The entire time and space seemed to have stopped in an instant, and a strong and indelible emotion slowly floated between Liu Mengchao and the main god Aurora floating in the air.

As if Apollo had reached this moment, no one wanted to pay attention to him. The lonely emperor was floating in the air, like a lonely bird crossing the sky.

But in comparison, some people are more willing to pay attention to this little bird. So Gao Xiaowan laughed softly, unable to say where the courage came from, and directly interrupted the silent and stagnant space.

"I don't think it's important now, he should be the most important one."

Gao Xiaowan said with a smile, raised his hand with a smile, stretched out his slender index finger straight out, and his pink nails were silently pointed at the target.

Apollo, the Lord God, the former Lord God, and now the God who wants to kill all of them.

Hearing Gao Xiaowan's words, Liu Mengchao slowly turned his head and squinted his eyes, as if he had seen Apollo for the first time, silently looking at this person who wanted to destroy his life when he didn't know when it started.

Looking at Apollo's face, Liu Mengchao had to admit that this was a very beautiful man. He had almost all the looks admired by men. There was no trace of badness on a face that looked like a jade-like face. His lips were thin and straight, but so bright red, like a scattered rose petal, smearing it little by little between his lips. His eyes were bright, not too big, but so black, like two cold and hard black diamonds that were constantly burning. His nose bridge was like a hero carved from classical Greek mythology, straight and hard.

At some point, a breeze blew up, slowly blew past the short hair in Apollo's ears. The golden hair with waves slowly fluttered under the breeze. It was like the wheat fields blown by the wind in autumn, and the heavy wheat was swaying in the wind, but it was like the warm and sweet sunshine reflected from the endless sea in summer, rippling little by little, with indescribable wind and clouds.

His eyes also narrowed at this moment, like Liu Mengchao, slowly and mockingly looking at Ourulai floating in front of him. Then, the nearly perfect man, the man who had opened his mouth and exposed his snow-white and hard teeth hidden under his thin and straight bright red lips.

The teeth were neat and white, closely arranged like pearl necklaces, refracting light bit by bit, reflecting on Aurora's face.

"You won, you lost."

Apollo said slowly, his voice sounded slow, like a close and familiar friend, smiling and talking about the ending of the game with his friends. Such a calm and gentle attitude was really too many inappropriate when facing his self that was about to die.

But at this moment, neither Liu Mengchao nor Gao Xiaowan interrupted Apollo. Even Aurora was floating in front of Apollo.

Everyone present looked quietly and solemnly at the gods who seemed to say the last words of their lives, waiting for those shocking words that might have been rehearsing thousands of times in their minds and speculating thousands of times.

"You have successfully found the agent chosen by the Lord God. You have successfully carried the Lord God's fire, hiding in this world, avoiding his gaze. You divided yourself into three parts. Just to set me up a perfect cage and give me the most critical blow at the most critical moment. No matter what aspect, you have won."

When Apollo said this, he suddenly stopped himself. This did not seem abrupt, just like the breeze blew the branches of willow trees planted on the shore. When these branches were blown by the wind and continued to the top, the short but seemingly eternal stagnation was so non-abrupt, so natural.

When they hear what others think from the deepest part of their hearts, no matter who they are, they will subconsciously turn their heads, hold their breath, and listen carefully. Whether after this, whether they want to laugh at the words from the heart, or express the feelings from the heart from the heart, they all chose silence, and listen to the dying Lord God silently, saying some old past events that no one knows but cannot be forgotten.

"I'm convinced that the winnings are clever."

Apollo said slowly, as if he wanted to bend down and express his respect. But he found that no matter what, his body could not move. This was a matter of course. After Aurora spent so much time and set up such a wonderful situation, would he still give himself a slight possibility of escape?

No.

No one would be so stupid, let alone Aurora, the heroine who was entrusted by the Lord God.

Thinking of this, the light in Apollo's black eyes became even more vigorous. He slowly stared at the woman who stood in front of him but had no sense of enthusiasm, as if he was watching a friend who had grown up and had completely changed when he went to college.

After a long time, Apollo finally sighed heavily.

"Among the four main gods, I am the deputy main god, and you are the god of resurrection and life. But only we should know that what I am really good at is the creation god, and what you are really good at is the killing of the main god."

As Apollo finished speaking, Liu Mengchao's eyes narrowed even tighter. Many fragments of memory were scattered in his corner, and they were thrown into the corner, like fish spitting bubbles under the water, one after another, leaning on the water surface, exploring the mouth that kept spitting bubbles, and looking at himself curiously.

Why did I end up with the first time I experienced the war between the Lord God? Has anyone ever told me what the war between the Lord God looks like?

No one, except for the clone of Aurora, Bai Ya, who claims to be the main secretaries, told herself that the failed main god would die. She told herself that the failed main god would die. She told herself that the sacrificed main god would be resurrected again, and after resurrection, she would reappear in her main god space.

She told herself one by one, but she took it for granted, the rules of the battle between the landlord gods.

This feeling is like...

Liu Mengchao thought, his brows frowned slightly. It was like a gorgeous and precious piece of silk that was thrown on the ground by someone's hands, and heartbreaking folds appeared.

This should not have been shown on Liu Mengchao's face, who had already won a great victory now. However, this expression was becoming more and more obvious on Liu Mengchao's face, as if with an irresistible will, it ignited the past that Liu Mengchao was afraid, disgusted, frightened, and escaped in the deepest part of his heart.

The past may not necessarily make people squint their eyes and enjoy the aftertaste. The past may also make people feel regretful, angry, fear, unwillingness, and powerless side. The past is originally the best partner of time, but in comparison, it is more emotional and ruthless.

Now, the past began to ring in Liu Mengchao's ears little by little.

According to Bai Ya, people entering the world of reincarnation are randomly generated by the products they put on the real world's instant messaging tools and then sent these people into the world they are in. But now Liu Mengchao unconsciously wonders whether everything is the result of his own efforts, or is this called Bai Ya... No, Aurora's woman has already arranged the result?

Is the battle between the main gods really inevitable? Only after already having enough pool points, I face the challenges of one main god after another? Or is it all this under the strict monitoring of this woman named Aurora. She controls the development of everything. Whenever she wants to stop and truly live the life she longs for, she will break it without any trace?

Liu Mengchao narrowed his eyes slightly and held his breath a little. He suddenly remembered a novel called Infinite Horror that he had seen. Do they know if the world is like what they saw, or if everything they saw is just what great and terrifying beings want them to see.

Liu Mengchao thought slowly, but slowly raised his hand and looked at his palm. Liu Mengchao's palm was covered with small and solid patterns, which seemed to be holding the lives of countless people in his palm, clear and thorough. Even the smallest pink pink in his palm was so clearly visible in Liu Mengchao's black eyes.

But Liu Mengchao frowned and frowned fiercely, as if there were two mountains between his eyebrows, and he was trying to squeeze the two mountains together fiercely.

The mountains between the two eyebrows were sharpened together, knocking down countless rocks, scattered, falling in front of Liu Mengchao's eyes.

Regarding the past, Liu Mengchao began to recall carefully everything he had experienced since becoming the Lord God's Prodigal, recalling every word he had said, recalling everyone he had seen, thinking about their actions, thinking about every motive that was easily seen through by himself but was deeply hidden.

Slowly, Liu Mengchao's memories began to be out of control and ran towards the depths of his mind. The distrust of the present and the past, the distrust of the future, and the fear of the deepest fear hidden in his heart, like a mountain torrent, erupted in the deepest part of Liu Mengchao's heart.

He shook gently, as if he was about to fall down in the breeze at any time. But he stood hard, not wanting to fall down by himself. Among the things buried in the deepest part of his memory, Liu Mengchao remembered what he had thought of. He did not tell anyone, because... he did not believe in anyone.

Is the red you see really red? Does what you say sound the same in other people's ears? Does everyone really look like what you see with your eyes? Is everyone really walking upright?

Liu Mengchao shook his head gently, trying to eliminate these memories from his mind, but these questions came into Liu Mengchao's mind more and more clearly.

After all, people are just individuals. They rely on the hearing of their ears, the vision of their eyes, the feeling of the skin all over their bodies, the two black holes on their noses to smell, the soft and red tongue in their mouths to taste, and the sexual organs below their bodies to obtain sexual pleasure.

Liu Mengchao has been afraid, fearing whether the organs that react on his body really exist, fearing whether others have these organs like him, fearing that these faithful organs used to reflect this real world, have they faithfully deceived themselves since they have developed consciousness?

If the red you see is not red. If the person you see is not walking standing, if the sky you see is not blue, if the sound you hear is not a sound, but you don’t know all of this. So when you say blue in your mouth, others sounds red. When you walk upside down, others are also walking upside down. So everyone seems to be walking upright. When you say blue in your mouth, others are actually red in your eyes. When you speak blue in your mouth, it is also red, but when you reach your ears, it turns blue.

Is this really the case?

If a person is just a machine and an organ is just a tool for input and recording by itself, when these tools work, the only thing that knows whether they exist or not is the only evidence of their work is feedback from others. This feedback can be feedback from books, oil paintings, and everything that can move, make sounds, produce smells, and make people feel painful and pleasant.

But what if all these feedbacks are false?

Liu Mengchao lowered his head deeply and hid his black eyes in his boundless fear. His body began to tremble gently. Whether Liu Mengchao wanted to admit it or not, when he first came to this world and knew his identity, he began to doubt the whole world with great strength.

The thoughts in my mind are very short-lived. It seems that it is just something that will happen in a flash.

So when Apollo's second cold and calm laughter sounded, Liu Mengchao had just finished his thoughts, slowly raised his head to stop his trembling body.

Liu Mengchao never told anyone about his suspicion of the whole world, because this was his biggest and deepest fear.

"But, even though you defeated me, you lost." Apollo's eyes quietly looked at Liu Mengchao, with a look of nostalgia in his expression. This expression is not common in this arrogant Lord God, but it is so natural now.

"There are many places where you fail, but I just want to pick up some important things to tell you. I don't think you or I will ignore Liu Mengchao's appearance. Because Liu Mengchao is so similar, too much like that person, almost like two identical machines made from a mold."

Apollo said this, his eyes narrowed slightly. The black eyes were filled with expressions that could be called nostalgia and reverence. Obviously, Apollo's expression of nostalgia and reverence was not for Liu Mengchao, but for the person who looked very similar to Liu Mengchao, the person he called God.

"The only difference is that Liu Mengchao is like a defective product. In his black eyes, I saw almost all unnecessary emotions that humans should not have but have to have. Those feelings like green mosquitoes and flies flying over the garbage pile are the most significant difference between Liu Mengchao and him. Liu Mengchao is a defective product, while God is a perfect work of art."

Apollo looked at Liu Mengchao critically, like a picky artist evaluating the artwork.

"Of course, every product cannot be exactly the same. You have deliberately found a copy of God and the only key that can restrain God, but you, Aurora, have forgotten an extremely important thing."

Apollo said, his eyes narrowed, and his narrowed eyes were filled with cold and cruel eyes, as if an expert who finally found the flaws of the artwork, ruthlessly lifted the fake high and was about to smash it on the ground.

"Liu Mengchao is different from God after all, and he cannot perfectly abandon his feelings. And if a person has feelings, he will have ugly loopholes. Because these feelings are based on the so-called trust. Because of trust, people who have never met will become friends. Because of trust, people will be angry when they are betrayed. Because of trust, people are willing to talk, listen, be angry, and be happy. People... According to God, they are originally lonely. When they trust each other, they will feel that their organs are faithfully fulfilling their professions, and believe that the world they have seen is real. People... cannot do without people."

A long list of words, to Apollo, seemed so calm and relaxed, but also so leisurely. He even narrowed his eyes comfortably and smiled.

"God knows more clearly than you, Liu Mengchao, who knows more thoroughly than you have after finding him. He is willing to become a Lord God's agent not because of his sad emotions such as power, power, venting and **, but because of a simplicity of reason. It is because of the fire of the Lord God named Joanna, because in the eyes of the little girl, Liu Mengchao can find it. He has always been afraid and wants to prove the trust."

Before Apollo could finish his words, the main god named Aurora had already begun to shake little by little, like a grass that could fall down at any time.

"But you, Aurora. When you saw Liu Mengchao and found this man chosen by the Lord God, you began to use this trust as bait and prop to carefully arrange the cage that put me to death. You succeeded, you used Liu Mengchao's trust as a sacrifice and were about to successfully eliminate me. But you are about to fail, Aurora. You should be clear about one simple thing... The biggest difference between Liu Mengchao and Shen is not the exquisite plan of the two people for the layout, nor the insight into the heart that Liu Mengchao should not exist in the world, nor even the gap in wisdom between Liu Mengchao and Shen. But the simplest thing."

"God focuses on cold and realistic interests, while Liu Mengchao is always based on fiery and illusory trust. But you, Aurora, you destroyed this trust with your own hands, so I want to tell you the answer when you asked Liu Mengchao at that time."

"Liu Mengchao asked you whether it was Bai Ya, or the little girl in the flower shop, or that he had entered the main god space from the beginning, but never showed his identity, the second person hidden in the body of the wise Liu Ling? Your answer was just a rhetorical question, is this important?"

"Then I can tell you happily and clearly. This is not important to people like God. For those of us who have rebelled against the Lord God space and will gain the whole world, as long as we are in our interests in the end, we never mind whether we are a person or a dog. Unfortunately, for Liu Mengchao, there is great fear in his heart, like a hiding in a gutter and panic all day long, and finally saw a mouse named Joanna who can trust and prove his existence and trust. It is very important."

"There is no reason for Joanna and the entire space of the former Lord God, and even sacrificed his rational trust. For Liu Mengchao, it is the source of support and unstoppable support. Now, Aurora, you, in order to kill me, ruin him."

"This is very important to Liu Mengchao!" (To be continued...)

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This chapter is very pleasant, very satisfying, very satisfying.

Above, I'm going to go to bed.

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