Chapter 217 (two)

. This time, he was so close to his husband, his husband became the sky, and he…let him turn into wind and flowers, and decorate his world.

Chu Yueli’s consciousness completely disappeared in the golden sea of ​​power.

The world consciousness is in disbelief, roaring and roaring, struggling, trying to escape.

In the end, it was still surrounded by strong power, like a butterfly frozen in amber, no matter how desperately it flapped its wings, it could only slowly freeze and lose its strength in the end.

The world consciousness is completely silent.

The new system hijacked and suppressed by world consciousness can finally run its own backup code in a safe place, and the last archive left by Xiao Yunhai starts to run autonomously.

After it dies, a brand new system will take over everything that belongs to it, serving the world and the gods again on top of the damaged and incomplete database.

The new world will not have its presence.

However, its shadow will always remain in the data torrent of the new world. After every code, every mechanical greeting.

All lives that died before the advent of the new era will be remembered by the death system, and become the silent back of the new world, watching the sunshine of the new era and looking up to the new gods.

And the players in the game field also noticed the subtle changes in the air.

After a long period of confusion caused by the loss of the system, the brand new system went online for the first time amidst the sound of electric current.

[I am honored to report to all survivors that the survivor, Z1001 Chi Yiyin, has successfully passed the S-level hidden instance [Kingdom of the Gods] and penetrated the game field. 】

[A new **** is about to take the throne, and a new era has come. Dawn after darkness, already after the long road. 】

[For the new god, send all praises and praises. Praise the coming new life of the world, and the survival of all survivors. 】

[Thank you to all the survivors for their perseverance in the past twelve years, thank you for never giving up your life, thank you for still having hope for the future of the world, all survivors have worked hard. 】

【The future you earned for yourself will return to your hands. All unshakable beliefs will be echoed by the world. The system sees everyone’s efforts. Thank you for being alive. 】

But in reality, light flashes across the sky, illuminating all dark corners.

All the churches collapsed in an instant, the idols were destroyed and turned into ashes, and the old gods disappeared from the world.

All power has returned to the original purity eight thousand years ago.

world, newborn.

On the eve of destruction, death is written into the book, and the words are engraved with their stories, and the chants of gods and believers will flow to the sound of bards’ harps.

And after the sun sets, the darkness will pass, and the dawn will come.

Until then.

— the sun will rise again.

In the name of the new god.

Chi Yiyin watched the world rise again in front of him, the world consciousness and the power belonging to Chi Yan were collapsing, and he gradually controlled the power of the world, and the divine power temporarily stored in Chu Yueli also began to flow to him.

Those blue eyes were gradually stained with a smile, illuminated by golden light, as if the sun was shining brightly in the clear sky.

Chi Yiyin’s heart was full of infinite emotions, and many emotions were stuck in his throat. Whether it was pain or happiness, he wanted to share it with the people around him.

But when he turned around, there was nothing but emptiness around him.

The person who said he would always be by his side was not by his side.

Chi Yiyin froze for a moment, the sudden sense of loss and panic made him so strange.

He thought of something, turned and walked towards the other end of the sky.

There, in the powerful battle where the gods confront each other, it is the only space that remains unscathed.

— An apartment belonging to Chi Yiyin.

Chi Yiyin pushed open the door, but there was only silence in the room.

There is no warmth under the dim light at night, and there is no one who reads poems to lull him to sleep.

In that small room, the rare warm memory belonging to Chi Yiyin disappeared.

The only thing left is the envelope on the desk.

Chi Yiyin frowned, walked over and reached for the envelope, and found that it was one of the few letters he had found before.

But the difference is that the envelope at that time was worn out, and I don’t know where it came from or where it went.

Now, the envelope has become clean and tidy, and even the ink on it is still wet, as if someone just wrote it when they left.

Just like the envelope Chi Yiyin saw before.

— “Letter from April”.

But when Chi Yiyin’s eyes fell, he saw the inscription on it.

— Li.

This is… Li Sijun’s last letter to him before he left.

A **** of creation who ruled the world for eight thousand years, but allowed himself to dissipate and melt into the light. The only thing left to Chi Yiyin was a letter full of love.

Chi Yiyin froze for a long time before remembering to open the letter.

He had seen all the envelopes before, but they were all empty and without content.

But now, a red card fell out of the letter.

It is exactly the same as the red envelope that everyone in the game field used to receive.

The only difference this time is that it is a love letter written by the old gods only for loved ones.

[I once imagined that in the new world, there might be a place for me. I will live with you in a small town. If you are willing to be a novelist, then I want to be your exclusive illustrator. When your pen is full of my name, my brush is also full of your smiles and behaviors. The love for you is the only scenery I know.

In the evening, in the sound of the bell, in your book and in my love, we shall live forever.

Until the spring melts, until the world perishes once more. 】

Chi Yiyin suddenly lowered her head, and saw the blooming wild rose leaning on the desk, and the open books under the rose.

It happened to be opened on the page of poems that Li Sijun had read to him.

Like a silent invitation, and a soft inquiry.

— Would you like to spend the rest of your time with me, Yinyin?

I will build time and sunshine for you, the rose garden will no longer bury sins, your past anger and screams will be replaced by new flowers, and the dissatisfaction with the gods that originated in churches and orphanages will melt away in the new era.

And in that small town, there is time and love between you and me.

Do you want to?

Li Sijun didn’t even want to bind his **** even at the last question, he didn’t want to bind the wings of the bird, he only entrusted all the power of choice to Chi Yiyin, and waited silently, he was free to choose yes or no.

Chi Yiyin could see clearly, the palm of his hand holding the envelope trembled slightly.

When reaching for the wild rose, there was not even a trace of hesitation.

The moment the new **** touched the withered rose, it was full of vitality. The rose seemed to be injected with vitality and bloomed again. Large areas of roses gradually bloomed around Chi Yiyin, spreading to the end of the light.

A strong hand stretched out, and held Chi Yiyin’s palm firmly and forcefully through the wild rose.

Li Sijun raised his eyes and smiled softly when he looked at Chi Yiyin.

“I am honored to invite you to spend all the time with me?”

Chi Yiyin held Li Sijun’s palm instead, and gradually exerted force.

“I would.”

The two looked at each other, smiling and loving.

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