Vol 15 Chapter 63 i still have to try

The first thing he felt was peace.

Of course, there is relief.

— But what about other than that?

The thought of ‘raise your hand’ floated through He Shenyan’s consciousness, and his soul, who had fallen into the boundless darkness, faithfully executed this thought. The mighty spiritual power poured out from the emptiness, and outlined a simple figure in the darkness, which looked like a stick figure with the most basic character lines.

Funny, that’s what I looked like when I died.

He Shenyan stared at his right hand thoughtfully, and the fact that he was dead didn’t make any waves in his heart. At this moment, what he cares most about is what kind of secret is hidden behind this state.

The thirst for knowledge of the mages is terrifyingly stubborn.

Hmm…where am I?

After careful observation for a while, he didn’t get any useful information, so he simply raised his head and looked around. But there was nothing around, just darkness. To his own surprise, the mage did not feel any discomfort.

“Blue Gourd Sword Fairy”

On the contrary, he felt warm and comfortable here.

It’s like a room that belongs to you, with thick curtains drawn, the temperature is suitable, and the pillow is fragrant – just lie down, you can stay awake, and you don’t have to worry about any misery in the world. Whether it’s the need to get up early for work tomorrow, or the huge debt that’s behind you, it’s gone.

The only thing in sight is sleep.

He let out a tired sigh and sat down with that simple figure, and then even felt dissatisfied, and simply lay down in a defenseless posture. In the past, He Shenyan heard an interesting theory.

– When a person dies, everything that happened in his life is repeated before his eyes.

According to this theory, everyone may be restless. For better or worse, when death comes, what most people want is probably just silence.

He Shenyan just wanted to be alone for a while, he felt very tired.

very tired.

All of the past flashed before his eyes, his stubborn desire, deceived his teacher, the world he saved, those who regarded him as a **** and a savior.

And his friends.

There was a smile on the corner of the mage’s mouth, and the darkness was still comfortable, making him unable to break free. In fact, his spiritual body is slowly dissipating. The afterlife feels so wonderful, and the freedom to not have to care about anything is fascinating.

such a pity……

He let out a faint sigh again, and the mental body that had dissipated until only one pair of eyes remained abruptly became solid. The surging magic power that came from nowhere enveloped him mightily, and a voice sounded above his head.

“You refused, my messenger.”

Death is looming, coming by appointment. She is the first person each deceased sees after death, and her ultimate solace. When He Shenyan was about to reject her, she came.

“You killed yourself with authority, and then you rejected the peace as sweet as honey. Why?” Death looked at him patiently, hoping for an answer.

The Master replied, “Because I still have unfinished business.”

“But you’ve done enough, haven’t you?” Death asked suspiciously. “What else can take you away from this silence?”

She waved her hand, the darkness pulled away, and countless souls quietly sleeping here appeared. Among them are former cosmic overlords, madmen who have conquered thousands of worlds, madmen who slaughter the world for love and madness, and mothers who miss their sons until they die.

At this time, they all slept here, quietly, without showing any pain.

He Shenyan looked at them, the beautiful scene made him a little disappointed for a while – but it was only for a moment.

“There’s one more thing I haven’t done that I can’t forget,” he said.

“What is it?”

“go home.”

He Shenyan smiled: “I learned magic because of this, and it was because of this that I tore my soul like a madman to cross the border. I can’t forget this, and I can’t throw it away. Get it down. For me, it’s…more than that.”

“But you’re not going home at all costs.”

“yes.”

He Shenyan nodded lightly.

“I want to go home because I want my parents to see who I am. I want to tell them who I am. I wish I could hold my chest up and tell them that I am an amazing person, I’ve become every boy’s dream self.”

“I am a hero and I have saved many worlds. My name is an epic song and people remember my name because they will always remember what I did.”

“So I always hold a part of the bottom line – things change and I hope I’ll never be changed. Sishorn said I’m going to lose my humanity for a long time, he’s probably right, but I… .”

The mage smiled helplessly.

“I’m still trying.”

Death made way for him.

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In the dark universe, a cold, breathless corpse is floating in it. He was wearing a black robe, with a handsome face and closed eyes.

A spaceship is flying towards here, with colorful lights on the ship, flashing and flashing, it looks like a laser light ball on the dance floor.

The ship was called the Benata, and she belonged to Star-Lord, a man of little fame among the stars. He’s a righteous thief and mercenary, part-time explorer, and hopelessly hedonist.

Of course, his friends prefer to call him an idiot with a lot of love (or disgust).

cab.

“Hey, Gamora.”

Following Sol’s bearded ‘Star-Lord’, Peter Quill grinned at his girlfriend and walked slowly. He also held two goblets in his hand, and the fluorescent liquid inside gave off a fragrant aroma.

The green-skinned Gamora smiled and stretched lazily. The beautiful curve caught Peter’s eyes, and he hurriedly handed a glass of wine, which Gamora took and took a sip.

“Ah, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is good. This is the bottle of Gommert from the auction? Peter…it’s expensive.”

“Money is nothing compared to you.”

Gamora’s smile was gradually becoming arrogant. She turned on the autopilot function, took Peter’s wine, put both glasses of wine on the driver’s seat, and then pushed him to the ground.

Looking at Gamora who was gradually undressing, Peter swallowed and said uneasily, “Uh, Gamora. They’re having a party, yes, but the door isn’t locked yet…”

“Then go to the lock, Peter…” Gamora licked her lips and tilted her head to look at him, smiling seductively. “You are the captain.”

Star-Lord jumped up from the ground and wanted to lock the door of the cab, but at the same time, a slightly dull crash stopped him.

Peter turned around, and Gamora and Gamora stared at the man who had crashed into the spaceship.