Chapter 686 Endless attempts
After Wharton saw these words, he became more convinced about Yan Xia's experience.
In other words, it can only believe in Yan Xia now.
The question it just asked was not to solve its own doubts, but its own subconscious doubts.
No life will believe what another life says, especially if this life is your enemy.
Wharton knew that no matter how hard he tried to force himself to believe, his own subconscious would give a different answer.
So the last question is actually a heart-to-heart exchange.
It's really letting your subconscious ask questions.
For the final answer, it needs to see Yan Xia's answer.
Yan Xia seemed to know Wharton's purpose, so he didn't answer with his voice.
generally believed.
The sound is more sonorous and powerful and can best convey emotions.
But Yan Xia made another choice. This choice was not the smoke, but the answer to Wharton's question with his back.
The back view of Fei Yuan proved his attitude.
Wharton then left the area, fearing that the seven-dimensional civilization would directly investigate the area.
Although it is believed that they cannot touch the third dimension, this is just a guess. Even if there is no way to control Wharton, it is possible to directly eliminate Wharton through some means.
Wharton flew tens of thousands of kilometers directly.
This dream world is truly endless.
Before encountering the severe summer, Wharton also explored the surrounding area and kept flying, but it did not find an end.
It doesn't know if it is lost.
Because there are all kinds of lines around it.
Even if it actually has more senses than humans, the things it feels in these senses are repetitive and have no reference significance.
It's like being trapped in a forest. It may only take a few kilometers to get out in a straight line, but because you can't tell the specific direction, a person may be trapped in it for days and nights.
Wharton had no goals before and was almost desperate in a place like this.
And now, he has a goal.
He regained his fighting spirit.
"Come out, Yan Xia!"
In the new place, Wharton imagined a harsh summer again.
As soon as Yan Xia came out, he knew everything and what he was going to do.
But soon, he encountered a difficulty. He looked at Wharton and said coldly: "If you don't believe that I can break through the dimension, how can I break through the dimension?"
Wharton is not a real god.
It will worry, it will have random thoughts.
Even if something is certain, it will come up with some different answers and become less firm.
When Fantasy Yan Xia said these words, Wharton instantly understood that he still had a grudge.
But this grudge does not come from distrust, but simply from rejection.
Rejection was Yan Xia's decision, the decision of his enemy.
"Others can die, for the sake of justice, tell me to join them, but what about me?"
"Looking at it this way, I am indeed too ordinary."
It looked at its body and wings.
It has always been troubled by its appearance.
Many times, it is rejected, and its only way out is to make itself strong. As long as it stands high enough, it can eliminate these voices.
But when it became Bojue.
Only then did he realize how ridiculous his thoughts were.
Even if it is Bojue, it will still be discussed.
Life is like this, there will always be gaps between individuals.
It later relaxed and took this as its own motivation.
Now, although things are different, but they have a lot in common, it should let go of its prejudices.
After Wharton explained to himself.
The harsh summer before it began to change.
Fantasy Yan Xia took a deep look at Wharton and then left directly.
Wharton saw that Yan Xia had just flown less than tens of thousands of kilometers, and a line was drawn across there. The energy fluctuations were still blowing on its body even after it had traveled tens of thousands of kilometers.
That Yan Xia is dead.
It moves on, moving on to the next place imagining a new harsh summer.
And so on.
I don’t know after doing it hundreds of times.
It began to produce severe summer in batches.
