The light and shadow flowed, just like modernists splashing ink on the canvas, and everything made Roach dizzy and turn. A huge table hit Roach, who hurriedly retreated and almost fell into a metal chair.

Just like the reverse of time and space, and like the film, countless objects of the past fill the space around Roach. The crystal long table stood in front of him, and Roach stood at one end of the table. Nine chairs were placed beside the table, and four chairs were placed against each long side of the long table, and one chair was placed opposite Roach had no chairs.

At a slightly further distance, many more comfortable sofas emerged around, mixed with tables, flowers and crystals that were floating with light. The light and shadow of the ink continued to twist, and the four walls appeared, and the new space was far less than the area of ​​the cave.

Just when Roche panickedly worried that this might be a prison and he was imprisoned, narrow and tall windows appeared on all the walls, and the light shone brightly.

A wrought-iron glass door suddenly appeared on the wall facing Roche. Just as he reached out to block the sudden light, the double-opening door was pushed open with a "bang".

A woman appeared at the door, her dress shining softly, and her appearance was very beautiful. Although Roche couldn't see clearly, he only knew that it was the highest level of female beauty that suited his aesthetic taste. She walked in with a spirit, just like the drama curtain was opened, and the spotlights of the whole world were shining on her, and she was the heroine of the peerless youth.

"You woke me up." She said, standing at the other end of the long table, standing next to the chair.

"Not me," said Roach. "If you are the god of Alladin, I will not be the one who releases you."

The woman seemed to think for a moment, then casually said "Oh".

"Where is he?" Roach asked. "Why didn't I see him?"

"He is too far from us to see me." The woman said, looking proud.

"Who are you? Where are we? In the space of consciousness?" Roach asked. Suddenly he noticed that the crown-like ornament above the woman's head was not worn on her head, and the crystal jewelry floated gently on the top of her head. Roach's heart was shocked, "I know who you are."

"Who am I?" The woman looked at him with her head tilted. She might still maintain her youthful face and her youthful and reckless behavior, but from the look that Roach vaguely glimpsed her, she seemed to have decades of experience.

"The First Ancestor Master." Roqi said in a low voice, suppressing fear and shock. He still remembered the woman he had seen through the alien's eyes in the alien's memory. She had only appeared once, and there was no clear record of her in the master's history books.

"This is really an indefinable name," she laughed. "Before I fell asleep, humans were still obsessed with making bronzes. What are they doing now?"

"They are addicted to drafts and reality shows now," Roach said.

"What does that mean? Have they started to leave the world?" the woman asked him.

"It's almost done." Roach said, "If you mean to go to the moon, you've already."

"That's been so long, I can indeed be called the ancestor." The woman said.

"You've been here? You're a part of her consciousness, right?" Roach asked. "Is this somewhere in your memory?"

"I am her, the existence of the soul is the real existence." She seemed a little angry and said in a stern tone.

"I'm sorry," said Roach, "Then can't you find one for yourself?"

The woman was amused, and Roche's gentle and harmless personality has always been very fond of women. "I want to find myself a name first?"

"You exist, but you don't have a name?" Roach asked.

"I've been around for too long and there are many names." The woman said with a smile, looking at Roach, "You are interested in this, right? You walk into this door and think about this, just like yelling in the world of consciousness. You want someone to exist."

Roqi was told to the point, but he was very calm. The ancestor master was a god. If such an existence discovered your little thoughts, what would you be embarrassed to be embarrassed?

"If you are really the ancestor master, can you help me?" Roqi asked.

"I've decided to call me Iva." The woman said to herself, then slowly walked towards him along the table.

"Do you need me to be more sincere?" Roach asked.

"For example, kneel down and beg me?" said the woman, approaching Roach, and putting a soft and boneless hand on Roach's shoulder. "But there is no need to be that way, you are a good kid."

"There is a way to make a person live longer, right?" Roach asked.

"If his soul is not damaged, of course there is a way." The woman who claimed to be Iva smiled and suddenly frowned, "But the reason why he can't survive is the soul problem?"

"You are conscious, right?" Roche asked, turning his head to stare at the woman.

"But I can help you repair your soul. As long as his self is still there, everything is possible." Iva said anxiously, as if he had noticed the movement of Rochi's underlying consciousness.

Roche took a deep breath. At this moment, it seemed as if the waves of water rippled, and the surrounding world had a moment of slight cracks.

Roqi was originally as transparent in front of the powerful consciousness of the ancestor master, but his consciousness broke several times to lure him into thinking, and he did not think about what the ancestor master wanted him to think. During the several twists of the competition, Roqi truly felt the cold, strange and familiar smell.

"You're not a human," said Roach, and he reached out and grabbed the woman's arm.

"Ah!" the woman screamed in pain, "It hurts so much, you hurt me."

The male desire for protection flashed by, and Roche successfully restrained himself and moved himself in the direction of the big pig's hooves.

In a real moment, Roach felt the hardness and coldness of his fingers, and his somewhat familiar smell, sometimes left on Du Zhengyi's hands. Du Zhengyi might insist that his weapon had no smell and metal had no smell. But Roach felt that it was nonsense, and he could smell it anyway.

What he saw in front of him was not real, no matter what he saw with powerful psychological intervention. What he held was a metal body, a person condensed from Du Zhengyi's weapons.
Chapter completed!