Silent Crown Chapter 826: Ye Xuan

Kick, click, click, click...

Ye Qingxuan heard a crisp voice echoing in the void.

The rainbow light flows, like countless mirrors colliding with each other, shattering, and reflecting the broken neon. The sky and the earth seem to be turned into a kaleidoscope, so gorgeous that people cannot look directly at it.

Also uncomfortably lonely.

"Are you awake?"

He heard a peaceful voice.

I raised my head blankly, only to see a fuzzy back, hidden in the scattered light.

"Where is this?"

"The partition of the central core is independent and the part other than the three sages. It is an original silicon crystal server created by humans. The name is called'Neanderthal', which means the boundary between man and beast."

The man turned around, looked at him, and smiled: "Are you Lan Zhou's child? I know you, and you should know me too."

Ye Qingxuan has seen that face countless times.

When opening the door of musicians.

When lighting Ye's scepter.

In a dream.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly, "Are you... Ye Xuan?"

"For the time being."

The figure responded vaguely, got up, and walked towards Ye Qingxuan.

As if there is no distance, a few short steps appeared in front of him.

Ye Xuan is right.

As I remember, he was dressed in black, with white hair like snow, with an outline that looked familiar, and a kind of...indelible loneliness.

In his hand, he was holding a weird thing that looked like a three-ring nested lock, which kept rotating with the movement of his fingers.

"Are you still alive?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, then frowned: "No, you turned yourself into a natural disaster?"

"Um...you mean to create a fixed sound field to program the ether and upload the consciousness?" What did Ye Huan think? "

Ye Qingxuan looked at him: "Why did human beings become what they are now?"

"A lot of things have happened, such as'war'."

Ye Xuan shrugged, "As a result, human beings got the earth and the future as they wished, but at the cost of losing the past and the sky.

It's ridiculous, right? Obviously, there is an infinite universe that can demonstrate the free will that mankind is proud of, but in the end, mankind chose to get into a box that made him feel at ease. "

Speaking of this, he retracted his gaze from above the sky and stretched out his hand to Ye Qingxuan: "Is there any smoke?"

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands, his hands empty.

He doesn't even know whether this is his brain or the central core, so naturally it is impossible to bring a pack of cigarettes in.

"Just imagine." Ye Xuan asked: "Which brand are you used to?"

It's stuck.

An iron box appeared in Ye Qingxuan's hands out of thin air.

Ye Xuan smiled.

"Thank you."

Just like this, I took the box from Ye Qingxuan's hand, opened it eagerly, lit it, took a deep breath, and laughed bitterly:

"After such a long period of time, have you even forgotten the smell of the cigarette? Or do I have a wrong impression? It always feels weird to smoke.

By the way, even if you are dead, you can't let go of this sustenance of nicotine. It's really sad, right?

By the way, you know Hermes well, right? "

Ye Xuan flicked the soot, and suddenly asked: "Did he suffer when he died?"

"No, I am smiling."

Ye Qingxuan replied: "Laughing very enviably."

"Really?"

Ye Huan sighed and shrugged: "After that guy became a natural disaster, he can be said to be the most rebellious one. Before I uploaded it, I saw him once and was completely shocked. I can't recognize it anymore.

——Rejects the past, and then starts a new career according to what I call aesthetics, that looks like my own way...It's just like a human being.

I also became a human being. He is so happy, but Peter is so painful. Sure enough, what has been neglected by me? "

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

"What's the matter? A preoccupied look?"

As if to penetrate the restlessness and anxiety in his heart, Ye Xuan flicked off the ashes and asked softly, "Is there anything I want to say? Don't worry, I won't be angry whether it's questioning or complaining.

Anyway, it is right for future generations to complain about my irresponsible ancestors. Don't worry, as compensation, I can answer you no matter what the problem is. "

In silence, Ye Qingxuan shook his head.

"I should go now."

He took a step back and looked at Ye Xuan in front of him: "Sorry, I know this is the last celestial heritage or something-but I can't stay here anymore."

He said, "I still have very important things to do."

Ye Huan was stunned.

As a faint streamer flashed through his eyes, his expression became abrupt.

"That's it."

He nodded: "I see."

Speaking, Ye Xuan pointed behind Ye Qingxuan.

There, the outline of a door emerges abruptly.

"But before that, Ye Qingxuan, there is one thing I need to remind you,"

Ye Huan re-ignited a cigarette, repeating this meaningless action in the world of nothingness, as if he could regain the sense of being a human being, with a happy smile.

In other words, with a certain evil taste of seeing people suffer.

So familiar.

"Although it looks similar to the real world, it is a virtual sandbox after all. In other words, you are essentially a piece of code running in the data layer of the central core.

After passing through there, you will be able to enter the true logical layer of the central core. Now the central core and the great source are connected at one place-Bai Xi's consciousness should be there.

However, the Eastern Prince is faster than you. You can only cut corners before you can get to him.

Shortcuts are not safe.

I don’t know how much computing power and authority the Eastern Prince has regained. If the firewall is also lost, you may be killed by the self-regulatory program as a virus the moment you enter.

At the same time, all your brain cells will be forcibly formatted, and your brain will be burned into a pot of porridge. "

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes examined:

"——Even so, are you planning to find Bai Xi?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled and pointed to his head: "Since you can read my memory, then stop asking meaningless questions."

"That's good."

Ye Huan smoked a cigarette and laughed softly: "You have accomplished your mission very well, Ye Qingxuan~IndoMTL.com~Anyway, the mission of every generation of Ye's is just to come in and chat with me. "

Speaking, he took something off his neck and threw it to Ye Qingxuan.

"Go ahead."

He said, "Go and do what you should do."

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously used it, saw what was in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and then turned around and ran towards the door.

Only the moment he opened the door, he hesitated and looked back at Ye Huan.

Ye Huan still stood there.

Turn his back to him, silently looking up at the flowing sky.

For hundreds of years, he stayed here, waiting for each generation of inheritors to come and go.

It's like waiting until the end of time and the future.

From start to finish, I'm one person.

Lonely is like being abandoned by the whole world.

"Hey, Ye Xuan!"

He stopped and shouted to the back figure: "What happened to you and the grandson?"

This is his only problem.

Not in the past, not in the past, but in the corner of the grand repertoire of the past, the silent woman, who used to push him into the cabin in desperation.

She likes you, you know.

But where did she go?

Why would you stay here alone?

What happened?

"Nothing happened, Ye Qingxuan."

Ye Xuan turned his back to him, hiding his expression where he could not see, but lowered his head, "I was seriously injured when the immigration ship fell and I slept for 40 years."

He said, "She waited for me for a long time, but she didn't wait until that day."

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

Glanced at him one last time, remembering that lonely figure.

The door is closed.

In the silent world, Ye Huan raised his head and sighed softly: "Go, Ye Qingxuan, don't let her wait too long."

"Don't be like me..."