Hunting High School

"The world under different theoretical structures has different forms of time."

The husband did not immediately answer Huamao's accusation, but first explained the latter question in a very slow voice:

"I don't deny that in other theories, time may have other appearances, such as spots, ripples, or even simple vectors, porous sponges-like a blind man's side portrait of an elephant, seen from different angles There's always a difference of one kind or another—but in dimensionism, it doesn't conflict with time being an angle when we say the time-dimensional line."

"Who stipulates that the dimension line must be a line?"

"The dimensional lines of space are full of tension, the dimensional lines of weight are squeezed into arcs, and the dimensional lines of sound are trembling. The dimensional lines corresponding to each different concept have their own characteristics. The same is true for time, it The dimensional line is concaved into a corner."

"As for why I didn't remind you."

"Remember our previous analysis? For wizards, time and fate are the 'threads' connected by different choices at every moment. In my current state, it is hard to imagine if it interferes with your choice." What kind of changes will happen in the future... This is not necessarily a good thing for you. I can only try to stand outside those "angles" that are attached, and gently pluck the thin strings on the angles to remind you."

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, yeguoyuedu Android and Apple are all available. 】

"Then you can talk now?" the yellow fox became more and more confused as he listened.

"Because you have already made a choice, and I want to strengthen the timeline you saw... I opened my mouth to talk to you, and I confirmed this line. Even if that little fellow Xiangliu becomes an ancient one, it cannot be changed. The fact that it has happened...I like this thread very much, it has a reassuring sense of moderation and security."

Speaking of this, Mr. paused for a moment, as if to let Huamao accept what he just said, and then he spoke again and continued:

"In the river of time and destiny, countless tributaries are being born at every moment. They are not contradictory, but after all, there are differences in weight and strength. The stronger the individual, the more powerful the tributaries can be supported, or in other words, only the runoff that is strong enough , can accommodate a sufficiently powerful individual... From this standpoint, what I am in can be called the main stream of the long river of time; what I observe is the real history in the long river."

"What about the ones you can't observe?" the yellow raccoon interrupted with interest.

"There is no tributary that I can't observe." The gentleman shook his head and replied calmly: "The ancient wizards have already jumped out of the long river of time and fate, and within the shroud of starlight, there is nowhere to hide..."

The yellow raccoon squatted obediently beside the recliner with its ears pricked up, listening carefully to every word the master said. Such opportunities do not come often.

The sunlight fell through the glass into the small bookstore, and with the lazy and slow voice of the husband, it faintly condensed into illusory flowers in mid-air, and slowly fell.

A seductive aroma exudes in the air, which makes people salivate and refresh their minds.

The yellow raccoon opened his eyes wide, and he could see those illusory flowers that came out of nowhere, slowly disintegrating with Mr.'s words, turning into the dense purple, falling on it, turning into wisps of lively flowers. Magic and countless mysterious knowledge, it seems to see the long river meandering from nothingness again, and hear its gurgling sound.

For a moment, the yellow raccoon felt that the legend was not that great, and it even felt that it could break through the legend by snoring—and it was planning to do so.

Out of the cat's sight.

Buckled under the book on the face of the owner of Sanyou Bookstore.

Mr. Wu's eyes are slightly squinted, and his eyes are reflected in the lenses of the black-framed glasses above, which is a vast and dense net like a starry sky.

Every moment, countless stars are born and died in the lens.

Every minute and every second, hundreds of millions of similar but completely different pictures are shattered in the lens.

He saw that on Saturday morning, the students of Jiuyou College had a conflict with the murlocs of Linzhong Lake. The black goat cub that appeared suddenly was shot dead, and the black goat's counterattack before it died smashed the white tower in the center of the lake.

Look down the picture.

Without this black goat, the black goat in the black prison and the abyss in the far east is still hiding. Elise Rose's yellow fruit finally fell into the hands of Urban, the head of Atlas Academy.

The Siren King, who returned to the battlefield, was unable to complete his military solution, and his animal nature was rampant, and his crazy spell fell on the inner castle.

In the picture, Chief Al is guarding the advanced Dean of Atlas, and Dean of Starry Sky is guarding the advanced Dean of Jiuyou. Only a few other young wizards who fell at the top of the city were killed by the sea monster because they lost their protection. The king's raging magic tore it to pieces.

The screen changed.

Zheng Qing's face was dull, and he sat slumped on the top of the wall, as inconspicuous as a flying insect. His face was splattered with the flesh and blood of the Forgiveness Hunting Team hunters, and Jiang Yu fell into his arms, only half of his body remained.

"stop it……"

The boy muttered, raised his head, and looked around blankly. The sky was painted with blood, and the sun soaked the blood.

Through the blurry picture, Mr. can clearly see that the new seed in the deepest part of Zheng Qing's body is crazily sprouting, jointing, and growing into a new sapling, and the sapling is still absorbing the male students. The boundless destructive power of the bottom of my heart and the world of Hell, keeps growing taller and bigger.

"stop……"

"stop it!!"

In the next picture, thousands of bloods are blooming from the body of the young public fee student, like a blooming bloody lotus flower, engulfing the entire world of Hell—including the eyeball of the Siren King—only the great wizard and a few lucky people Excellent registered wizard, survived the disaster.

On this timeline, the Siren King was successfully defeated under Zheng Qing's forbidden spell. When the wizards and monsters remaining on the battlefield were still lost in the fall of the legendary monster and the power of the real forbidden spell just now, they belonged to the same legend. Shi Hui, Ruoyu, and the chairman of the Dark Council all turned their heads and looked at the wizarding world.

In the northwest of Phuket Island, somewhere in the depths of the ocean, the waves are rolling, the world is tilted, several big stars are shedding infinite brilliance in the daytime, the ancient city blooms dazzling brilliance on the bottom of the sea, and there is a faintly intoxicating sound in the water——and then a A small star rises slowly among the colors and sounds.

The gentleman blinked and ended his observation.

He has seen thousands of tributaries, and as he expected, the Siren King, who has become an ancient man, has truly jumped out of the long river of time and fate. In different tributaries, the Siren King's methods of dismissal and promotion are various, but they all succeeded in the end .

The difference lies in the fate of those 'little people'.

And the fate of Zheng Qing.

The gentleman blinked again, and his eyes fell back to the timeline he liked, watching the young Gong Feisheng sleeping soundly at the top of the city, watching his partners lying around in disorder, watching the weak and condensed heart in his body. seeds, with a slight smile:

"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light."

"The curse gives you the power to destroy, remember to use it to save the world."