Chapter 880 Bibi Dong!

“Time is like a gurgling river, destined to keep running along its path.

"But no matter how stable the timeline is, when outsiders like us insert ourselves into it forcefully and even come into contact with important figures in the timeline, the calm waters will create ripples.

"No river bank can withstand the erosion of water forever, and the same is true for the timeline. No matter how much you follow the flow of time and cater to events at every critical point, the timeline will still more or less deviate from the original track and move towards another possibility. .

"——A possibility that has us and belongs to us."

"I remember you seemed to have said that one of the things you called and trained us people was to maintain the stability of the timeline...to maintain 'our' timeline."

"It's hard for you to spy on our meeting through Mu Jing's five senses and still remember it so clearly. But, yes."

He smiled softly.

"Maintaining the timeline that belongs to 'us'... means moving forward according to your own will, and not letting anything so-called that may interfere or stop your every move.

"Time has never been determined. Endless possibilities are the characteristics of time, and they should be the brilliance of all things.

“Whether it’s an outsider like me or you, the ‘wandering souls of writing’, we should live our colorful selves in endless possibilities.

“So I want you to have enough strength, enough strength to control yourself and not be influenced by external forces.

“Thereby we can have the most essential freedom.

"——From then on,

“Not bound by the constraints of ‘plot’.”

It was like a white light penetrated my mind, and a silent bell rang in my ears.

Then in the blank space, colorful flowers bloomed.

She suddenly felt that her throat and eyes were numb.

There is a kind of emotion and joy coming from the soul, which is roaring wantonly in the body.

It gave her the urge to cry with joy.

"So...that's it..."

Give us truth, give us personality.

From now on, it will no longer be just a monotonous "character" in someone's story.

But real, living "people".

Thus was given a new life.

"But it's still early, don't get so excited so quickly."

When it was time to be more sensational, the young man waved his hand and broke the atmosphere with just one sentence.

Gu Yuena: "..."

The mistress of the elements swallowed down the talent's surge of emotions and gratitude to the young man in front of her.

His eyes were still a little red and he said: "Then what do you mean by promoting this 'original' situation now?"

Tang Liu said "Oh": "This, after all, it is a famous scene in the original work. Back then, because of my presence, I became a person that even my own mother didn't recognize. Now I am just trying to make up for the regret?"

Gu Yuena's expression was a bit speechless. She stopped talking for a while, and finally said, "I have seen through you." She said, "I think you are just trying to vent your anger on your little lover."

Tang Liu clicked his tongue and tapped the chessboard with his fingertips dissatisfiedly: "How do you speak?"

Then he quickly dropped a purple-red chess piece and said rather roguely: "In the original work, Tang San used the realm of a god king to bully two first-level gods. Now I have brought them to the same realm as the god king, just to make them fair again." What happened to the new competition?"

Gu Yuena: "You understand fairness."

Tang Liu tapped the chessboard with his index finger again and sneered: "Don't say that I was bullying him by letting two god kings fight one god king. I even gave him a chance to recover. According to Shrek's level The standard of invincibility, if he still can't beat it, then it only means that he is the one who is the best!"

Gu Yuena: "...well done!"

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The next moment, the goddess of life flashed to the figure that fell into the pit, green light emerged from her hands, and began to heal the extremely serious injuries on the man's body.

In the face of the power she controlled, no matter how serious the injuries were, they were not worth mentioning, so soon, the dying comatose regained their consciousness.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the beautiful face of the goddess of life.

The green light in the hands of the goddess of life continued unabated, and she asked worriedly: "Shura, how do you feel now?"

The injured person seemed to be dreaming: "Goddess of life? Why are you here..."

He murmured to himself: "Am I going to die, so I saw the memories of the past...?"

And in the next second, as if waking up from a dream, he said in great fear: "No, that's not right!"

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He suddenly straightened up his upper body, but spit out a mouthful of blood because of this large movement. But he ignored it and grabbed the wrist of the goddess of life, his body trembling violently: "Get out of here quickly, she, she..."

The Goddess of Life increased the output of her divine power, trying her best to save the life force of the person in front of her that was constantly passing away, but she still asked: "Who?"

There was a look of fear so intense that he couldn't control it on that man's face.

"Yes Yes……"

He ultimately failed to name the name that brought him such intense fear.

Because in the sky.

A woman's almost crazy laughter sounded.

Everyone looked up.

Especially Tang San and Qian Renxue.

There was a look of surprise and disbelief in his expression.

That voice, even after so many years, still left a deep impression on him, bringing back many bad memories in an instant.

And at the end of his sight, the figure covered in ferocious purple-red armor still looked the same as in his memory, unchanged at all.

That's why the alarm bells in his mind rang loudly, and he felt as if he was facing a powerful enemy, and all the cells in his body were screaming that it was impossible.

Then, in extreme fear, he said in horror:

"Bibi Dong?!"

The veins in his hand holding the hilt of the Shura Sword were exposed, as if he was going to swing the sword to slash the new person who appeared in the sky in the next second.

"How are you still alive?!"

He kept denying it as if he was giving up on himself, as if he was in some kind of chaos: "No, it's impossible...impossible! I obviously killed you with my own hands, and I obviously saw you die with my own eyes!"

The woman in ferocious armor in the air smiled like a madwoman.

She was holding a bloody scythe in one hand, and a corpse that seemed to have no breath in the other.

Looking down at Tang San who looked empty and confused, the corner of his mouth raised an extremely sarcastic arc.

"Long time no see, Tang San.

"You're not dead yet, why can't I still be alive?"

She casually threw the corpse in her hand towards Tang San.

As expected, Tang San easily avoided it and watched the corpse fall to the ground, revealing its true appearance of gray and defeat.

Then the pupils shrank again.

Seeing his violently frightened appearance, the woman couldn't help but grin, her smile was sickly and twisted, extremely crazy.

"Or, you have forgotten it now, not long ago.

"——Have we just met?"

Tang San didn't respond to her, he just looked at the gray and defeated corpse below with trembling pupils.