The little episodes in Arnold's dream world will naturally not attract too much attention from Yi Chun.
Endless time reveals all the destiny that can be extended in front of him.
This is not boring - because the possibilities corresponding to fate are also endless...
It's just that this endless world is filled with many similar possibilities.
Yi Chun once discovered a certain god's evil plan from the tide of endless time.
Now, he has a new hobby:
Under the World Tree, the orange cat transformed by Yi Chun lay lazily on a pile of straw.
And under his vertical pupils shining with endless divinity, tiny figures under the endless timeline are struggling, struggling, or decadent and falling.
Maybe the multiverse is indeed endless, but Yi Chun is not like a fanatical materials scholar, full of never-ending curiosity and desire to explore any new and unfamiliar substances.
Sometimes, he would stop his gaze on the fate of those mortal things.
The infinite possibilities of individuals that extend under the infinity of time will occasionally give Yi Chun some spiritual sparks.
In a sense, it is a bit like flipping through a book.
But compared to the things carried by those words, most of the stories about mortal things are not necessarily so light and romantic.
There may be some light moments occasionally, but soon they will sink into a new bitter and heavy grand background.
Some religious sects and supernatural-related belief organizations in the multiverse define the subject society of intelligent life as endless pain and eternal torment.
Sometimes, this is also the reason why some demons in the lower planes always have some fear of the material world.
They always feel that in such a sick and twisted world, there must be some powerful evil ones.
However, they are still bound by the flesh and blood of mortal things.
As their earthly bodies rot, their souls will soon twist into something horrific and forbidden.
Yi Chun deeply understands this kind of pain, which can be traced back to when he was a confused mortal in a dream.
Therefore, of course he can appreciate those souls who still pursue the light in the muddle.
Their stories have been a source of comfort for the elders for a long time...
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"Bata..."
Cheap lighters bring not-cheap fire.
Fang Jie held it with his hands and lit the cigarette.
The middle-aged man on duty at the police station looked at him with indifferent eyes and stopped paying attention.
In my memory, the traffic at the entrance was quite crowded, but now it has become sparse.
No one came to pick him up, but there was no need.
Lost another job...
Fang Jie thought so.
He thinks he is a rational person, but people are basically emotional animals.
When things are out of control, rationality or emotion doesn't actually matter.
It depends on the tonnage and whether you have mastered weapons manufacturing anywhere and are familiar with the boundaries of laws and regulations...
Honor is probably the cheapest and most expensive thing in this society.
Fang Jie thought this while smoking.
Therefore, it is always easy for two groups of people to have conflicting values.
Therefore, some physical friction is not that outrageous.
There are many smart people in this world, Fang Jie does not deny it, but many people use their intelligence in the wrong place...
So, they need to wake up.
Fang Jie thought so.
The streets at the intersection were drowsy, and even the occasional groups of stray dogs were nowhere to be seen.
This was also the reason why Fang Jie was once angry: even dogs have to rest at night.
Keren is probably not needed?
——I don’t need you mlg stinky!
Pure bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.
Fang Jie felt physically and mentally comfortable.
Of course, adult human life is not simply divided into black and white colors.
But what does that have to do with an exquisite idiot?
Fang Jie was going to eat a delicious soybean paste bone and have a good night's sleep.
At least, he will be able to take care of it tomorrow.
As for more distant events, they are unpredictable.
Just let it go...
For the square realm, nothing can exist forever.
Everything, including work and emotions, are like objects, with a vague but inevitable expiration date.
It's just that some are lucky enough to have it for a relatively long time.
Fang Jie took off his glasses, and everything in front of him suddenly became bright and hazy.
Like an oil painting with a distorted focus, trance and confusion become the dominant elements.
The voices in my ears seemed to have become much softer.
The city night scene in a flat major key is more like a soft, murmuring and leisurely ditty.
Fang Jie likes this kind of world.
Of course, everyone would like a world where they don’t have to work overtime at night, don’t have to go to work the next day, and can turn off their cell phones at will and keep them silent?
But there is still something that can serve as some kind of implicit boundary:
Fang Jie took out his mobile phone and squinted at the screen.
Well, there is still 60% battery left...
It seems that as long as you are not playing, just standby does not consume as much power as expected.
Fang Jie stretched his waist and prepared to walk on the night streets to see if he could add new inspiration for his plot.
Yes, when he is not working or off work, Fang Jie is a board game script maker.
This is a niche profession within a niche in the local area.
More often than not, the author relies more on love to generate electricity.
Of course, there are also some successful ones among them.
However, Fangjie certainly does not belong to that small group of strong men.
His original intention in writing the script was to satisfy his unbridled thoughts that could not be accommodated in the real world.
The context of those scripts and stories is not just his silhouette late at night.
Fang Jie shook his head. Before that, he had a vague idea about the Berserker Resistance.
However, he has always been a guy who has difficulty accumulating emotions until the next day.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the rage that day seemed so unstoppable.
Just when different opinions gradually emerged in Fangjie's stomach.
His blurred vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a deep shadow.
It is an indescribable color. For an adult human being who has been walking in the mortal world for more than twenty years, it is difficult to trigger a fresh sense of color.
But Fang Jie felt it very clearly.
It's a...a...profound...
Fang Jie felt that at this moment, he was so poor in words that he did not look like an amateur script writer.
Fang Jie put on his glasses, and then he saw...
Well, a cat, a very fat cat...
Interestingly, the cat also looked at him at the same time.
For some reason, at that moment, Fang Jie's vision suddenly became extremely clear.
It's even a bit brighter than before he was nearsighted.
He saw the fat cat's shiny hair, and its inexplicably golden, extremely transparent vertical pupils...
In the cat's vertical pupils, the streets are bustling with people.
Opposite it, a man with bulging muscles and two axes was standing there...