eternal glory

Chapter 170 Marrying the God [X Version]

It's hard to imagine that the one who stood up to support this incredible young couple turned out to be the cheap king dancer from Emerald City. Even Liu Zhe knew that Ning Ning, who had never been nosy, encouraged the girl to take over the lover's blood feather and continue. During the wedding, Ningning was surprised, and Ningning's emotions were very indifferent, but when did Ningning care about other people's thoughts and ideas?

"My chrysanthemum is spurting blood, and I don't care about other people's hemorrhoids!" The light green crayfish holding the pastry plate wanted to roll over his non-existent "white eyes", but the physiological structure determined that the younger crawfish not only could not roll his eyes, even The favorite middle finger couldn't stand upright, so he could only pinch the pliers twice in frustration and make a crisp sound.

Little Crawfish Mosquito, who is less than one meter tall, has been upset ever since he knew that his two buddies, Liu Zhe and Mu Ning, secretly rubbed their backs for their "partner". The two dogs and men have been hiding for so long, but they just haven't made any real progress!This bit of nonsense makes the naturally warm-hearted brother Mosquito feel uncomfortable. I don’t know whether to condemn Liu Zhe, the little thief who eats grass by the side of the nest, together with Brother Bin, or poke and go crazy with Liu Zhe like the sisters but don’t follow. The backbone of Mu Ning in the play!

Compared with the three girls who supported Liu Zhe with the same hatred, the four boys are still in a mess without a unified position and are still entangled.

The unclear relationship between the two brothers really didn't worry the emperor to death, but they worried all the court ladies and eunuchs to death.

All in all, Brother Mozi felt that Mu Ning didn't even handle the messy matter with Liu Zhe, so why did he have to disturb the unethical love between players and npcs?That is really a big event involving the fate of a player and an npc!What did Mu Ning's onlookers get involved in?

The female player named "Doubao" finally listened to the words of the wind dancer, grabbed the scarlet blood feather of the beloved boy in the biting cold wind, and let the bloody light spot cover herself.

A kind of unprecedented hesitation and anxiety, as well as the surprise of lost and found are intertwined in the heart of a special bride, happiness and mixed flavors.

Few knew what the king had said to the young man flapping his wings and chasing his bride on the promenade of giant snow-covered trees, but the bride had heard it.

"You know she's a player, and you know that you don't really exist in their eyes, right?" The snow-strewn wind made emerald green hair flutter, and the wind dancer looked up at the handsome young man who was slowly flapping his wings in mid-air , ignoring the confusion and anxiety on the young man's face.Mianxia's choice of words is very ingenious, and the word 'they' can easily pick himself out, but it's a pity that the guy with a white grade is destined not to be able to hear the implication.

"I... heard other people say something about 'advent' and 'creator'." The eagle-winged guy landed on his knees lightly. Having successfully upgraded, he already has enough wisdom to distinguish between popular players and native life According to rumors, the gap between adventurers and native intelligent life in Emerald City has always been very thin, and players rarely hide their knowledge and thoughts about this world from npcs.Although the time to become a white rank is not long, it does not prevent him from knowing the news related to his beloved, as well as the "true face" of this world.

Mu Ning smiled with satisfaction. NPCs of the white rank generally seldom care about the reality and falsity of the world. They don't have enough complex thoughts and rich emotions to pay attention to trivial details that have nothing to do with survival, just like the real world. People don't care whether the earth is square or round. It is always the mission of smart people to seek knowledge and explore the truth.The eagle-winged man in front of him actually already knew the news of the 'God descended' and the 'Creator'. Compared with the experience of ordinary white-level native intelligent life, it is not a little bit richer.

The news about "The Creator" and "Advent God" has only begun to spread among the local intelligent life in the past few days. The ten-level promotion trial has allowed many NPCs to rise from the gray level to the white level. After the level of wisdom increases The thinking ability has also been strengthened in a straight line, especially the NPCs in Emerald City.Ordinary players seldom notice the communication between npcs and their thoughts, except for Mu Ning.

Even players who have entered the world of Ayresnam from the moment the game was opened can't understand the inner feelings of "npcs" in their eyes when they suddenly receive a new 'interpretation' and 'definition' of the world they live in from another vast world. Confused, shocked, and overwhelmed.

You know that your world is infinitely vast, it was born, grew, lived and evolved to such an extent surrounded by a magnificent and great circulation, thousands of gods, epics and legends tossed and precipitated in the magnificent long river of time and condensed into the crystallization of wisdom, The fire that ignites civilization spreads and continues, from the axis sanctuary "Garde" in Arisnam, it has been diverging outwards towards the wild jungles, tundra, glaciers, and even the new lands that have not even touched life.

You know that the history of your race can be traced back to the ancient times when the chaos was first opened and the spirits fought against each other. The ups and downs and hardships did not defeat your ancestors, and the distant glory is like a bright star, never dissipating.

But you meet another group of 'people' who have completely different interpretations of everything you know. Your "great circulation" that breeds the world, constrains dogma, accommodates and nourishes all things is what they call the "main game system" The glorious history of your race is what they call the "game background setting", and the villages and plains where you and your elders have lived for generations are their "game leveling points". Even you and your loved ones are nothing more than nothing in their eyes It's a "program" that doesn't actually exist!

The 'truth' about the world of Erisnam is revealed in the casual conversations of the "adventurers", how can we prevent the local intelligent life from being ashamed?

The world of Arisnam is just a "playground" created by the "protoss"!The so-called "Gods" are neither the "inherent gods" or "ancient gods" who were born at the beginning of the world conceived by the great circulation, nor the "foreign gods" or "quality gods" from the star world and distant foreign lands, but the group of self-proclaimed "Player" adventurers!

The so-called "players" are the true creators of this world. In their mouths, even the "Great Gyre" and the Arisnam that it bred is just a relatively new one among the many creations of the protoss "game company"!In the world where the 'players' come, there are thousands of "game companies" big and small that create the world!

Compared with them, what is the great gyre that is vast and boundless?

The footsteps of the "true gods" have never stopped. They keep creating the world and travel, explore, and adjust the balance of the world in the world they created. When the new world develops mature and stable, they will learn from the experience of creation , left one after another to create and explore the next even greater game world!

Who still doesn't understand why after the death of the native life, the soul returns to the great circulation, undergoes washing, and restarts the lost memory of the past life, while the "adventurers" only suffer pitifully small soul damage after death, and quickly recover their strength ?Just because the adventurers do not belong to this world at all, what each native life sees is nothing but the divine "projection" of the gods in the new world like the stars in the sky!

The intelligent beings in Arisnam have begun to understand that the real gods never need to have three heads and six arms, let alone the power to move mountains and fill seas, or even behave better and stronger than you... those countless "refugees" "The "players" whose identities came to this world and grew rapidly are the best examples!

And now... a lad from the Hawkwing proposed to the goddess who walked the land of Erisnam.

"You already know that she is a god, and you yourself are not even real in her eyes... Do you still insist on proposing to her?" Mu Ning asked again.

"...I..." The young man who was about the same height as Mu Ning was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head: "I was very happy when I succeeded in advancing, and I just wanted to tell her the good news quickly. She will be happy for me too, with a nice smile..." He pushed aside the snow with his feet a little awkwardly: "I like her, I can feel that she likes me too, I want to protect her, I want to be with her forever How nice she is together."

"I wanted to know more about her, so I went to find someone with more wisdom. She reached the white grade earlier and knew a lot more than me..." The young man took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "I Only then did I realize that everything was different from what I thought, she is...'the player'." The 'player' in the young man's mouth refers to a kind of person who is detached from the mortal gods of Arisnam, and even detached from the law and the great circulation. , a terrifying existence that directly reaches the level of the Creator.

"But you still proposed to her." Mu Ning remained expressionless.

"I've thought about it for a long time, maybe the world of Arisnam is fake, the kingdoms of the Eagle Wings are fake, and so am I." The young man stared blankly at the scarlet light in his hand that was slowly disappearing into the air The blood feather in the middle looked directly into Mu Ning's eyes, and there was a palpitating stubbornness in his eyes: "But my love for her is true."

"Even if she will leave Arisnam with other compatriots one day and go to the next world?" Mu Ning raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." The eagle-winged man nodded firmly.

The clumsy confession made the bride who was hiding behind the branches not far away cry silently in the snow, happy and desolate.

"Still coming out?" Mu Ning shouted at the branches not far away with a smile on his face, "Your husband's blood feathers are about to disperse! Do you want him to be a bachelor for the rest of his life?"

The bride in a white gauze dress stepped on the snow with red eyes, looked at the lover who passed the blood feather in his hand to her, laughed through tears, ran to pinch the blood feather, a red star burst out, enveloped the tightly embraced lover.

"Well, excuse me, you young couple," Mu Ning asked the Eagle Wing guy, "Who told you about 'creation' and 'advent'?"

Mu Ning vaguely knew that the npcs had come up with their own set of explanations about the player's identity and origin through the player's interpretation of Arisnam, but this set was different from what he had heard before, and the time was much earlier , he now suspects that the npc who proposed this theory came from Emerald City.After all, the emerald city npcs form their own system with the players, and rarely communicate with outside npcs. The eagle wing guy should have heard it from his own population.

"It's Miss Oona."

"Hey!" Mu Ning's face was strange: "That guy is only a white grade. Although he is smart, he can't be that good?" Putting together more than a dozen white grades may not be able to come up with this seemingly logical theory.

"I only know that she said it was told by a ghost who has been exiled, and I don't know anything else." The eagle-winged man is now full of happiness, and he doesn't know how to thank his beloved king, so he knows everything and says everything. do.

"Oh." Mu Ning nodded numbly.

It was Vachado who first noticed the "truth".