Not the life of this world, but an orc!

Even when he heard this sentence, Veron had some vague guesses, but now he was still a little annoyed. He suppressed his anger and asked, "This orc is very powerful?"

"Then it depends on how to compare," said Tasadam, who had just given up his concerns and spread out his words: "For ordinary life, he is extremely powerful; but for me, the weak are not worth mentioning."

"Then is the help of this orc behind it?"

Weiren asked again: "Even if it is just a mere passage, it means that he is not a person without his feet."

"The master is not considered an enemy, it's just an enemy, and that person does not have the ability to break through the world barrier!"

Not yet, Villen frowned and asked again, "That's the orc who carries a strange treasure on his body can protect his soul from the erasure of the space-time barrier?"

"I'm sorry, this orc came to our world naked, and he couldn't find anything that could be called a treasure from the inside out!"

"Then how did he come to this world?!"

Villen was angry and asked angrily: "This is your world Tasadam. It should be safe and reliable, and it should be kept out of all outsiders! But now you see what it has become? Does the public toilet? Whoever wants to come can come?"

Looking at the furious Viren, Tasadam looked calm and the atmosphere in the room became more depressing. At this time, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open with force: "Sir Prophet, we heard strange sounds in the room..."

"Get out!"

After almost scanning the situation inside the room, Nubodon lowered his head and closed the door. He was not as aggrieved as he seemed, but he was a little curious: It's strange, what is consultant Mzdono reporting on, which actually makes the Prophet so angry?

After Nubodon's interruption, the originally solidified atmosphere was loosened a little. Villen calmed down a little, but heard Tasadam say quietly: "Yes, this is 'My' world!"

Mzdono only felt his scalp numb at this moment. He didn't even dare to breathe heavily, for fear of accidentally attracting attention. He felt even more aggrieved in his heart: What do you think is this? You two big guys argued with each other, but let me, a little shrimp, stand by and watch. I'll let it go. We want to live a few more years, please let it go...

Villen smiled, and he smiled in anger and said coldly with his eyes: "Yes, yes, yes, I forgot that this is your world, I am just a trivial passerby!"

He lowered his head and signed the name in the consent column, and Villen threw it to Mzdono: "Pick up this thing now and get out of here!"

Hurryingly picked up the documents, Mzdono was overjoyed and was about to escape, but heard Viren say again behind him: "Only this time, the next time will not be so easy!"

No matter how the outside world changes, the world of consciousness always remains unmoved. Weilun, who entered the world of consciousness, looked at the savory tree that soared into the sky, his eyes drifting, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"You rarely come to me, what happened?"

Since Linglong Boy returned from serious injury last time and released part of the soul in Veron's body, this is the first time he appeared in the space of consciousness. Linglong Boy was very sure that the other party had encountered a problem, otherwise he would never have come.

"I..." Weiren hesitated and then reacted in confusion: "Don't you know?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have a voyeurism and am not interested in always paying attention to you."

Wayne didn't know whether he was not interested or could not do it. He didn't know whether he was secretly gone. Linglong boy passed away mysteriously for many years, but suddenly came back without saying hello, and was seriously injured. What did he do? What was he injured? All this was a mystery.

There is no way to know the answer. Linglong boy has too many secrets. Even today he is unwilling to reveal even a little of them. These questions flashed through his mind, and Veron told the story of his life today.

"I don't understand why Tasadam did this. This is her world, but this does not mean that she can do whatever she wants. If she continues to do this, the world will be over sooner or later!"

"But what does this have to do with you?"

Linglong Boy asked back: "You are just a passerby, and even if this world is over, it will not be affected. Why should you care about this issue?"

Yes, why? Confusion flashed in Velen's eyes, and soon he found the answer, an explanation that he thought was reasonable: "Don't forget the contract, we signed a contract with Tasadam across the mother river!"

"Contract?" Linglong boy suddenly burst into laughter. In Weilun's dissatisfied gaze, he put away his smile and said lightly: "Forget the contract, that thing has been a cover from the beginning!"

Weiren was shocked and before he could ask, Linglong Boy said again: "The Mother River Contract is incredibly binding on Tasadam and these worlds, but this does not mean that it will work the same for you and me!"

"What's the meaning?"

"Don't you understand?"

After glanced at Weiren, Linglong Boy suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "How does it feel to bite you by mosquitoes?"

Weiren felt inexplicably, and after thinking about it, he hesitated and replied: "If I were just a mortal in a certain world in my previous life, I would feel a little pain; but if I were in my current identity, as long as the mosquitoes get close to a certain distance, they would be torn to pieces by magic."

"The Mother River is the pitiful mosquito. The backlash of the Mother River contract is equivalent to being bitten, it doesn't hurt or itchy, and it may not even be felt!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Why is it impossible?"

Linglong Boy asked back, and the truth was a little difficult for Weiren to accept. It was the Mother River Contract, a Mother River Contract that even the world dared not easily violated, but when it came to Linglong Boy, it became insignificant. The impact was too great. With his understanding, he could not believe this fact from the bottom of his heart.

"The world is different. You may not understand some things after I say. You only need to know that no matter the world you have experienced before or the mother river world, these worlds are not worth mentioning from the beginning. They are not worthy of your nostalgia, nor are they worthy of your awe.

After all, they are just a scenery you see during your journey, just like wild flowers and weeds on the roadside. Only when you recall the past will you accidentally come out of the depths of your memory, and you may not even bring a trace of sigh!"

Veron was silent. He didn't know what to say. The arrogance in Linglong's boy's words was not concealed at all, which was obvious at a glance. Because of this, he felt even more uneasy in his heart. What kind of existence is that he regards a world as wild flowers and weeds on the roadside, and he looks down on it from the bottom of his heart?

"You actually have the answer in your heart,"

Weiren's level is too low, so-called Xia Clock cannot speak to you. He can't understand some things even if he says it, and even thinks about it and causes unnecessary trouble. Linglong Boy is too lazy to say more and brings back the topic: "It's just that he doesn't want to admit it!"

"What's the answer? Why don't I know?!"

"Is that right?" Linglong boy looked at the denied Viren. He was a little bored with this question. He no longer cared about Viren's feelings and exposed it mercilessly: "Whether you want to admit it or not, the body you occupy is a Draenei, and you represent the interests of the entire Draenei!

And what about Tasadam? She is the embodiment of the will of this world, and what she does is ultimately for this world!

The Draenei are just a small group of lives in this world, and they can't even be called powerful. If it weren't for you, would Tasadam pay attention to the Draenei? She probably won't even look at her right away!"

"This is reality!"

Linglong boy stood up, and a phoenix with colorful wings passed through the sky. When it fell, it turned into a bird. The flames on its body were invisible. Only when it tried hard to stare seriously would you see a trace of red flashing through the feathers.

"The conflict between you is just a relationship of interest after all! Different positions will be different, and the problems you see will be different!

Tasadam represents the world. She can sacrifice anything for the world, not to mention the insignificant Draenei, if necessary, she can even sacrifice herself!"

"And you!"

The boy Linglong turned around, and the phoenix on his shoulder looked at Velen curiously, then waved his wings and flew to his head, moved his butt slightly, found the most comfortable position to stay.

"Young man, I have to give you a piece of advice. You can do it, don't be so heartless. Be careful of the joy you are now and take the list in the future! Okay, that's all, I won't say anything else!"

Let the phoenix build a nest above your head, Viren felt nothing to say, and his thoughts kept fighting. Finally, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What about me? You or the person behind you, what are you doing all this for?"

Since Weiren entered the space of consciousness, Linglong Boy looked at him for the first time. Since he had spoken, Weiren simply asked questions that had already been depressed in his heart: "Firstly he created me, but he took me through various worlds, allowing me to do whatever he wanted, but finally cruelly recast my soul over and over again and again!"

Villen's expression became more and more ferocious, and he roared wildly: "What do you want to do? What do you think I am? A doll that can be played with at will? Linglong boy, I have had enough of your foolings, and I must get the answer today!"

This time it was Linglong's turn and didn't know what to say. He remained silent, but took the opportunity to quickly communicate with someone in the hope of getting instructions.

After ejaculation, Weiren felt deeply regretful. It was very pleasant to ejaculate, but this behavior was really unwise. It would be fine if Linglong Boy or the existence behind him didn't care. If he cared, the ending could be expected, and his soul would inevitably be washed away and recast again.

Thinking about the consequences, Weiren only felt endless sadness in his heart. The greatest sorrow of intelligent life is that he cannot get freedom. What is even more unacceptable is that he lives in a false sense. If his soul is recast again, perhaps Linglong boy will never let go of his imprisonment again, then he will spend his life in a daze like a puppet.

Thinking of this, Weiren became more and more nervous. He had to muster up the courage and keep cheering himself up: If he couldn't even get death, what else could he expect?

After a long time, Linglong Boy finally spoke. Weiren was shocked, but he heard the other party say, "I don't know some things, and I can't say some things!"

What is this bullshit answer! Weiren's face was extremely blue. Linglong boy sighed deeply and said with a tired look on his face: "This is your fate, and it is also my fate. You and I are on the same boat. I have a little more than you know, but it is limited to this. In the end, we are still grasshoppers on the same rope, and no one can live alone!"

"Fate?" Weiren smiled and said, "Do you call this fate?"

"That's right, whether you want to accept it or not, this is fate!"

"If this is fate, then what am I? What are you?"

"You are the carp that is favored by fate. Once you jump over the Dragon Gate, you become a divine dragon above the nine heavens; as for me, I am just a magic weapon, as humble as an ant, and what you most desire is to become a 'human'!"

"Are you a chess piece?" Villen thoughtfully.

"No!" Unexpectedly, Linglong boy shook his head and denied this speculation: "You look up to yourself now and look up to me. At best, we are just gravels everywhere on the roadside, and we don't even have the qualifications to become chess pieces!"
Chapter completed!