Luo Ling once remembered that someone said to him, "How you treat others, others will treat you the same way." He felt that there was some truth in this sentence. Even evil people have the same odor. He himself is not like others.
Talking about friendship, only talking about profit exchanges, and now he is alone, and he knows better than anyone else.
Panjiao asked him to jump into the lava, as if to say: 'Go to hell.' It was harsh, but Luo Ling had no resentment. He clearly remembered that not long ago, he had almost blackmailed Panjiao to get a lot of money.
The useful knowledge has also restored the physical condition of myself and my family to the best. Now, as I said, if you go out to hang out, you will always have to pay back.
Although he was seriously injured, Luo Ling showed a strange calmness and open-mindedness. "Panjiao. I know that I am not qualified to negotiate terms or exchanges with you now. But I have a proposal. You can help me once today.
In the future, when I am powerful enough, I will help you once, as long as it is within my ability."
"In your future, you want me to invest in a possibility that I don't know how long after? Just like the stocks in the original human society?" Panjiao's learning speed is very fast. In just a few days, it has already learned from its few
Slaves learned a lot about human society.
"Yes, potential stocks, blue chip stocks, I don't think you will suffer a loss."
After a while, Panjiao's voice came from behind the curtain. "Haha, you can help me if you want. My condition is very simple. You must serve me for a certain period of time in the future for 10 years. These 10 years
You must not violate anything during the year."
"I refuse." Luo Ling said without hesitation. He would not sign the contract of betrayal, no matter how powerful the other party's identity and strength were.
"As you said yourself, you are not qualified to do an equal deal with me yet. I never believe in promises, especially those made by people without strength."
Luo Ling nodded, said no more, turned around and walked towards the space passage with difficulty.
"Are you sure you won't consider my proposal anymore?"
Luo Ling stopped, turned towards the light screen and said calmly: "I swear to the River Styx that one day, I will repay the truth."
"..." After two seconds of silence, Panjiao's angry voice came: "You actually challenge me at this time!"
"Hmph." Luo Linghao said timidly: "Aside from strength, you can also be nothing."
Panjiao laughed angrily and said: "Throw it away? How to throw it away? Do you have the ability?"
Luo Ling stopped defending and walked further and further step by step. He really had no way to make Panjiao lose his strength. What he said was the fearlessness of the soul. Don't surrender, don't be afraid, believe in yourself, you can be stronger. There are no loopholes in the soul and
Only when you have flaws can you go further.
Luo Ling's back looked desolate and lonely, but he always held his back straight and his head held high until he left the world.
The space fell into darkness again. Behind the light, Panjiao whispered to himself with a bit of awe and sigh, "I will never be able to defeat you..."
Luo Ling, who had been ridiculed in vain and whose injuries had worsened, stood in the darkness, making the final choice to fight at great risk or surrender to fate, save his life and lose his powerful power.
Silently take out the thawing equipment, turn on the power, connect the tank of thawing liquid to the instrument table, and set the time. If no one can help him, then he has to do it on his own. If he cannot wake up after thawing, he will bleed a lot and
If he dies, or has an accident during the thawing process, then his story will end here. Just like countless strong men who did not laugh at the end.
"Are you really ready to sleep again?" When Luo Ling had already sat in the instrument and was about to close the transparent cover, an elegant and familiar male voice came from the door of the vault.
In order to delay the spread of the injury, Luo Ling had mobilized all his power, so that his range of perception was greatly reduced, and he was not even aware of someone appearing in the vault in time.
Fortunately, the visitor, Luo Ling, recognized him. He was the one who gave Luo Ling half the key to the treasure house of the Demon Palace in the underground maintenance passage of Guang'an Airport. Like last time, this man with black eyes was wearing a
18th century European aristocratic hunting attire, black breeches, vest, reddish-brown deerskin boots, gold pocket watch, white silk shirt, purple silk scarf tied around the neck, dark green coat with silver edging pattern, and black
Woolen cloak with big collar and turned sleeves...
Luo Ling glanced at this man. "Do you know what I want to do?"
The man had an amiable smile on his face and said, "I told you, we have been observing you."
"I am no longer Himmit."
"Yes, this illustrates the plasticity of fate. Doesn't it?"
"I feel like you are trying to shape my destiny, like that key."
"We are just guides. It is you who plays the decisive role. You see, at least, Silang failed and died, but you did not."
Luo Ling snorted coldly, "If you want to show the direction again, just start right away. You can also see that my situation is very bad now."
The man smiled and said, "Two options, one, do what you originally planned to do, lie down. Two, jump into the lava."
Luo Ling's heart moved, "So, I can survive by choosing either of these two paths?"
The man didn't make a sound, he just laughed.
Luo Ling nodded, "He is only responsible for giving guidance and not giving any explanations, right?"
The man continued to laugh.
"I'm going to jump into the lava." Luo Ling said.
The man turned his hand, and there was a spindle-shaped crystal in his palm that was as long as two fingers and as wide as two fingers. The crystal shone with a strange brilliance, as if it contained all the colors in the world. He gently gave the crystal away and threw it.
It was in Luo Ling's hands. The man said: "If possible, I hope we can meet again at the next turning point. Personally, I have always been optimistic about you."
As silently as when he came, the man left. To him, space seemed to be just a gauze curtain composed of multiple pieces, which could be hidden behind at any time, and what appeared was just a slight distortion.
, there was no energy fluctuation, and there was no gorgeous effect when the space door opened. Luo Ling didn't even know what kind of power the other party was using to complete the operation.
From beginning to end, the man didn't say much, but he revealed enough information to give Luo Ling an intuitive understanding of the current situation.
First of all, if he chooses to thaw the instrument, he will not die, but he will fall into a deep sleep for a long time. Secondly, the "jumping into magma" indicated by the corner of the pan is not a joke, but is indeed a method. However, this
This method is quite dangerous, otherwise, the person would not have said something like, "I hope we can see you again at the next turning point."
"Do I really have a choice? It seems that I do, but it seems that I don't..."
He didn't even have time to put away the defrosting instruments. Luo Ling used his last strength to open the Shadow Door and appeared at the bottom of the waterway in Sandie Cave to obtain the Temple of the Dead. Standing on the edge of the large crack, he looked at the bottom of another huge dome.
A winding red line appeared at the bottom of an abyss of unknown depth. The water from the underground river still gurgled down the slope, overflowing and venting through the cracks. A thin layer, with a refreshing coolness, flowed through the Luo River.
Ling's feet went straight down into the abyss, making a gurgling sound. Luo Ling could feel the slightly hot moisture. Luo Ling knew that what was underneath was the ferocious lava river that had returned to form.
Luo Ling really imagined a person learning to swim, first swimming by the river, and then trying to splash in the shallow water, accumulating enough courage and enthusiasm, and then swimming in the deep water. But now, he has no time,
He doesn't have the strength to do that. Now, it's even impossible for him to open the door to the Shadow Plane again.
"Look who's words I finally believed? An elusive stranger, and a big insect that was so confused that only its soul was still alive." At the last moment, Luo Ling felt only tranquility in his heart, "In this life, I may be with those people.
The strong men who fell down on the road of struggle have the same ending, but my soul is absolutely different. I am afraid, but I have the courage to face it again and again. I will be immortal and my will will be immortal..."
Holding the crystal in his hand, Luo Ling took a deep breath and used all his strength to fly down, "Abyss, flame, here I come."
Falling, as if there is no end; falling, in the darkness that extends for unknown lengths; falling, a lonely, strong, proud soul; falling, greeting death with a kind of calmness and calmness. At this moment, Luo Ling is an absolute
Strong.
The wind whistled in my ears, and the red line below became brighter and wider. I felt the steaming heat, saw the splashing lava, the rolling heat, the fiery red river, and the red like blood burning. Here is
The blazing heat flowing in the abyss is the blood of this planet.
Phew! Without energy protection, Luo Ling's hair had burned into ashes in the air. The demonized body itself was the best fuel. The flames in the lava river were stirred up and rolled up, causing Luo Ling to transform in the air.
It turned into a fireball, like a falling meteorite, burning and crashing into the lava. It fell 35,000 meters, and boom! Huge flames exploded on the lava river, so gorgeous that it was hard to look at it.
Fire, as liquid as water, brought Luo Ling an indescribable feeling.
"It turns out that the feeling in the lava is not burning, but biting cold!" When the temperature reaches an extreme, it is transmitted to the nerves in a completely opposite form. The feeling in Luo Ling's body, after a very short period of great pain
After that, he disappeared completely. Compared with before, it was even more unbearable to be in the rainy swamp, covered in wounds, and avoiding the pursuit.
What's next? The soul! Yes, it's the soul. Whether this mass of energy dissipates like iron in the hot red magma, or condenses into an indestructible existence, all depends on whether the soul owner's will is strong.
Memories surge like a tide. Those old things, those childhood experiences, those pasts that were thought to be forgotten, all reappear one by one, like scenes in a movie, making people sigh at the beauty of life and the magnificence of life's journey.
It seems as if I heard the verdict, as if I heard an affectionate call, as if I saw the most nostalgic scenery, as if I saw the most yearning world, as if I was lying in the warm water, just want to sleep, just want to melt.
"Get tired, take a rest, this is a beautiful world, your world, our world, come back to my arms, my wandering child..."
The expression, warmth, familiarity, and voice seemed to be that of mother. Yes, it was mother. This earth, this planet, and every life was her child, and an extension of her will.
"No, I am different. I love and am in love with this beauty, but I don't want my mother's protection. Beauty makes me strong. Mother Planet gives me strength. I want to express my attachment in another way. I am a defender.
I am a sharp blade, I am a strong man, I will always stand on the top of the mountain, even in the abyss, but also at the highest place!..."
Over and over again, Luo Ling repeated his belief, as if it were the most devout prayer, without any distracting thoughts, only a pure and unified spirit.