rolled thousands of meters away and finally left a shallow depression in the desert. .
Vast amounts of dust rose into the sky. Zheng Xiu coughed violently, climbed up with difficulty, and crawled towards the circular pit thousands of meters away.
"Annie,"
"Annie,"
"Annie..."
Zheng Xiu's voice was hoarse and he called Annie's name. At first, he crawled awkwardly in the pink desert. Gradually, the pink desert turned into a sea of brown sand. Zheng Xiu changed from crawling to stumbling. Later, he moved faster and faster. Going faster and faster, he came to the pothole with flying strides.
The sky was dead and dark. The earth sometimes cracks, sometimes vibrates, sometimes expands, sometimes collapses, sometimes shrinks, and is extremely unstable. The "voice of all things" in Zheng Xiu's ears weakened little by little, countless lives were disappearing, and the race called "humanity" gradually "died" in this devastated world.
When Zheng Xiu came to the orange cat, he could no longer hear any other sounds in his ears.
Quiet and empty, only the messy whistling is left, which seems to be the cry of the world.
Black streams of light intertwined behind Zheng Xiu, a mini door opened, and the navigator "Wu" flapped his wings and walked out from behind the door.
She said nothing, looking at the hair that had lost its luster in the pit, the figure of the kitten that had completely turned into a dead gray color, and the captain who exuded a strong smell of "longing" and "sadness" .
Zheng Xiu stared blankly at the motionless "gray-black kitten" and stood on the desert for a long time.
He slowly stepped forward, gently held the cold kitten in his arms, sat down, and looked up at the starless night.
What twinkles in the sky are not stars, but "cracks" that are darker than the night.
The navigator Wu slowly flew up. She actually had a lot to tell the captain, including what she remembered. But at this moment, looking at the captain who was obviously very sad but trying to look calm, Xiaowu couldn't say a word. He could only fly next to Zheng Xiu's cheek and gently pat Zheng Xiu's face with his small hands.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes.
…
In front of the inn, the young man was holding a kitten, smiling and looking at the orange cat who was extremely afraid of Feng Bei.
It has no name.
Then call it Xiaofeng.
It's a little female cat.
In front of Mohexuan.
The man is painting, while the woman is holding her chin in her hands, holding her face and looking tenderly at the pensive man. There is an orange cat standing on her head.
Under the eaves.
Feng Bei was wearing a long black dress, looking aloof and cold. The orange cat curled up lazily in the woman's arms, adding a sense of warmth to this indifference and coldness.
On the head of the Red King.
There is always an orange cat squatting.
There is always an orange cat lying in the arms of the Red King.
That year, Fengbei learned how to make fried fish cakes. She would always fill the orange cat's food bowl with freshly baked fish cakes. The orange cat would always have a round belly after eating, and pat its belly comfortably. Napping on the ground.
I don’t know when, Zheng Xiu got used to the orange cat who looked cold but was actually full of loopholes. He always liked the orange cat who made the same expression as Feng Bei. He also got used to the orange cat cursing and shouting "stupid human beings" and "stupid humans". "container" and "stupid god"; he was also used to the orange cat saying that he disliked his body but looking for "the taste of Fengbei"; he was even more used to the orange cat standing beside him, stretching out his paw and giving him a heavy pat, The tacit understanding when saying "must win" at the same time.
"ah……"
Zheng Xiu's expression was unusually calm. In his spiritual sea, there were two "Zheng Xiu" statues, one "divine him" and one "human him". The "human him" burst into tears, and the light dimmed little by little. . "He who is divine" is calm and has inner divine light, which lights up little by little.
The hoarse voice echoed in his throat. The calmer he became, the more uncomfortable it became for the navigator Wu beside him.
"you lied to me."
"It turns out your hair isn't exactly orange."
Zheng Xiu stroked the cold gray hair.
"you lied to me."
Zheng Xiu added: "You said you would definitely taste Fengbei again."
"But I'm obviously going to find Feng Bei soon."
"you lied to me."
"You said that a true master does not have the shackles of gender, body, or human nature. You have already turned into 'authority' itself. As long as 'elegance' still exists in any corner of the source sea, you... will be immortal."
"You actually... lied to me twice in one sentence."
"Don't you always despise the weak part of human nature? You keep chirping all day saying that these are dross, unnecessary and superfluous. Why are you saving me? It's superfluous."
"Victory and defeat are common matters in military affairs. In the battle between gods, there is no smooth sailing."
Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand and patted the orange cat on the face.
"You liar."
Snap, snap, snap.
"fraud."
It was as if he was trying to slap the orange cat's closed eyes away.
"Hey, stop pretending. Didn't you say you were immortal? Ah? Elegance? Show me how elegant you are."
"Elegance, you are so elegant!"
"Don't you always say, 'Elegance never goes out of style, and Anne never gives up'? You're right!"
Zheng Xiu lowered his head deeply and twitched. He couldn't twitch anymore and held the cold orange cat body in his arms.
In the Black Origin Sea, the voices he had heard before, the desperate screams, seemed to echo in his ears again.
Zheng Xiu subconsciously and without emotion repeated the sentence:
"...Our efforts, the torture we have suffered, and everything we have experienced over the years...are they all meaningless?"
Zheng Xiu's eyes gradually lost focus and he laughed at himself:
"Ha... Ridiculous fate."
What's ridiculous is not everyone's fate. Zheng Xiu felt a boundless despair in that sea of black origin, soaked in the unknown sun and moon.
The despair penetrated his heart like an icy cold current.
The despair expressed by that huge unified "collection of consciousness" is not the despair of "personal destiny". But the "end" of this source sea is destined.
There was once a group of people who worked hard, struggled, and fought, and finally became part of the "source".
The "end" is everything, the "end" of everything.
Zheng Xiu understood that sentence because he felt this and deeply understood the meaning behind this despair.
No matter what Zheng Xiu did, no matter whether he defeated the seven gods hiding behind Shirley, no matter whether his ship could break the "imprisonment" on the rudder and set sail again, no matter what he did, no matter whether he became a Become a god or become a master... No matter how hard he tries, it will be meaningless.
The outcome of all things has already been determined.
During the time when he was immersed in the Black Source Sea, he "saw" them, the "end" of the Zheng family.
All of them, whether gods, masters, or ordinary people, will eventually die, or go back, or become nothingness. In the end, "all things" will become part of the "source".
They will lose their "self" and become a "collective".
Zheng Xiu didn't understand why this happened, why everything would eventually come to an "end", he didn't know the reason, but when Zheng Xiu understood this, holding Annie's body, even the master could not escape death. , that kind of boundless despair and sadness, deeply enveloped Zheng Xiu at this moment, wrapping him up, making Zheng Xiu seem to fall into the abyss, like the weather, and no longer hear any sound.
gradually.
One after another figures rushed here quickly.
Qing Shisan, who was responsible for "teleporting" everyone, was very tired. The corpses along the way were shocking, but at this moment, he could no longer care about his sadness and annoyance. After contacting everyone who was still alive through the team channel, he teleported them one by one to this pink land. Near the desert.
In a world without day and night, time seems to have lost its original meaning.
Zheng Xiu held the body of the cat that had lost its temperature for an unknown amount of time.
The pink light completely dissipated.
Annie didn't wake up.
A "weird man" wrapped in a cocoon walks on the desert.
"what is that?"
Xi'er, who was playing "Si'er" in the air and covered with scars, was running toward the master when he spotted the "weirdo" running on the desert with a weird and fast posture and also running towards the master. He was suddenly startled and prepared to take action. .
"No, that thing doesn't seem to have any malicious intent."
Qing Shisan arrived shortly afterwards, carrying on his back the old miracle doctor who was holding his waist and groaning in pain.
A lotus platform dripping with asphalt cuts through the night and flies towards the desert at a terrifying speed.
The monk sat on the lotus platform with his hands clasped together, looking crazy, laughing and crying, and kept shouting:
"Xiao Monk remembered!"
"I remembered it all!"
"I can't forget, I can't forget!"
"Old sister!"
"Our family!"
The desert gradually became lively.
They converged toward the center of the desert.
They noticed the motionless figure sitting in the desert like a weathered sculpture.
In his arms he held the body of a cat.
I don’t know who it was, but stopped.
"listen."
Ye listened carefully: "The wind is crying."
Snake complained: "Sister, no one understands except you."
"I seem to...understand." Jing Xuemei and the other three women rushed here, looking at the seemingly calm figure from a distance: "It is the master who is crying in his heart."
The desert was crowded with people.
The "weirdo" wrapped in cocoons walked little by little behind Zheng Xiu under the different eyes of everyone.
Everyone knows this thing is not human.
No one knows what it is.
It was wrapped in a snow-white cocoon and stretched out its hand-like body part towards Zheng Xiu.
"uncle……"
The strange cocoon said in a jerky voice behind Zheng Xiu’s back:
"uncle."
The silk on the strange cocoon peeled off little by little, revealing its hollow belly.
"Meow."
In the belly of the strange cocoon, there was an orange cat with a small head curled up like a newborn animal.
The orange cat opened its eyes, pure and agile, and looked at Zheng Xiu.
"Did you just slap my corpse?"
