Break Through the Steam Game Library Chapter 890

Go far away, go to the predestined law.

Lu Zhengkang stared, the desert seemed vast, and the undulating sand dunes seemed to be walking on solidified smooth waves. Every grain of sand under his feet was a universe. Lu Zhengkang didn't understand these cosmic stories, just like an ordinary person can't see the story of a flower or a leaf. On the upper edge, you can see less than when you read it on the outside.

He is cruising in the desert, within a limited space, when he approaches those non-existent areas, strong winds will blow him back.

The scope of the space that interprets the time coordinate is like this, seemingly endless, but only a little bit tossing about. The reversal of time and space is to condense the endless into a destined ending, just like a black hole, where light can only enter but not exit.

At the end of the wind, Lu Zhengkang can see the boundless desert, do they really exist? It should exist. Perhaps those are forgotten areas. Lu Zhengkang vaguely saw the star-falling red robe walking slowly at the other end, he sang, and the star-falling person on the top of the sand dune in the distance hesitated for a moment. When he looked back at Lu Zhengkang, he suddenly flew over.

He was close, but was also blocked by the wind and sand. Lu Zhengkang was separated from him by a wind barrier, standing in the depression of the sand dune for a short, very short distance, almost as if he was within reach, but the star feller had no hands. , Perhaps because of this they cannot be close to each other.

Lu Zhengkang sang: Deer.

He also sang: dream.

The singing voice cannot pass through the wind barrier, but there is light, the singing light wave is still clear, and the singing symbol is still clear, which is enough. They watch each other.

Meng sat down cross-legged and the deer sat opposite each other, they meditated silently.

When Lu Zhengkang woke up from the meditation, the dream had already left, his back was on the top of the hill, and he sang a song, although there was only wind chanting, it was indeed a farewell.

Lu Zhengkang got up and continued on his journey.

He turned around and boarded the sand dunes, looking at the Four Worlds, where the source of the mountain was there, the appearance of Chongwei, neither thin and steep, nor thick and simple, just like a taller pyramid, with the power to resist the years.

There is a faint singing sound in the far distance, Lu Zhengkang chasing over, there is no star-falling person, some is a cloth creature, this is the spirit of the flow born from the remains of the viewer, like a square red paper kite with a tail. , Making a low, soft tone, Lu Zhengkang sang to it, and the cloth creatures circled him for two weeks, charging his tassels. The red silk cloth strips are the energy source of the sanctuary civilization in the upper margin. They flow in the pipes. Over time, such advanced creatures have gathered in the cloth strips. They are magnificent scriptures, and each character recorded is a trace of several cosmic civilizations.

When the cloth creature saw Lu Zhengkang, it jumped up and guided him to the ruins where there were cloth creatures trapped in the energy pipe. When the ancient ruins are broken, the cloth creatures in these energy pipelines look forward to freedom.

Lu Zhengkang will help these guys, anyway, he is not in a hurry to go to the destination, collect more runes, strengthen the power of tassels, so as to better deal with the wind and snow beasts under the mountain.

Although there is not much difference, Lu Zhengkang can still feel that this place is more broken than when he came last time.

The desert is smooth without any vegetation, this is not a place where vegetation can grow.

Lu Zhengkang looked at some special colors, like a white sequin on a sea wave, shining, he rushed over and stared carefully-it seemed to be a flower.

Are there flowers here? What kind of flowers can bloom here?

After all, Lu Zhengkang saw this flower under a sand dune. It has already bloomed. It has white petals, orpiment stamens, green stems, a simple little flower. Lu Zhengkang sings to it softly, and it also replied Whispered. Which viewer planted the flower rooted in the infinite universe?

Lu Zhengkang stared, the flower was swaying with the wind, in the upper edge of lifelessness, this one, like a mirage, opened in his eyes.

He was silent, and suddenly, a meteor fell in the distance. Lu Zhengkang looked up and watched that the meteor did not cross the sky, but fell into the desert. When he arrived, only a rune fell on a broken ruin. It was a meteor, and red silk was scattered around. Lu Zhengkang approached and sat in meditation silently.

For some time, a singing awakened him.

Lu Zhengkang got up, the runes had gathered in the red robe, and a star feller stood in front of him, whispering again: pulse.

Lu Zhengkang nodded to him, turned around and walked two steps, turning around, the pulse was still standing in place, looking at the source mountain in the sky.

He didn't intend to continue the journey, and he stopped singing.

Lu Zhengkang stared at the pulse, turned around after all, and continued his journey alone.

There are many viewers who come to the land of predestined flow, but their goals are different. Some people are obviously on the journey, but stop. The biggest advantage here is that if you don't continue to travel, time will not move forward. It doesn't hurt to stay in one place forever. You will always live in a certain time fragment and reside at a certain point in space. The encounter of all people in the world is nothing more than the encounter of two time fragments, but there is a peaceful meeting, and there is also a mutual aid.

Lu Zhengkang sang to the pulse, this time, he really wanted to leave.

He remembered that there were not so many weird people when he came last time...Perhaps, he was more careful.

As time went by, Lu Zhengkang approached Yuanliu Mountain, the sun's light dimmed slightly, and the lustre of the pink cherry blossoms in the desert faded unknowingly, and it seemed to be getting colder. Lu Zhengkang knew that the air was getting cold, and the low temperature would If you erase your thinking, your memory will gradually become blurred.

In the Sanctuary of Quicksand, Lu Zhengkang arrived here for the seventh time. This is the only area still in operation~www.mtlnovel.com~Butiao creatures wander among the energy pipes and high towers, driving the ancient totem machine to rotate— -It's just idling, there is no need to use these power things here, it is like a heart leaving the body still beating in vain in the rush of blood.

The cloth creature took Lu Zhengkang to the top. There were hundreds of cloth creatures trapped here. Lu Zhengkang knew the road well, and he would rescue these guys: the seventh time.

Singing in front of the ancient star falling monument, the beam of light fell, and Lu Zhengkang meditated cross-legged.

In the space of pure white thinking, the white-robed elder stared silently, he sang and continued to tell the story of the land of predestined flow...

Lu Zhengkang doesn't care about these, he really doesn't care, civilization changes, everything will come to an end, for a person who is about to be liberated, he is doomed not to see the day when Shangyuan stays, he lives in the present, he does not live in In the past, he will not face the desperate future after forgotten. He lives for the life of a short mayfly... Su Xiangli, my Susu, if it weren't for you, I would be the Ning Cai cruising up and down the river. It is the hanging vines from the tower, the empty kick drum, you pick me up, you weave me, you caress me, and I will eventually take your catkins.

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