Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 123: Diary

Fang Xian is a bit panic!

　　

　　 Because he found that he could not sense his body.

　　

　　 itself can only exist in the form of Primordial Spirit, and this new world seems strange.

　　

　　 tired!

　　

　　 Tired!

　　

　　 Even if I just turned my thoughts, I became tired.

　　

　　 "I... in the last world, I swallowed the samsara disk forcibly and escaped under the punishment..."

　　

　　 "It seems that there is a sequelae?"

　　

　　 "But... as long as the samsara disk is still there, you earn it... Attribute Column has swallowed the samsara disk, what has changed?"

　　

　　At this point, a light curtain appeared in his mind, and other data was hazy. Only a mark made by a small samsara disk sent a message.

　　

　　 "Can be active samsara... just need time to accumulate power..."

　　

　　 "An innate Lingbao, I changed the option to traverse actively? Attribute Column you pit me..."

　　

　　 "I am already in the new world? What is going on in this world?"

　　

　　Fang Xian found himself getting more and more tired, as if returning to staying up late in the previous game, he was dark and fainted.

　　

　　……

　　

　　 In the dark, I don’t know how long it has passed, and Fang Xian’s consciousness has come back to life again.

　　

　　 "My Primordial Spirit is still... but why is it so weak? Could it be that the rules of the world are different? This world... is not suitable for the East Fang Xian Road?"

　　

　　 This Fang Xian is a bit psychologically prepared.

　　

　　Although the world does not admit it, he can’t practice longevity with Primordial Spirit, but at least it greatly increases the life span of the soul of ordinary people, and can support more samsara.

　　

　　 Otherwise, after such a long period of time, his soul is afraid to reach the life limit, then it is not a problem that can be solved by changing the body.

　　

　　 "Just... where am I?"

　　

　　 While still awake, Fang Xian began to explore the darkness around him.

　　

After a long time, his consciousness found boundaries around him, as if he was in a dark cage.

　　

　　"Huh?"

　　

　　 There are a few lines of text in the dark corners.

　　

　　 "...I can't understand it! Is the language of a different world?"

　　

　　Fang Xian just wanted to study, the feeling of drowsiness reappeared and made him fall asleep...

　　

　　……

　　

　　I don’t know how long it has been in the past, Fang Xian wakes up and finds that that kind of world has already occupied half of the space.

　　

　　 "Damn... how to crack a brand new language?"

　　

　　He is a little crazy.

　　

　　 It was at this moment that I suddenly found a whole new line of writing that was forming.

　　

　　Although he didn’t know the strokes, Fang Xian spread his power of Primordial Spirit without hesitation.

　　

　　 Through that stroke, he seemed to sense something.

　　

　　 One word fell, he seemed to see the warm and warm sunshine.

　　

　　 "Sun!"

　　

　　 "The word just dropped means "sun" or "sunny"!"

　　

　　 "Is someone writing? I sensed the emotion of the person writing through this stroke, which is equivalent to him or her teaching me to recognize..."

　　

When everyone writes, the corresponding meaning will come to mind.

　　

　　 and Fang Xian is through its own Primordial Spirit induction, you can feel that kind of image vaguely, and even guessed the meaning of these different words.

　　

　　 "It’s just... so tired..."

　　

After learning a few words that do not know true or false, Fang Xian fell asleep again.

　　

I don’t know how long it has been since such a round-about day.

　　

　　……

　　

　　"Huh?"

　　

　　 Finally, Fang Xian did not know how long he slept, but in the dim, he felt a trickle and poured into his Primordial Spirit.

　　

　　He woke up and felt that the state of Primordial Spirit was unprecedentedly better, much better than the previous few times, and his thoughts turned quickly.

　　

　　 It was at this time that another text was formed in the dark space.

　　

　　 "I saw the dark clouds...Is it cloudy or raining?"

　　

　　 "Death... Withering..."

　　

　　 "Friends..."

　　

　　Fang Xian has learned a lot of words before, by this time, it can be almost integrated, and began to interpret the previous text, that different text, at this time in his eyes, most of them can already understand:

　　

　　……

　　

　　 "On the 13th, Sunny...go to school, chat with...,...a very cheerful girl, I think I am in love with her..."

　　

　　 "On the 17th, it's overcast... on vacation, go with... to... lake fishing, that fish is delicious..."

　　

　　 The latest line of text is still emerging:

　　

　　 "...It rains, it’s uncomfortable,... I’m dead, I went to the funeral...I hope... I like that bunch of daisies...Life is so short and sad..."

　　

　　……

　　

　　 Those omitted words are either Fang Xian inaccurate meaning or simply a person's name, because when touching, he always has several different faces in Primordial Spirit.

　　

　　 High nose bridge, brown eyes, seems to be a mixed race... The only thing worth comforting is still a human world.

　　

　　 "Mommy...I was reincarnated as a diary? Or...a living, no, notebook with "alive" characteristics? Was used to write a diary..."

　　

　　Fang Xian perceives a terrible truth: "And...I am temporarily unable to resist?"

　　

　　 Fortunately, his heart is tough, the Primordial Spirit is strong, and he has not collapsed. After a while, he accepted the reality.

　　

　　 "It becomes a notebook, there is no way to do it, but...can't act autonomously, it's helpless... there is a big crisis..."

　　

　　He looked at this dark space and found that it was almost filled with diaries.

　　

　　 "If I am used to write a diary, as a notebook, there must be a number of pages, even if it is thick, there will be a day of writing... At that time, it will either be locked up and no new messages will be received. , Or was sold waste paper, used to destroy and remodel... Then wouldn’t I just die like this?"

　　

　　If Attribute Column had not saved enough energy for samsara before being ‘processed’, maybe he was really dead!

　　

　　 "No, it can't be like this!"

　　

　　Fang Xian gritted his teeth: "What should I do? Maybe... you can try it."

　　

　　 He looked to the diary in the first few pages, the power of Primordial Spirit spread up~IndoMTL.com~ wanted to erase a punctuation mark.

　　

　　 It was a diary a long time ago. Even if the original owner went to see it in person, he or she may not remember whether there are multiple punctuation marks.

　　

　　 As a result, his power easily erased the punctuation.

　　

　　 "Well... It seems that if I want, I can swallow the traces of the text at any time and turn it into blank paper again, letting people write to the sky...and even..."

　　

　　The power of his Primordial Spirit was slightly modified, and he changed one word to another.

　　

　　 "Sure enough... I can not only erase the writing, but also actively reveal some information... Well, how does it feel similar to the Devil of a certain surname?"

　　

　　 "But this way... at least I can communicate with the owner of the notebook, no... if I find out that my notebook can actually write and respond, I will probably lose it, or hide it, or try to destroy it... this Very uninsured..."

　　

　　Fang Xian has no way at all.

　　

　　This time his consciousness lasted a long time, and he saw several new diaries.

　　

　　 Suddenly, one day, Fang Xian felt that the space was shaking, and several diaries were torn apart from the darkness they belonged to.

　　

　　 "No, those few articles are... That man wrote some small secret diaries, will he destroy them?"

　　

　　 "Mom, this is tearing my book pages!"

　　

　　 "When a diary is so miserable, it's a disaster!"

　　

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