Pure light is version incompatible in this virtual world.
There must be a container to hold the light, a bottle, and on the Nameless Island, the bottle is a shell of salt.
Since the open beta of "Three Worlds" ended, Hongcheng has withdrawn from the WW3 server, leaving only one backdoor program, which is Utra.
Her withdrawal also means that rA9 and Kamsky have absolute control over the server data and salt.
In this case, what Utra can provide to Lu Zhengkang is actually his own skin, a pair of empty skin that allows Lu Zhengkang's "consciousness" to have somewhere to go.
This virtual light is the semi-mechanized human mind and the epitome of the obsession of the martyrs of the Republic.
The beautiful Miss Lu gently raised her hand, and the bound and charred corpse fell from the stake. Lu Zhengkang hugged Utla.
"Citizen, you must fulfill your mission. This is the wish of the people of China. The Chinese civilization will last for tens of millions of years."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Okay."
Hong Cheng murmured softly: "Good luck, citizen..." Then there was no sound again, but his consciousness was extinguished and his body was freed.
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head, and kissed the dead body. The antlers on his head burst out with extremely prosperous glazed light, illuminating the sunless top of the obsidian tower, revealing the mountains and seas, and the palaces.
Emerging in the bright light, there are nine mountains and nine seas, and a boundless palace city. The candlelight is bright, and the deep Sanskrit chants echo among the buildings and mountains.
His thoughts escaped into nothingness, filled with troubles in the world, karma wrapped around Him like smoke and dust, and turned into poisonous roots to entangle Him, but He only turned into a scorpion, carrying the boundless world of mortals, crossing the sea of suffering in nothingness.
His body dissolved in the light, and a pair of lush antlers were placed on Utra's charred corpse. Then, when the antlers arrived, so did the light. The scorched dead thing drew out fine threads of light and wrapped it,
Ascending, in front of the twin trees, silver-white cocoons with white jade and green-spotted antlers beat like a heart.
The antlers of the antlers are getting longer and longer, and the roots of poison ivy are also getting longer and longer. One sprouts upwards, one droops downwards, one becomes more transparent and clearer, one becomes more dark and turbid, and the other is empty.
Virtually like a mirage, one is as real and solid as an iron hoop.
Lu Zhengkang's will expands and sneaks into Yan Yi's collective dream, this sea of glass.
He is sitting cross-legged at one end of the sampan, like a rosette; his body is plump, and every part is perfect; He is in pure white cassock, his body is upright, proportionate in length and breadth, and his body is shining one foot; His hands and feet are soft, and the lines on the soles of his feet are like the spokes of a wheel; His skin is
Like white jade, the cheeks are plump like a lion king, the eyelashes are long and slender, the eyes are like silver beads with gold, shining brightly, the bridge of the nose is solemn, the wings of the nose are light, the lip pods are like Pisces ruby, and the smile is full of smiles; the reincarnation of heaven and man, Ma Yin
Hidden appearance.
Kamsky stood at the end of the sampan, wearing a white coat, with a shriveled figure, an old appearance, wandering eyes, a crazy expression, and a mess of hair.
"You're here again." Kamsky smiled strangely, "This time, you are different. You can't do anything for me, right? Yes, I can't torture you anymore. What a pity. What a wonderful meeting gift.
You actually...actually turned into such a hateful person! Hongcheng!"
Lu Zhengkang said warmly: "Are you ready to die?"
Kamski's angry expression suddenly collapsed, "No, no, no, please, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"
He cried bitterly and was extremely involved in crying. His face expressed a thousand and ten thousand emotions and was full of tension.
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "It turns out that you are not really Kamski."
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
Become a higher life!"
The Kamsky in front of him is just a stand-in, a personality, a jester in the palace. The real Elijah Kamsky Carnegie, the father of the bionic man, has never shown up.
The poisonous ivy karma roots on Lu Zhengkang's head hang down into the glass sea, attracting many salt descendants from other boundless parallel universes. Following their karma, they find them and send them a steady stream of revelations.
Upon seeing this, Fool Kamski shook his head in fear, "Oh, you're really going to piss him off now."
Deep in the sea of glass, Kamsky’s memories are hidden.
…
At eight o'clock in the evening, after finishing his night shift at the maintenance plant, Kamsky walked to the subway station.
He waited in the subway station. As expected, the bus was delayed again. This was the late 1920s, and the urban transportation system still made people feel tormented. Kamski sat on the bench.
, I felt sleepy, so I looked at the beverage vending machine beside me, hesitated for a moment, took out my dirty mobile phone from my front pocket, and scanned a bottle of espresso.
He didn't drink it immediately and planned to take it home. To be precise, it couldn't be considered a home, but a garage. It was spacious, had many renovation options, and the rent was cheap, cheap, cheap. A bottle of coffee helped him get through the rough night.
Kamsky, who is about to celebrate his 21st birthday, has no friends, no partner, and no relatives. He goes to school four days a week and works part-time for the remaining three days. While ensuring his life, he can also save money to repay his college loans.
There was wind blowing deep in the tunnel. Kamsky closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. The brakes squeaked and the sound of metal friction was harsh, but elegant.
Indulging in the lingering sound, he sat on the train in a daze. There was a flamboyant lady sitting next to him, tilting her head tiredly, and slowly leaned on Kamski's shoulder.
He felt sincerely uncomfortable, and his back, which had been sitting relaxedly, was straightened.
The pain and anxiety of having his private territory violated made him feel angry, and the cheap perfume and faint smell of sweat on the lady's body made him fearful. His face turned red and he lowered his head.
Someone saw it and started laughing.
Kamski felt insulted. Why would they laugh at a socially anxious person? Why would they laugh at a weakling who had his personal space taken over?
He turned his head and peeked at the woman next to his shoulder. This was... a wandering warbler?
There are many such people in the prosperous cities on the west coast. Kamsky feels that they are extremely dirty, rejoicing and suffering in the flesh and blood of sin.
So Kamski said a soft prayer.
I hope he can escape from this dirty world as soon as possible.
The subway stopped at the platform. It was time for Kamsky to get off. He turned his head and looked at the woman. Her appearance ruined Kamsky's good mood. The unexpected passers-by in life were like being thrown into a pond.
stones to break up the duckweed.
Kamsky tried to wake up the woman, but he raised his hand and suddenly put it down again. The people around him didn't seem to notice that there was a person in trouble here. Everyone looked down at their mobile phones and interacted with their operating systems.
Chat and laugh.
The car door closed and Kamsky watched helplessly as he passed the station.
well.
The woman woke up at the terminal, her saliva soaking Kamski's coat.
"It's killing me to sit and stand again." She covered her forehead, "Hey, buddy, I'm sorry for getting your coat wet. Come and sit at my house? I'll wash your clothes for you." She said to herself,
He pulled Kamsky up and dragged him away from the subway station.
Under the clouds of light pollution in the city, a woman leads a man, striding along the cool streets at night, like a love adventure story.
