Countless people who Mo Qianye knew, didn't know, and only met once were surrounding him, whispering, scolding, doubting, disgusting and alienating, gradually casting a shadow over Mo Qianye's heart.

, he knelt down on the ground and hung his head, his eyes were blank.

"berserker..." At this time, Eriyi appeared in front of Mo Qianye. Mo Qianye raised his head and looked at the girl in the witch uniform in front of him, trying to reach out and grab the hand she handed.

When she reached for her hand, she was pulled back by Yuan Zhisheng who appeared from behind her.

"Mo Qianye..." Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were silently staring at Mo Qianye on the ground, his eyes full of indifference. The next second, a short knife was thrown in front of him. It was an ancient Japanese samurai.

Used as a commonly used word in self-cutting clinics, "If you are still a man, then go ahead and cut yourself off here." Yuan Zhisheng said.

Mo Qianye tremblingly stretched out his hand to pick up the ribs on the ground. At this time, his inner defenses had completely collapsed. He was sad for his sister's death, guilty for being disappointed with Nono, ashamed of his friends' accusations, and for Eri.

Yi Yuyuan's childish regret, and the words of every person he valued most in his heart turned into the sharpest weapons, piercing his fragile heart fiercely.

Mo Qianye unbuttoned his underwear and exposed his abdomen. He held his ribs with both hands behind his back and was about to stab his abdomen when a vague voice interrupted him.

"If you really die so easily, even I will be very disappointed in you, Mo Qianye."

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery changed again, everyone disappeared, and a man with long black hair and an appearance similar to himself appeared in front of Mo Qianye, sitting on a white rattan chair with his right hand on the handle.

Her cheeks and eyes were full of teasing as she stared at him.

"You...you are?"

"Sit." The man said, and after saying that, Mo Qianye sat down uncontrollably, and the same white rattan chair appeared under him.

"Would you like a cup of tea? Tea art is one of the few hobbies I had during my lifetime."

A full tea cup appeared out of thin air in Mo Qianye's hand, and he took a sip of warm tea. Mo Qianye recognized from the taste of the tea that it was Darjeeling, his favorite drink from England.

The two of them drank cup after cup of Darjeeling black tea in silence. After they drank all the tea in the teapot, the man snapped his fingers again, and the empty teapot was instantly filled with hot tea.

black tea.

"I have been paying attention to you a long time ago. To be honest, you are one of the few human beings that I can't see through. I remember the last person who aroused my curiosity was a man named Meineke Kasse.

Your human being.”

Meineke Cassel, isn't that the founder of Cassel College? Mo Qianye looked at the man sitting opposite with curiosity and surprise. Suddenly he remembered an incident recorded in the library that happened in the first generation

The Hidden History of the Lion Heart Society—The Mourning of Summer.

"Are you...Li Wuyue? Haven't you already..."

"Dead, right? Yes, you are right. I am indeed dead, but I am not completely dead yet. There is a human being who continues to maintain my life with his body." Li Wuyue stood up and said.

"it's me......?!"

Mo Qianye sat back on the wicker chair and watched Li Wuyue walking towards him step by step but could not move. In the end, he could only watch as he walked in front of her.

Li Wuyue unbuttoned Mo Qianye's clothes and exposed his chest. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest to feel the beating heart inside.

"Mo Qianye, let me ask you, what exactly is death...?"

"die......"

Death is a serious and philosophical question. What is death and what is the nature of death? This question has been haunting the minds of many philosophers since ancient times.

Biological death refers to the fact that after the death of an organism, the remains of the organism become part of the biogeochemical cycle. The remains may be eaten by predators or scavengers. The organic matter may be further decomposed by saprophytes and then return to the

In the environment and reused by the food chain. Instead of causing the earth's space to become smaller and smaller due to the accumulation of more and more species remains.

Philosophically speaking, death is the loss and irreversible permanent termination of all the attributes of a life (or event) system that originally maintained its existence (survival).

Mo Qianye thought for a long time before speaking slowly and said: "Death is just another beginning of life. Each of us will face our own death. It is a kind of fate, and it is a fate that we cannot get rid of throughout our lives.

. Even a supreme being as strong as the Black King or a humble being as weak as an ant can only do nothing when facing death, because no matter how we travel through time and reverse the future, death will still happen after all.

Comes to our heads. When death comes, there is only one thing we can do, which is to relax and greet death with a smile. Only in this way can all the family members, friends, and lovers who care about you feel happy in their hearts.

The sadness is minimized because you left this world with happiness. This... is my understanding of death."

Sima Qian once wrote in "Book of Bao Ren'an": Everyone is destined to die, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. The same is true for Mo Qianye. Living in this world full of dangers, it is better to die without doing anything.

It is better to do something great than to live an ordinary life and die in a grand way!

"I see, is this your understanding of death?" Li Wuyue muttered, facing Mo Qianye.

"After all, I, like you, have died once. The fear of death is nothing more than that to me. At least I used my death to exchange for the survival of the people I love, but what about you? What are you doing for?

And died?"

Mo Qianye smiled at Li Wuyue with a joking smile. He bravely raised his head and looked directly at the man who looked very similar to himself, and looked directly at the first generation members of the Lion Heart Society who had killed him.

The murderer, even if he is a noble first-generation species.

"Me?" Li Wuyue looked at Mo Qianye's firm eyes, and then recalled the man Meineke Kassel who had looked at him with the same eyes, "I don't know."

I don't know. Li Wuyue doesn't know what he died for. Back then, his dependents, those humble and weak hybrids who spent their whole lives serving him, used strategies to seal him away for thousands of years.

Later, those rebellious ministers all died, all of them! They died because of their greed and stupidity, and because of their ignorance of the Dragon Clan. Did they think they could kill themselves by doing this? No! At most, they would make him

It’s just a few days of weakness! For nearly a thousand years, Li Wuyue has been sleeping, waiting for the time to wake up. In the end, he kept waiting and waiting, waiting for a thousand years, in a human being whose rationality was dominated by curiosity.

The doctor's unintentional act prompted him to wake up from his sleep.

Waking up from a thousand-year slumber, Li Wuyue saw several humans who were shocked by his awakening. Then he killed them with a wave of his hand and killed a few flies that disturbed him.

Li Wuyue met several interesting hybrids again. They relied on their own will to open the road to becoming gods, and tried to use the so-called courage and perseverance of humans to defeat themselves. The final result surprised him. They were right.

, human courage is indeed a powerful force, but the price for verifying this power is his death.

But that was only a physical death. Every piece of flesh and blood of Gui, the first generation, carried his will. Among them, his heart was dug out by an unknown person, and then stored in the freezer of liquid nitrogen.

It took an unknown amount of time before it was thawed and transplanted into another person.

Relying on this heart, Li Wuyue saw the spirit of this human being who was also a mixed race. Although his body was a bit strange, the dragon bloodline could not completely erode his will, assimilating it into a dragon and becoming the carrier of his own resurrection.

Moreover, his bloodline was no worse than that of the mixed race named Menike Cassel and Lu Shanyan. But Li Wuyue unexpectedly read his thoughts and learned something he had never understood before.

It turns out that the world I live in is just an illusory world created by others using pen and paper to write down?

Time travel, reincarnation, different worlds, and various signs made Li Wuyue more and more curious about everything about Mo Qianye. He wanted to understand his thoughts, explore his body, and see through his soul, until Fengjian Liuli...

The spirit of the White King's descendant, Dream Tapir, gave him the opportunity to meet Mo Qianye.

"Your power is comparable to that of Meineke Kassel, the human who once killed me. Eight-door Dunjia gradually unlocks the shackles of human genes on dragon genes in a progressive way in exchange for transcending the limits.

The power technique is indeed much smarter than violent blood, but your mental cultivation is too poor."

"I've been learning meditation all these years, okay?" Mo Qianye argued.

"But that's not enough." Li Wuyue shook her head, "Your current strength is still too weak. On the day when Ragnarok comes, you won't even be qualified to face the Supreme One, let alone survive from it.

Went down."

"Let's put aside the issue about the Black King for now. The most pressing issue now is that we are still in the dream world built by Yan Ling. Dream Tapir. If we continue like this, not only me, but also you will be affected.

They will also die together!" Mo Qianye didn't know whether the time spent in the dream world was consistent with the real world, but no matter what, he had to get out of this damn ghost place first, and then slowly discuss the philosophical issues of the dragon clan.

"No, this may be the only chance for you and I to meet." Li Wuyue rejected Mo Qianye's request, "The utterance spirit. Meng Tapir is certainly a very effective utterance spirit that directly targets the spirit. Any

People who die in the dream world will also die in the real world at the same time, but dreams are still dreams after all. No matter how real they are, they are just false. The only way to break this dream world is to break the inner demons and use your will to get out.

This nightmare world built by your inner demons."

"Use my...will to break the inner demons..."

"As a reward for answering my question, I will lend you my power. Goodbye, Mo Qianye..." After saying that, Li Wuyue pushed Mo Qianye down with one hand.

Ye felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. When he came to his senses, he was in his sister's ward again.

Returning to the ward again, standing in front of his sister's bed, Mo Qianye lowered his head and looked at his sleeping sister, recalling in his mind what Li Wuyue said to him, "The only way to get out of the dream world is to break your heart."

Demon, use your will to get out of this nightmare world built by your inner demons."

"Use my will to break the inner demons?" Mo Qianye seemed to have figured something out. He moved the stool and sat next to the hospital bed, grabbed his sister's petite palm from the quilt, and pressed her against his forehead.

.

"Sister, there is something I want to say to you before I leave. I hope you can keep it in your heart."

"Ich scw?re. (I, hereby swear)

Iiema?us, au?er dir.(Except for you, I will never let anyone down in this life)

Au?er dir werde i lieben, der mi diesem Lebe. (Except for you, I will cherish anyone who loves me in this life)

Vo an, mein Körper, mein Herz, mei dir. (From now on, my body, my heart, everything about me belongs to you)

I die Zeit nicht vergessen, in der wir zusammen waren, au es vorbei ist und aucht. (I can't forget the time you and I spent together, even if it is in the past and will never happen again)

Aber das war die glücklinerung meines Lebens.(But, that is the happiest memory of my life)

Iichts über Liebe.(I know nothing about love)

We, dein Verspre zu halten, bis du stirbst. (If love means keeping a promise until death)

Ich verspreche, di diesem Leben zu lieben.(Then, I promise to love you only in this life)

Das ist, was dieser Satz bedeutet.(This is...the meaning of that passage)

ich liebe dich.(I love you)”
Chapter completed!