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"Naiya struck the Pharaoh's scepter on the huge head, smashing all the splashed rotten juice into the abyss of disease under the long river.

He stared at Lin Xingtao silently, with a tall body and bright eyes, filled with mysterious pride because he casually executed a god.

Finally, he spread his hands and said with a faint smile: "Look, I didn't lie to you. This is not your funeral."

Hearing these words, Lin Xingtao glanced at Naiya, and his eyes fell on the slightly trembling little flower presented by Naiya.

People didn't notice this extra flower, just like they didn't realize that the resurrection of Cthulhu in the Rose Kingdom had ended just as it began.

The flowers sent by others faded, rotted, and disappeared into the long river of time and space with the passage of time. Only the one from Naia remained as white as ever.

Over the years, due to Naiya's betrayal, the gods have not come here, and the world has developed steadily.

Mighty roads have been built around the mountain road that is trampled by grave-sweepers every year. Buildings and hotels have also been built ambitiously. The space left for people to miss is getting smaller and smaller, and they are all taken over by the prosperous city. Life has eroded, and the sad and beautiful memories of the past have also condensed into a small piece in people's hearts.

Mr. Zhao passed away five years after Zhao Lue's death, followed closely by Zhao Yanjia. Zhao Xingyi completely gave up his official career and became a dominant figure in the business. Competing with him on the same stage was Wang Xichen, who had returned from Wharton School of Business.

The two looked at each other and smiled at a cocktail party, announcing that they would join forces and reach a cooperation.

In the audience, Wang Xueqing and many of Zhao Lue's friends who grew up gave him warm applause.

Wearing suits and ties, they reached out and held up wine glasses and clinked together. [Some wore million-dollar watches on their wrists, some were wrapped with strings of beads that had been illuminated by eminent monks, and some were clean, white and smooth].

Everyone vacated the place where Zhao Lue was missing, and the organizer released the white pigeons. The white feathers were flying, and the pigeons were commotion, shaking the lanterns.

——Everywhere I go, white will hover and dance above my head.

After the reunion cocktail party, everyone dispersed. Everyone had their own careers and families.

Only when dreaming back at midnight, some people will wake up suddenly, sit on the bedside, light a cigarette, and cry suppressedly.

——

"Do you want to continue?" Naiya asked gently.

The author has something to say: Naija, a boy in the fandom, said this to Cthulhu believers: Cthulhu biss! Your cooking paste goes through the center of the earth!

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Chapter 290 Ragnarok (19)

Do you want to continue?

Naia maintained a questioning tone and made an incomprehensible motion like wiping with her fingers.

The hazy electric light in the distance jumped even more fiercely, and the phosphorescence with ulterior motives was turned into a chaotic mass by him.

With his sharp eyes, he got the exact answer from the silent Lin Xingtao, so he suddenly smiled with satisfaction and said: "I know that the last time you looked down from the throne, what you saw was not true. In this case, I will I am the one who invites and welcomes you, and it is my duty to show you everything you want - stay close to me, and do not panic or laugh when you see your own death."

Lin Xingtao soon understood why he said not to laugh.

Because in the infinite universe, there is always a death that is extremely funny and unexpected.

When Naiya specially took Lin Xingtao to visit the worlds that were most similar to the current Lin Xingtao, the funniest time was when the disassembled parts of the electric fan were smashed into the trachea - echoing the memories of the previous high school days, and also There really is such an unlucky Lin Xingtao.

But it was not in physics class, but in Chinese class. In the first year of high school, when Lin Xingtao "Peng" who was sitting in the last row fell off his chair, the whole classroom suddenly became quiet.

The students were stunned, and the teacher opened his mouth unconsciously. Then there was an uproar when it was time to be in an uproar, and it was continued to be stunned when it was time to be stunned.

A passage from "Me and the Temple of Earth" was displayed on the projection: "When a person is born, it is no longer a question that can be debated, but is just a fact handed over to him by God; God is handing over this fact to us. At that time, its result has been guaranteed, so death is something that does not need to be rushed. Death is a festival that will inevitably come. "The teacher interpreted this sentence to mean that people will die, and the author began to be open-minded. meaning of death.

But Lin Xingtao's death did not come as scheduled, but was unpreventable.

His injury didn't look that serious. At least a few of his classmates who were close to him were still joking with him. But when Zhao Yanjia arrived in panic, he was only a teenager and wearing a school uniform. His pupils were dilated and there was no light. None.

Of course, the blood couldn't be held down no matter how hard it was pressed. The ambulance stopped coming halfway because they were no longer breathing, and they still needed to pick up other critical patients.

No matter how irritably Zhao Yanjia yelled, called, or begged for help... her young life died neatly.

"Dad, help Taotao... I don't know, the fan in the classroom suddenly..."

"Taotao! Taotao! Look at mom! Do you want to leave mom alone?"

Grandpa was at a rare loss on the other end of the phone, so he had to comfort her over and over again: "The helicopter is here, bringing the best doctors in the country, very soon, Yanjing will be there very soon..."

Everyone knew that the moment Lin Xingtao stopped breathing, both Zhao Yanjia and Lin Xingtao were hopeless.

How could he possibly laugh?

Standing behind Zhao Yanjia, Lin Xingtao lowered his eyes, the blood-red gem swaying.

Nya turned his head and looked at Lin Xingtao's expression. It seemed that he could see that Lin Xingtao couldn't bear to watch any more, so he pulled him to the next funeral.

This time, the process of death was omitted. It was really just a funeral.

In this world, Gaspard devoured the evil god and became the god of the world. Lin Xingtao was not the evil god. He was just an ordinary human being who was raised by Gaspard and never suffered any harm. His death was just a normal death after the divine power could no longer sustain his life.

So this death should be less sad. The nobles and bishops at the funeral did not deliberately maintain a solemn atmosphere.

They gradually gathered together, and the topic deviated from the funeral and turned to praise Gaspard's noble authority and various great deeds.

Here, Gaspard is the faith of everyone and the pillar of the country. Compared with Lin Xingtao, who has not descended miracles for a long time in another world, he, the god of the earth who works hard, should be so fanatically sought after by people.

Lin Xingtao, or Louis, was lying in the crystal coffin, and his youthful face became another proof of people's praise for His Majesty the Pope.

When the funeral began and the hymns sounded three times, the powerful people in the country and the church could not wait for the Pope.

So they began to look for him in a hurry.

Some of them speculated whether the Pope had been hit too hard and had problems.

But people then recalled: The Pope has not been any different from usual in the past few days, except that he has spoken less - but he usually only speaks more to His Majesty Louis.

They were still worried and searched every place the Pope liked to go, and even broke into some rooms that no one dared to approach on weekdays, but they found nothing.

They looked at the rooms where Louis had stayed, wondering what His Majesty was doing at this time - His Majesty Louis's body was still here, wasn't it?

On the street, a painter named Eugen was strolling.

He also hoped that he could be invited to attend the funeral full of nobles and bishops, but he was not qualified yet.

He wondered why there were so many anxious patrolmen on the street, and found himself at the edge of the slums.

He found a messy figure with a dusty coat beside the stone steps.

When he sensed someone approaching, the figure rolled his eyes woodenly, and his hat brim loosened, revealing a perfect face that had been praised by countless poets and shouted by countless painters that it could not be painted. //This//work///is//provided//online//reading//

Eugen was obviously one of those painters. Before this, he only stood on tiptoe in the crowd during the pilgrimage to get a quick glimpse of the Pope's appearance. He drew a few portraits based on his vague memory and his best imagination, and thus became a little famous in the local area.

His most famous painting was even bought by a nobleman - so much so that he was worried about why he was not invited by the church or the nobles to attend the funeral of His Highness Louis, because the painting was of His Highness Louis and the glorious Pope.

So he never thought that one day, the Pope, who was on par with the gods, would sit alone on the stone in a daze, covered in dust, curiously looking at a few children, with a blank expression.

He sat there alone, as if separated from mortals by a layer of distance. The children did not dare to come forward, and the painter dared only to wait behind him until the parents of the children in the distance called the children home, and the last trace of noise was all gone.

The painter quietly put away the painting tools and walked around to him. "Your Majesty..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Because the painter found that he was crying, silently shedding tears, no different from any mortal who lost his loved ones.

The knights finally found this place, and Gaspard slowly got up and took off the gray coat, revealing the clean and gorgeous clothes underneath.

However, the painter was sharp-eyed and found the scars on the Pope's body under his thin clothes. Of course, there was a slight omission - the button seemed to be, perhaps, tied wrongly.

The painter thought, who knows what the Pope did to prolong the life of that person.

If you can live forever, who would be willing to let the one you love die, even if it is a normal end of life?

And after all, the one you love dies before you, and you can't easily follow.

The convoy slowly left, and the painter looked at Gaspard's slightly hunched, quiet back, and couldn't help shouting: "Your Majesty, I drew a picture of His Royal Highness Louis, which should be in the hands of a duke. They all said that I drew it very well!"

Lin Xingtao and Naiya followed the convoy, mixed in the crowd of spontaneous followers, and stepped on the petals thrown by the people on both sides of the road.

They heard Gaspard's calm answer: "I know, it's hanging in my room."

Naiya condescended to take a few flowers from the baskets of the people, skillfully woven them into a wreath, and threw it on the head of a horse from a distance.

The horse snorted, looking at the two guys who didn't look like humans, mixed in the crowd in a puzzled way. One of them was black and golden and threw flowers at it.

At this time, Gaspard here might have divine power, and he suddenly turned his head back after sensing something.

However, Naya had quickly pulled Lin Xingtao onto the huge head.

Since Lin Xingtao couldn't bear to see how sad Zhao Yanjia was, he certainly couldn't bear to see how painful Gaspard was.

Naya did not let go of Lin Xingtao's hand on his head, but clenched it slightly to attract Lin Xingtao's attention.

He called Lin Xingtao's name in an inaudible whisper.

The way he pronounced it sounded like calling the name of God.

Lin Xingtao felt the beating of the Pharaoh's heart on his dry skin. If this beating was placed on a young man, it would definitely bring out some deep words buried in his heart.

Naya said: "In the days when you were not by my side, I attended these tearful funerals again and again. In the crowds hugging or crying alone, I often looked up and cast a glance at you in other worlds. Sometimes I saw you made many new friends, sometimes I saw you parted with your friends, sometimes I saw you die. More often I thought you didn't want me to spy, so I waved the stars in the sky, hiding my sight, and only wished that the endless starry sky would embrace you on my behalf."

"In the name of the gods outside, I admit that I am used to seeking peace of mind in such a spy - only you, only you who are shoulder to shoulder with me, are the most reassuring and favorite to me, because I know that you, the gods and I are eternal - of course, it will be soon