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He didn't know if it was because he slept too much during the day or because the moonlight outside was too bright, but the Qin Song who could sleep soundly in prison,
Actually couldn't sleep on the high bed and soft pillow. Qin Song tried a few times but failed,
He simply gave up. He got up and took out a few jars of fine wine hidden in the room. Just as he poured himself a bowl,
He heard the two people who were supposed to be sleeping soundly in the left and right wing rooms. One jumped onto the roof, and the other guarded outside the door.
Qin Song raised his voice and said, "You two..,
Who will come in and drink with me? "
The people on the roof moved twice and then fell silent again,
The people outside the door were as steady as Mount Tai.
Since no one came, Qin Song could only drink by himself. As soon as the wine entered his mouth,
Qin Song wanted to curse,
It was clearly the taste in his memory. It was clearly his favorite Jiangnan wine,
Why did he feel that it was so f * cking disgusting! How dare this thing be called wine?
Forget it,
The strength was not enough,
The quantity was enough.
Qin Song drank a jar of wine,
Finally, he drank until he was dizzy.
In the end, he was unconscious. Someone came in and put him to bed, but he didn't react. Instead, he had a strange dream all night.
In the dream,
He stood high in the clouds,
He waved his sleeve,
The seawater was reversed, and the sky and earth were turned upside down. When he pulled out his sword, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the earth shook. He galloped freely, and he was very happy... Unfortunately, when he woke up early in the morning, he was still a useless scholar who couldn't even truss a chicken.
After a simple freshening up, Han Pu and Yu Sheng were fighting in the courtyard. Qin Song watched for a while and felt that it was interesting. He casually broke a willow branch in his hand and shouted, "Han Pu!"
Han Pu turned around. "What's wrong?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "Watch the sword."
A "sword" stabbed over.
Han Pu rolled his eyes. Before he could say "Don't mess around", his pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to retreat, but he also wanted to raise his saber to block. In the end, he could only stand there blankly, watching as the soft willow branch stopped in front of his forehead.
Looking at Han Pu's dilated pupils and the bean-sized cold sweat on his forehead, Qin Song slowly withdrew his "sword" and said with a smile, "What do you think?"
Han Pu felt his heart start beating again. He stared at Qin Song as if he was looking at a monster. He swallowed hard and said, "This, last night, you …"
Qin Song nodded. Han Pu let out a series of strange cries and rushed out.
Qin Song laughed.
Yu Sheng asked blankly, "What happened to him?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "He probably feels that he has lived his life in vain …"
Before he finished speaking, Han Pu's strange cry came from outside the door, "I have lived my life in vain for the past twenty years! God damn it, how can you bully people like this … "
Yu Sheng put away his weapons, the two short swords, and said, "I'll tell them to set the table."
Qin Song nodded and his eyes narrowed. He did not deliberately hide his acquaintance with Han Pu. Anyway, when he was in the Southern Chu, he had a lot of friends and knew some heroes who were good at martial arts. It was reasonable that his friends were worried about his situation and came to help him. With Han Pu's skills, it would be suspicious if he accidentally sold himself to him.
What surprised him was Yu Sheng's reaction. Unless Yu Sheng was blind, he should have seen the clues, but he was indifferent. It was not that he hid it too well, but he did not care about it at all.
This Shadow Guard was so simple that it was a little scary.
Qin Song retracted his mind and thrust out his "sword" again. This time, however, he couldn't find the feeling of the casual stab when he was joking just now. He tried a few more times in a row, but each time was more useless than the last … Fortunately, he never thought of reaching the sky in a single bound. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw away the willow branch and went to have breakfast.
Because Han Pu disappeared without a trace, only Qin Song and Yu Sheng had breakfast. When Han Pu came back, Qin Song had come back from a round of sword practice and was doing carpentry with Yu Sheng.
"The sword you asked for!" Han Pu casually inserted a sheathed long sword in front of Qin Song and said proudly, "I did what you asked me to do."
Qin Song knew he was talking about the teahouse. He nodded and looked at the long sword in front of him. The veins on his forehead began to throb.
Han Pu smiled and said, "Didn't you ask for a heavier sword? I promise, this is the heaviest sword in the whole Qin Capital! "
Qin Song also believed that this was indeed the heaviest "sword" in the Qin Capital. A small part of it was inserted into the ground, and the hilt almost reached his chest. The sword was almost two palms wide, like a door plank. Although he could not see the thickness of the sword in the scabbard, looking at its length and width, it definitely could not be thin. The weight of such a sword could be imagined.
Qin Song pulled the sword out of the scabbard after pulling it up from the ground. He was not tall enough, so it was a little difficult to pull the sword out directly. Then Qin Song found that with his strength, it was not difficult to lift it up, but if he wanted to hold the hilt and hold it flat … he was still far from it.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Qin Song played with the sword and said casually.
This was definitely revenge! Didn't I just scare him with the willow branch? What a petty person!
Han Pu firmly denied, "Didn't you ask for a heavy sword? It wasn't easy for me to get it! "
It would be strange if Qin Song believed him. He lowered his head to study his new sword. Although it looked a little strange, it was definitely a good sword. The material and the refining method were all first-class. Qin Song also smelled a strong smell of blood … This sword had seen blood, and it was very likely that it had killed people like flies.
Then he thought of the word "nong" that Han Pu mentioned and asked, "Whose sword is this?"
Han Pu laughed. Yu Sheng answered, "It was used by the General of Qi, Wang Meng."
Qin Song knew Wang Meng. He was a famous vanguard in Da Qi. He was eight feet tall and had extraordinary strength. Every time he attacked a city, he rushed to the front and killed countless people. In the countries bordering Da Qi, his name had the magical effect of stopping children from crying at night.
"Wang Meng came to the Qin Capital?"
Han Pu coldly snorted, "Not only did he come, but he was also very arrogant. A few days ago, he rode his horse on the street and injured countless people. After being warned by the King Of Qin, although he no longer rode his horse, he was still so arrogant. That day, he casually destroyed someone's stall. The stall owner mustered up the courage to ask for compensation from him, but he was almost beaten to death by him. He also knocked out two of the small officials who came to stop him … I saw it with my own eyes more than just these two times. I heard that he also caught a few young women on the street and ruined them. Now, even the slightly prettier women don't dare to go out! "
"When I went out today, I happened to see him take a big basket full of buns and leave after eating them. He didn't even return the basket … I don't like him no matter how I look at him. Plus, you wanted a heavy sword, so I took his sword."
Qin Song held the sword with both hands and forced himself to draw an ugly sword flower. He asked, "Did you steal it or snatch it?"
"Uh," Han Pu scratched his head and said, "It can be considered … half stealing and half snatching?"
Yu Sheng raised his head and asked, "What do you mean by half stealing and half snatching?"
Qin Song continued, "It means that when you steal something and are discovered by others, you can only take the thing and run away!"
"Nonsense!" Han Pu said angrily, "Am I that useless? I only left after exchanging a few moves with him, okay? "
Qin Song stabbed the sword into the ground and said, "Take it and return it to him."
Han Pu said unhappily, "Even if you don't like it, you don't have to return it to him, right? In order to snatch this thing, he almost broke my bones. "
Qin Song said, "It's precisely because I like it that I want you to return it to him, so that I can get it back openly. When I go to the battlefield in the future, do you think I'll use a stolen weapon?"
"You want to go …" Thinking of the sword in the morning, Han Pu changed his words halfway and said, "In any case, I'm not going!" As an assassin, he had always been in charge of killing, not burying. Asking him to return something, there was no way!
Qin Song didn't force him and said, "Yu Sheng, take the sword to the yamen and say that you picked it up on the road. Ask them to help you put up a notice to find the owner."
Before Yu Sheng could answer, Han Pu laughed and said, "I like this idea! With a notice, won't Wang Meng's reputation be ruined? Haha! I'll go, I'll go! "
Qin Song snorted coldly and said, "Are you going to tell the yamen that you are the thief?"
"I …" Han Pu, who had been demoted to a thief, was so angry that he couldn't say anything. Yu Sheng was right next to him, so he couldn't even refute that he wasn't a thief, but an assassin.
Yu Sheng took the sword and left.
Qin Song continued to cut the wood, and Han Pu took over the work that Yu Sheng left behind.
Qin Song said as he worked, "The Kingdom of Korea was destroyed by Qin. Why do you seem to dislike the Qi people more?" It wasn't that he had to do it himself, but in this era, skills had always been taught by word of mouth. He drew the blueprint for the woodworkers to do, but they could only look at it and not understand it. Qin Song had the time to explain the shape and size clearly, and he had already made it himself. He only needed to make one set anyway, and according to Yu Sheng, this could also train his wrist and finger strength.
"Neither of them are good things," Han Pu said, "But in comparison — for example, if you were renting someone else's house, would you prefer a new landlord to continue paying the rent after the landlord was destroyed, or would you prefer a group of people to come and steal your food, sleep with your woman, burn your house, or even capture you and make you into a slave?"
Qin Song was silent.
Han Pu sighed and said, "Although the Qin soldiers did all kinds of evil when they crossed the border, they still came for the army and the land. But for the Qi people, their purpose was mostly to burn, kill, and pillage … Of course, ordinary people like us hate them more. But it's different for officials and nobles like you." Da Qi was a nomadic tribe on the grasslands. They were not good at farming, nor were they good at defending cities. When they were short of resources, they would come to the Central Plains and pillage. When the enemy's army came, they would retreat completely.
Qin Song was silent for a moment, and then asked, "War … what is it like?"
Han Pu said, "You haven't seen it before?"
"Yes," Qin Song said, "As long as I can remember, Great Chu has never had a large-scale war. I heard that when the Qin State destroyed the Han State, there was once a minister who proposed to send troops to help, but the King of Qin sent a messenger, threatening and enticing him, saying that if Great Chu sent a soldier or a pawn, the Qin army would abandon the Han State and attack Great Chu … The monarch was scared, so he didn't send a soldier or a pawn. Later on, the Wei Kingdom that helped the Han was destroyed. The King said to everyone that he met that if not for his wisdom, Southern Chu would have been destroyed long ago … "
The last sentence was not without sarcasm, because anyone with a bit of knowledge knew that if not for the King Of Chu being short-sighted and not being willing to send reinforcements to fight against the Qin, Southern Chu would not have fallen into such a precarious situation.
Han Pu patted his shoulder and sighed, "Actually, I also have not seen what war is like. At that time, I was practicing martial arts with my master in the mountains. By the time we received the news and came out, the war had already ended … all we saw after the war was broken walls and corpses everywhere. "
Then there was a long silence. Han Pu was a bit impatient after cutting wood for a while. He asked, "What is this for?"
Qin Song said, "It's for steaming wine." He faintly thought of a way to quickly increase his strength and create a sword technique, but to drink such a weak and disgusting wine every day, for someone like Qin Song who loved wine as much as his life, it was really terrible.
As an assassin, Han Pu did not touch wine. Hearing this, he was even less interested. He said, "When I went to the Nan 'an Teahouse earlier, the shopkeeper said that the private room you wanted was available at any time. Also, they had just imported a new batch of tea from the south and asked you to try it when you have the time! His meaning was probably to ask you to go earlier. Why don't we go there while that brat Yu Sheng is not around? "
Qin Song was slightly stunned. Could it be that something had happened there? It had only been two months. What could have happened in Southern Chu?
Therefore, he asked his men to hire a carriage and went straight to the Nan 'an Teahouse. In fact, the Nan 'an Teahouse was not Southern Chu's power in Daqin. It was his family. To be exact, it was one of the several small shops his father opened in Daqin a few years ago.
Qin Song was slightly anxious, but the carriage went slower and slower. In the end, it simply stopped and only took two steps after a while. Han Pu had been impatient for a long time. He jumped off the carriage and said that he was going to investigate. In the blink of an eye, he slipped back and said with a smile, "That brat Wang Meng is in front, carrying his big sword for a stroll! He's big, and his sword is long. He's walking in the middle of the road so casually that no one's carriage can pass! Ha, haha! Several Daqin officials are blocked behind him, and they don't even dare to let out a fart, haha! "
Qin Song looked at his gloating expression and was so angry that he laughed, "Did you forget that we're also blocked? Why don't you release … that?"
"Uh …" Han Pu said embarrassedly, "If you want me to kill him, it's not too difficult. But if you want me to beat him up — his skin is thick, his flesh is thick, and his strength is extraordinary. With that sword … it's not that I can't beat him, but it's just that I can't hurt him. If you want to blame someone, blame that brat Yu Sheng. He took the sword back so quickly. "
Qin Song was too lazy to pay attention to him. He narrowed his eyes and leaned against the carriage, saying faintly, "Daqin might be in trouble."
Not long after Qin Yue left, Qin Song, who had been chained for three days, was finally able to find a cell to sleep in. When he was put down, Qin Song felt that his arms were no longer his own. The pain from the abrasion on his wrists was nothing.
Qin Song, who thought that he could escape from prison, was awakened by the itchiness all over his body. He subconsciously reached out to scratch his wrists, but his wrists were tightened again, and he heard the sound of iron chains clanking again.
Did he get hung up again?
Qin Song opened his eyes and saw the bed's ceiling, which was carved with exquisite patterns, as well as layers of bed curtains. He was lying on the bed, refreshed. His wounds had been treated, his body had been washed, and even his hair exuded the fragrance of locust.
If his wrists weren't chained to the head of the bed, this treatment was not bad.
"Young master, you're awake?" A petite girl with a round face and big eyes came in with a bowl of medicine. She smiled and said, "The doctor also said that you should wake up around this time, so I went to boil the medicine. That's right, young master can call me Little Peach. "
She put down the bowl of medicine and pushed Qin Song's head higher. She said, "Young master had a fever last night, so this is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come, let me feed you. "
It was now the cold of spring, and Qin Song was tossed around for so long in his thin clothes. He was even splashed with water several times. It would be strange if he didn't fall sick. He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace. Young master, you don't know? Yes, young master was sick last night and was in a daze … "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, it was the king who personally arranged for you. Young master, please be sure to treat your injuries … I've been here for three to four years, but I've never seen the king so attentive to anyone!"
Qin Song didn't express his opinion. He drank two mouthfuls from Little Peach's hand and frowned. She fed him two mouthfuls with such a small spoon, and she even had to wipe the corner of his mouth. How long was she going to feed him? He'd rather be held by the neck and forced to drink medicine like this.
Just as he was about to ask for another method, Little Peach saw his frown and her eyes turned red. She panicked and said, "So, so sorry, it's all my fault, I …"
Before she could finish speaking, a soft laugh came from outside the door. It actually sounded a bit doting. "What, you've just woken up and you're already throwing a tantrum?"
Qin Song immediately felt his hair stand on end.
Qin Yue, dressed in a black robe, pushed the door open and came in. He sat beside his bed and said, "Do you want me to feed you personally?"
Qin Song pulled at the iron chain on his wrist and said with a smile that wasn't a smile, "I prefer to drink it myself."
Qin Yue picked up the bowl of medicine and gently stirred it. He said lightly, "A person should be content with what they have. Don't you think so?"
Qin Song didn't say anything. Qin Yue stretched out the spoon and he opened his mouth to take it. He wanted to see if he would be the first to get impatient from drinking, or if that person would be the first to get impatient from feeding him.
Qin Yue had never taken care of anyone in his life. After feeding him three or four times, he saw that the medicine in the bowl only dropped a tiny bit. He became a bit irritated. But when he saw that the youth was calm and unruffled, as if he had already expected him to be like this, he snorted coldly and continued.
The two of them didn't say anything and drank the bowl of medicine as if they were competing with each other. Qin Song didn't have any taste in his mouth, and Qin Yue also felt that the hand holding the small spoon had stiffened.
Little Peach was the only one who stared blankly. The king treats my young master so well!
When he finally finished drinking, Qin Song let out a sigh of relief. But when he turned around, he saw Qin Yue stretch out his finger to wipe the corner of his mouth. He turned his head away in disgust.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Yue smiled good-naturedly and raised his chin to indicate, "It's dipped in the medicine."
Qin Song couldn't be counted on, and he didn't want to trouble Qin Yue. He simply stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked it.
The action of sticking out one's tongue wasn't something that everyone looked good doing. Children sticking out their little tongues were extremely cute. If it was a fat and wide tongue, it would only make people lose their appetite.
But the tip of the youth's tongue was thin and small, and its color was pink and tender. When it deftly licked the tender and soft lips, it left behind an enticing luster … Qin Yue suddenly felt that his breathing was somewhat irregular.
Qin Song tilted his face and turned his wound covered by a thin layer of gauze to Qin Yue. If he didn't know his place, he would've kicked him. How could there be such a beast in the world who would be in heat at any time and place?!
Didn't they say that he collected all kinds of beauties in the palace? Why did he look like he would be in heat at the sight of a sow?!
Qin Yue frowned. He took the tea that Little Peach offered and slowly drank it. He said, "This humble one has asked a godly doctor to take a look at your injury. Although I dare not say that it will completely disappear, it won't be a problem to treat most of it. It's just that when the medicine is applied, it's hard to endure the numbness and itchiness. I'm afraid that you'll accidentally touch it, so I'm temporarily restricting your movements. When you're better, I'll let you go. Don't think too much. "
How could Qin Song not hear the threat in Qin Yue's words?
The injury on his face couldn't protect him for the rest of his life. Even if it couldn't be cured, as long as he could appear in front of people alive and kicking, this matter would naturally be considered over. As for what would happen in the future, wouldn't it still be up to Qin Yue to decide? Not to mention anything else, if he were to be placed in the palace like this and put on a show of pampering, who would believe that he was innocent? The scholars of the world would no longer see him as one of their own. In the future, no matter what Qin Yue did to him, no one would stand up for him.
Qin Song sneered and said, "Your Majesty is so busy every day, yet you still have to worry about the trivial injury of a foreign official. It's really hard on you."
You're the dignified ruler of the most powerful country in the world, yet you've wronged yourself to put on a show of gentleness just to frame me, a follower of a country's hostage who has no weight to the world. You really have too much time on your hands.
Thanks to the scene in prison, no matter what he said, Qin Yue would always first think about it in his mind. He almost immediately understood what he meant. His expression became slightly serious. Recently, he seemed to have put too much thought into this young man, and he didn't have the mood to amuse himself like he did in the past.
Seeing this, Qin Song smiled faintly and said, "I don't know if Your Majesty has ever heard of a saying — if you tell a lie a thousand times, even you will believe it to be true. Your Majesty, please don't overdo your acting and make yourself a laughingstock."
Qin Yue said, "I'm willing to act with you. Shouldn't you be ecstatic?"
Wasn't this the reason why they, the so-called hostages, traveled thousands of miles to Western Qin?
Qin Song also didn't understand why he would suddenly run to Daqin. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything else.
Qin Yue stood up and said, "I still have government affairs. I'll come see you tomorrow."
He then said, "If there's anything you want to eat or play, just say it. Even if the palace doesn't have it, I'll send someone to find it for you outside."
Qin Song didn't reply, and Qin Yue didn't care. He turned and left.
After sending Qin Yue away, Little Peach patted her chest and finally felt alive. She said enviously, "Young master, the king is really good to you. Please don't fight with the king anymore …"
Qin Song's face darkened and he didn't say anything. Little Peach hurriedly closed her mouth and said, "This servant will bring you porridge."
*****
Qin Yue, who said he would come tomorrow, didn't show up for several days. Qin Song was happy with the peace and quiet. He ordered Little Peach to find some miscellaneous books for him to read. However, the iron chain around his wrist was too tight, so he could only sit and lie down, and let Little Peach help him flip through the books. Qin Song became impatient after reading for half an hour. He asked Little Peach to help him find someone who could read.
Little Peach hesitated for a long time before she gathered her courage and reported it. Someone who could read was an amazing person. How could they read for someone, especially someone of such status?
However, Qin Yue's words still counted. Not long after, he really sent a maid who could read. However, the maid's voice was gentle and calm. Qin Song often fell asleep while listening to her.
Qin Song's sleep quality was very poor. He didn't know what medicine Qin Yue gave him, but his wounds felt like they were being gnawed by ants. He could endure it when he was awake, but when he fell asleep, he felt unbearably itchy all over his body.
It was also because he acted too naturally during the day. If Little Peach and Little Peach hadn't seen him frown and bite his lips in pain when he slept, they would have thought that the Divine Physician's words were exaggerated.
That day, Qin Song was drowsy from listening to a travelogue when Little Peach happily came in to report, "Young master, someone has come to see you!"
Qin Song was slightly stunned. Then, he heard a familiar voice from outside. The voice was warm and genial, "Qin Song, Her Highness and I have come to see you!"
When the two words "Her Highness" entered Qin Song's ears, he felt his heart beating uncontrollably. He subconsciously got up, but was pulled back by the iron chain.
Qiu Yun lifted the curtain and saw his sorry appearance. Her heart ached. She lowered her head and pretended not to see, moving to the side to let the person behind her go first.
Qin Song was completely unaware. He looked at the person who came in and said, "Your Highness …"
Yi An was dressed in a white robe. Her skin was like jade, her facial features were exquisite, and her temperament was cold to the point of being piercingly cold. After entering the room, she nodded and sat down on a chair in front of the bed. Her gaze swept over the iron chain in Qin Song's hands and said, "The King Of Qin said that it is convenient to extend medical treatment in the palace. Once you have recovered, you will be released back to the hostage residence … Rest well!"
Qin Song nodded and let Little Peach and the others wait outside. They chatted for a while. Qiu Yun hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard that the injury on your face was caused by yourself …"
Qin Song replied with a hum.
Qiu Yun's lips moved slightly, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.
It was said that everyone had their own aspirations. In this world, there were people who were willing to endure humiliation to protect their country, and there were also people who would rather die than be humiliated … Who could say that someone's choice was wrong?
He and Her Highness had been humiliated, but looking at the King Of Qin's seemingly doting attitude, who dared to say that they would compromise just because they were wronged?
Qin Song had been tortured and disfigured, but wasn't he still locked up in the harem? Who dared to say that he would rather die than submit?
The room fell silent for a moment. After a moment, Yi An said, "When this matter is over, you should return to Da Chu. I will report to Father in advance."
Qin Song looked up in shock, "Your Highness, I …"
He didn't know why, but he felt as if his whole person had been split in half. On one hand, his reason told him that it was right for him to return, and it was the best for everyone. On the other hand, there seemed to be a voice screaming in his heart: What will happen to Her Highness if I leave? How can I leave her alone in this dangerous place to be bullied by others?
Yi An interrupted him, "It's decided. You don't need to say anything … Qin Song, you are not suitable to stay here."
He then said, "Rest well and recover. We will come to see you in a few days."
He got up and walked out.
Perhaps when Qin Song rose up to resist, they were no longer on the same side, and there was not much to say to each other.
In front of him, how should he act? Should he be angry at him for not seeing the big picture? Should he admire him for not submitting to death? Or should he hate him for being dirty and cowardly?
"Your Highness!" Qin Song called out to the two people who were about to leave. He smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness, do you really think that what we are doing is meaningful?"
Yi An's hand that was about to lift the curtain stopped, but he didn't turn around.
Qin Song said, "We came to Daqin because we didn't want to go to war. But now, are we really the ones who are afraid of war?"
Yi An's breath quickened. Qin Song continued, "People need to digest what they eat, and it is the same for countries … Daqin destroyed three countries. The people of those three countries haven't given in yet, and their territories are not peaceful. They need to guard and pacify their territories. They also need to prevent the Northern Qi from taking the opportunity to invade the south … Daqin seems to be at its peak now, but it is actually at its weakest. Shouldn't they be the ones who are afraid of war now?"
"The King Of Qin can destroy three countries in one breath. How can he be a mediocre person? Who knows if he is pretending to be addicted to war to stall for time? When he stabilizes his territory, he will kill us all in one fell swoop?" Qin Song said, "Your Highness, we are entangled with the King Of Qin here. Are we entangled with him, or is he entangled with us …"
"Shut up! Shut up! " Yi An shouted. His chest rose and fell violently. His hand that was holding the curtain trembled slightly. After a while, he gradually calmed down and lifted the curtain without saying a word.
"Your Highness …" Qin Song had just said "Your Highness" when he heard the salutation to Qin Yue from outside the door. He silently shut his mouth.
It took Lin Nuo quite a while to suppress the disappointment in his heart. Not to mention Fang Tuo, he had lived in that world for more than three thousand years after all. Leaving just like that without any preparation, it was as if a large piece of his heart had suddenly become empty.
He sighed in his heart and began to pay attention to the situation at the moment. Facing a world of nothingness, he should be very frightened and unfamiliar. However, Linno felt safe and comfortable, as if he was a baby who had returned to his mother's womb. No, he felt more comfortable and safe than that. It was as if this world was an extension of his hands, his feet, and his spirit.
This place belonged to him. This feeling was so clear.
He wanted to open his eyes and look around, but he found that he had no eyes to open.
Where is "me"? Where am I? What happened to me?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt that there was a strange energy in the void gathering towards "him". Linno's spirit was blessed. He drew his own appearance in his heart. In the next moment, Linno, who was dressed in white, opened his eyes and saw endless darkness.
Linno realized something. For a moment, his childishness was aroused. "There needs to be light."
The endless darkness in front of him turned into a milky white.
It was so monotonous. He did not like the feeling of floating in the air without any support.
"Ground." Following his thoughts, green grass spread out from under his feet.
Linno floated forward and said, "Gravity."
"Air."
"Wind."
"…"
Linno felt that something was missing. The surroundings were lifeless and lifeless. He thought for a while and said, "Time."
The strange energy that he had always controlled did not respond. Instead, a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. Linno understood: insufficient energy.
Linno felt a little regretful. Then he suddenly remembered: Why didn't that annoying System come out to make its presence known? Shouldn't this be its territory? No, that's not right. This should be Linno's territory.
This was his. Everything here was his. Linno was very sure of this.
As soon as he thought of the System, the System's voice came. However, it did not sound directly in his sea of consciousness as usual. Instead, it transmitted information through the surrounding energy. There was a hint of grievance in its voice. "This is your world. Without your permission, how could I enter? You only thought of me now! "
"My world?" Although Lin Nuo had always had this understanding, what Lin Nuo didn't understand was, how did this world of his appear?
The System's voice came after a while. It sounded sullen, as if it was angry with someone. "Consider it … a mission reward!"
Linno made an "oh" sound. He did not say anything else and strolled in the peach blossom forest. A world without the law of time was like a frozen painting. No matter how beautiful it was, it lacked some vitality.
He did not believe the System's words at all.
This was his. It was born because of him. No one could give it to him. No one could take it away. However, he was too lazy to talk to the System. He was too lazy to refute it.
The System did not wait for him to speak for a long time. It could only ask again. "You don't have anything to ask?"
Linno said, "Go ahead." Just say whatever you want to say.
"… Then let me in first." The System said. "It's tiring to talk like this."
Linno responded. He saw an extremely ugly animal take shape in front of him. Linno chuckled. "So it's the Bei! It's really as ugly as I thought. "
The Bei was furious. "I don't have a specific appearance at all. This is your world. Of course, I'll look whatever you want me to look like … You made me look like this, and you still say I'm ugly?"
Although the System looked like this in Linno's mind, he did not want to hurt his eyes. So he turned it into a rebellious little boy with an afro. He also made a table and chair on the ground. He sat down and said, "Can you tell me now?"
The System scowled. It sat down in front of him and said angrily, "I need to give you some general knowledge first! I'm a world management system. I'm responsible for looking after the various worlds created by my master. My master is a very powerful God. Every God has their own energy system. The source of my master's power is the worlds he creates. My master creates worlds, and then the creatures in those worlds give him power. The more worlds my master has, the more powerful his power is. And you, are a creature in my master's world. So it's your duty to protect my master's interests. "
Linno made an 'oh' sound. He did not comment.
"In order to become more powerful, my master will try to create as many new worlds as possible. But creating worlds is a very troublesome thing." The System said. "So my master built an automatic world creation program. This program will automatically collect information and calculate what kind of world it should create. Then it will collect the thoughts of living beings and choose a suitable world to condense. "
"What does that mean?" What does it mean by collecting the thoughts of living beings?
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