Forty Millenniums of Cultivation: The enemy of Iron Fist (sixty-one) lies

Gus bit his lip.

However, it is difficult to contain the trembling of the legs, and it is even more difficult to control the waves of urgency.

No matter how many Fist King bad words Lu Qingchen told him, how many truths about the world were revealed, and how much anger and hatred he had born.

When facing the creator of this world, the about a dozen-year-old boy, the legendary "Creative God" still has no way to control his urge to cry and worship.

He can only recall Lu Qingchen again and again.

Reminiscent of the devil's hippie smile, but fearless.

Recalling his father ’s tragic death, his mother was depressed, and she grew up. Because she was weak, she was not suitable for cultivation Iron Fist. The ridicule, ridicule and humiliation suffered.

If Fist King is really the creator of God, he will create and control everything.

So, the death of my father and mother, my own tragedy, and my sister ’s fall into steam were all arranged by Fist King.

Fist King is the culprit.

What qualifications do you have to pretend to be a ghost in front of yourself and look so magnificent?

Thinking about this, the young man uses an inch of rising anger and a little bit of growing hatred to condense into bones and armor to help himself stand tall and glared in front of the legendary "god".

"If Lu Qingchen is right-"

Guth thought, "So, the essence of the so-called Fist King is nothing more than a dumb robot. Under his iron sheet outer shell, it is not a bunch of everything in disorder data. With me, with my sister, with my parents, What is the difference with everyone in the boxing world?

"Everyone is a tangled body of data and information. What are the qualifications of Fist King to enjoy our worship and still decide our life and death? Why! It doesn't make sense!"

Guth took a deep breath and suddenly realized that his legs were not shaking and his urine was gone.

Miracle! This young man with no power of chickens could stand upright in front of Chuangshi God and growl: "I am not your child, I am the son of the first expert 'Glen' in Chijin Town! You are Fist King? Since you can lock me, it means that you have discovered the existence of the demon, what are you waiting for, destroy us-just like you have destroyed thousands of worlds! "

The opposite of the teenager looked like a magnificent and majestic giant like Lingxiao Baodian (Heavenly Palace Peak). It seemed that the teenager would have such determination and courage.

Fist King was silent for a long time, and suddenly fell short, as if squatting down in front of the teenager with honor.

"You are completely wrong, my child, do n’t believe the deception of Lu Qingchen-in the higher dimensional universe, he has always been known for his rhetoric and confusing person's heart, and there have been countless people who died in his lies. , Never awakened to death. "

Fist King said gently and sincerely, "No matter what he tells you, he is deceiving and using you. Even if he tells some of the truth, he will tear the truth into pieces, re-edit and splice it into him. The way you want it, and in the end, when you wake up and realize that you are just a chess piece that he is playing with, and he is betrayed by him, how do you get back when you want to go back? "

Gus froze.

Not all believe Fist King.

It was unexpected that the legendary "Fist of the Boxing", the power of anger, the power of Destroy the Heavens and Exterminate the Earth, was so gentle.

For Fist King, Gusmin is just a string of data, a dust, a ants.

Fist King sneezes, scattered ashes and dispersed smoke will be young.

He has absolutely no need to explain everything to Gus, not to mention it--even pretending, such a gentle attitude.

However, he just looks like a long-spoken and generous man. He is not like an unattainable God of Creation, but a very reliable uncle next door.

In the face of such Fist King, Gus was confused again, his lips trembling, but he did not know how to express his confusion.

"Do n’t worry, my child, I know you must have a lot of confusion in your heart."

Fist King said, "This is a special space I created. Lu Qingchen can't detect the existence of this place. I don't know that I'm communicating with you peer-to-peer. What are your problems? I know everything. "

The boy remained silent for a long time.

Still not willing to give up such a good opportunity.

"I want to know the truth of this world!"

Gus looked at the magnificent super giant in front of him, shouting, "The devil said, you have created countless virtual world including the world of boxing gods, just for cultivation and extracting the" human nature "of it, waiting until the purpose is completed , You will destroy these worlds and throw us away like squeezed dregs, is n’t it! "

"Yes, neither."

Fist King sighed, "This is the most brilliant and dangerous place of Lu Qingchen. He always tells half of the truth and half of the falsehood, even 90% of the truth and 10% of the falsehood. It makes me really hard for myself. Excuse.

"My child, I know this demon has eroded your heart for a long time, so you may have great hatred and deep prejudice against the world around you and even me. You won't believe anything I say.

"But I still want to explain to myself as much as possible-if you drew a picture on the beach; wrote a line of poetry on the book; carved some dolls in wood, named them and gave them With some rules, use them to play various games, there are no moral issues here, and you are not an evil devil, are you? "

Gus froze for a moment, without refuting.

"When you are bored, or have something else, you wipe off the paintings on the beach; smear the poems written on the books; remove the dolls, and turn them into completely new toys, 'Destroy' the world that doesn't already exist. What does this mean, that you are a decent hypocrite, a great devil with a heart of misfortune? "

Fist King said, "Guth, I do n’t believe you did n’t do anything similar when you were a kid-you did n’t crumple your own paintings, or throw away toys that were damaged by your play."

"This, how is this the same?"

Gus stared for a long time, shouting angrily, "The graffiti of children and the dolls carved in wood have no soul, but we have, I, sister, father and mother, living in the world of boxing gods and other virtual world People, we all have souls, and are living lives. How can you compare us with graffiti, dolls, and stories! "

“No, you do n’t have, or, most of you‘ people ’have neither life nor soul.”

Fist King said sadly, "I know this will make you very unacceptable, but I must tell you-in countless virtual world, 99.9999% of the virtual people are boring and can be seen through at a glance The program, their joys, sorrows, love, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, but only the changes in the permutation and combination extracted from random in the database, they were doomed before they were 'born'.

"Like you, there are very few individuals with‘ random mutation ’, comparable to is rare.”