The female cultivator didn't look away from that place for a long time.
She looked at the smoke of fireworks there and asked, "What's there?"
"Alien instrument."
The emperor's face looked a little annoyed at this time. He seemed to regret that he had revealed such a big secret, but he hesitated for a moment and still said, "A magic weapon that specializes in tracking some qi machines that exceed ordinary laws can only be made once it is completed."
, I am sure that if these creators use some special means again, as long as their means of stimulating power are very different from normal monks and magic weapons, then I should be able to track their whereabouts, and it may even be them.
His true identity is."
The female cultivator still didn't look at him.
As long as she saw his face, she felt sick. Without looking at him like this, she felt that such a conversation was not uncomfortable.
"There is not even a single practitioner among those craftsmen. What they make are either some crude metal tools or weird statues. Do you think they can make magic weapons that can potentially discover the creator?" When her normal thoughts returned to her.
With her sea of consciousness, she immediately felt that the other party was just covering up her own incompetence, and she instantly sneered.
"Even termites with no intelligence at all can build breathtakingly complex mazes underground."
The emperor also gradually calmed down. He looked at the fireworks in those workshops and said: "Gorgeous and breathtaking, I am afraid that the old era that can never be restored is not the creation of monks, but the accumulation of countless generations of ordinary people.
In an era you have never seen, some ordinary flesh and blood can build buildings taller than mountains in a short time. Although these people are not practitioners, there are countless generations of people like them before them.
The accumulated experience. As long as they follow my orders exactly, they can naturally create tools that even practitioners can't imagine."
"Okay, then I'll wait and see." The female cultivator laughed sarcastically, "If I can survive until that day."
The emperor was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "I'm sorry."
The female cultivator was stunned.
She didn't want to see the disgusting eyebrows, but at this moment she couldn't help but look away from the fireworks and fell on him again.
She saw a face that was really nervous, really apologetic, and seemed to be begging for her forgiveness.
"What do you mean?"
Her heart was suddenly filled with inexplicable anger, and she sneered, "Is it because you broke through the curse and succeeded in me, causing me to ruin your child?"
"You..." The emperor usually spoke condescendingly, looking at her like a plaything, but at this time he was a little speechless.
He originally subconsciously wanted to say that you don't understand, but he felt that this might make the female cultivator even more angry, so he stopped, hesitated, said sorry again, and then said: "I didn't really do that before.
Treat you as humans."
The female cultivator did not understand his true meaning at this time and sneered: "People like you naturally only regard themselves as human beings, and naturally regard people who are countless times weaker than you as ants."
"no."
The emperor quickly shook his head.
"You misunderstood." He looked at the female cultivator like a beggar and said: "In the old times, many flesh and blood bodies like you and me were actually man-made playthings. Although the entertainment world was the human world in the old times,
It exists as an accessory, but as long as you have enough money and contribution, a person can stay in the entertainment world for a long time. This long stay can even make people forget the world they originally lived in. Even people like me can still stay in the entertainment world for a long time.
People at the bottom, as long as they pay a small fee, can customize playmates and objects to play with according to their own preferences. After the World Destruction War, the entertainment world centered on Zhongshenzhou has been relatively preserved.
On the contrary, the human world of the old era was destroyed to the point of almost non-existence. When I survive in such a world as a survivor, my subconscious and rational mind always make me feel that real life has disappeared, and I have become a person who always survives in this world.
A player in the game world. The real world has collapsed. My original survival and struggle have become meaningless. In this game world, I can only play like crazy. As long as I don’t completely collapse this world,
As long as there are no surviving creators and no enemies who are more powerful than me notice it, I can play whatever I want without any guilt in my heart, because this life is just a game in a magical world."
The mocking look on the female nun's face disappeared, she lowered her head and said nothing.
The emperor smiled bitterly, feeling a little uncomfortable with it.
Because for countless years, he has not had this kind of conversation, and has not had this kind of conversation with the world and people around him as a real existence.
"The vast majority of people in the world now are naturally descendants of people from the original entertainment world. During the World Destruction War, many people in the entertainment world were artificially created with unique identities, and many of them had changed bodies.
Players, when the battle of world destruction occurred, the destruction of peripheral base stations and servers, as well as the destruction of the real world, caused these players to lose their original bodies, but also their original identities, and even their memories. What they gained
Their memories and lives are just the memories and lives of people with new identities after entering this entertainment world." The emperor looked at the female nun and said: "In other words, these people not only changed their bodies, but were also brainwashed.
.So for a survivor like me, who still has his own body and complete memory, and is a real person, are these people still considered real people?"
The nun said nothing.
She suddenly felt terrible.
Unspeakable horror.
The emperor shook his head and said: "It's like a real living person was drawn into the game. There is only a real conscious living person like me in the game. Of course, from an evolutionary perspective, hundreds of millions of years ago, this world
There is no existence of human beings. It is just the continuous evolution of some simple life forms that finally formed human beings. Although of course it can be felt that the process of re-evolution after the destruction of this world was greatly shortened. After the World Destruction War, this entertainment world
I can also regard all the survivors in the world as the simplest life forms. Tens of thousands of years later, all human beings have evolved and reproduced from them. But the theory is such a theory, but I still cannot accept it in my heart.
"
"I always feel that I am different from you. I always feel that the world has been destroyed at that time. Maybe I am living in my nightmare."
At this point, his body suddenly trembled slightly. He looked at the female cultivator and said, "I know you hate me very much, because I don't treat you as a human being, I just treat you as a person who wants to vent my anger."
Playthings are used as playthings to pass the time in boring games, but what I can guarantee is that whether you forgive me or not, I don’t think this is a destroyed illusory world now. You and I have a child and gave birth to life.
.This life is extremely real. This reminds me with the most real fact that people today are the same life as me. Regardless of the past, no matter how it evolved in the first place, the essence of life is the same.
There is no difference. I am not a god, I am not a remnant of the old era, and you are not an illusory plaything, nor am I going crazy in countless years of loneliness, nor are you a figment of my imagination."
He looked at the female cultivator, with crystal tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.
He cried out.
The female cultivator's chest rose and fell violently.
The indifference on her face seemed to turn into a layer of porcelain light.
She said coldly: "So what you are saying is that when you think the old era is over and the real world you think is destroyed, you will never have a sense of identity with the surviving world. You think everyone alive is a fake."
, you think this world is also fake. But now you have found a sense of identity with this world from me. Now you feel that you are different from before, so you come to beg me for forgiveness and let me forget your sins.
Have you forgotten what methods you used to rape me?"
"I..." The emperor looked at her and saw the hatred in her eyes. He whispered uneasily: "But I hope I can make up for it and resolve..."
"You want me to change my view of you? Finally forgive you for everything you have done, and even turn hatred into love?" The female cultivator looked at him and laughed, "Why? Why are you a castrated waste from the old era? It still remains the same today.
Is he a piece of trash who can only do something for me?"
The emperor was speechless.
His face was extremely pale.
"Why?"
The female cultivator then said angrily: "You said you think you are a human being and others are not human beings. You said you have changed your mind now. Then do you think what you are doing is a human matter? You have been in this kingdom in the past and have done countless things in the past.
You have been playing recklessly for years, you stupid king... are you considered a human being? In the eyes of me and many others, you are not even a human being, and you still want me to change my view of you?"
The emperor opened his mouth, but he was still speechless.
"What's more, I don't believe you. How do I know what you say is true?"
The female cultivator looked at the emperor and sneered: "With these weird things you said, how do I know that you are not deliberately playing tricks on us and deliberately telling these non-existent stories."
"I….."
The emperor uttered a word but was speechless.
Beads of sweat appeared again on his bald head.
His body felt inexplicably cold.
When he raised his head again and saw the extremely cold gaze of the female cultivator, his heart beat violently, and he decided to prove the truth of what he said first.
His hands fell on the female nun again.
But this time he didn't touch and knead those private areas at will like he was playing with a toy.
He hugged the female cultivator, and strange energy laws began to flow outside his body.