Ark, they don't revolve around you

Thus, that existence breaks away from the consciousness of the year and thereby gains the power of life.

The eldest brother answered the question "Who am I" with martial arts, the second brother was careful in calculations and answered the question with "learning", and the third sister proved her way with freedom.

And so on.

So they are part of the year, but not all of the year, and at the beginning of their birth, their existence is incomplete, and they may return to the darkness of the year at any time.

Jie was born.

Jie gave his family members real names, Shuo, Ling, Nian and Xi, and in this way, they finally gradually escaped from the attraction of chaos.

After Jie failed in his rebellion against Sui, the remaining eleven pieces of Sui returned to Sui's body one after another. What Zhuang Ning had to do was to differentiate them out again to weaken Sui to the maximum extent.

This was not the first time he had done this. In the world simulated by the system, he had completely degraded Sui to a mortal and made him his puppet.

Come one by one.

It does take a lot of energy to give these troublesome guys a new life, but fortunately, time is the least valuable thing in this chaos.

When Zhuang Ning saw the first ray of light, he felt something in his heart: this was Xi.

Let’s start from sunset.

Zhuang Ning immersed his consciousness in it.

After a moment, there was a sneer. As the master, Sui saw through Zhuang Ning's thoughts, but he still felt that this man was too arrogant.

Just like the way Sui treated Ling back then, Zhuang Ning completely gave up on himself.

At this moment, the years can also wantonly influence the spiritual world of these old films.

Zhuang Ning wanted her to surrender, and she also wanted to make Zhuang Ning truly surrender on this battlefield!

If Zhuang Ning heard this, he would probably feel that he and the Sui Beast really had a telepathic connection.

This is what is called two-way running.

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Snowing.

Xi put down her paintbrush and looked out the window quietly.

It rarely snows in the south of the Yangtze River, but this winter was bitterly cold, and Xi huddled up.

It was nice weather and the snow scene provided her with inspiration, but she was not as happy as usual.

A woman walked over and put her hand on Yu Xi's shoulder: "This winter is a little colder. Many people may die."

Xi nodded and looked at her "mother", who still had a gentle smile on her face.

"Did Zhuang Ning come to see you today?"

"not yet."

Hatred flashed in Xi's eyes: "No, but that lunatic will come sooner or later. Mom, shall we move out?"

Zhuang Ning is a new storyteller in town. He is a good storyteller. Xi initially likes listening to him very much.

For example, in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he talked about the Battle of Red Cliff, where Cao Cao was defeated by Zhou Lang and Zhuge Liang, which was particularly interesting.

But Zhuang Ning was not in a good mood. One day, he suddenly took Xi's hand and murmured, "Miss, I think you and I are destined to be together. Why don't we have a chat?"

Then he suddenly started telling some stories, about how Xi was the youngest sister, and she had ten older brothers and sisters and a younger brother, and how her paintbrush was so powerful that it could create a world of its own.

It's all nonsense.

Xi has lived in this town for a long time. He only has a mother. He has never heard that he has any brothers or sisters, nor has he heard that he has a younger brother who cooks delicious food.

As for the magical paintbrush, Xi felt that the storyteller Zhuang Ning must have a hole in his brain. He told the story so many times that he began to believe it.

Xi wanted to just laugh it off, but seeing that he didn't believe it, Zhuang Ning stopped talking and the two became friends again.

Xiyuan was very satisfied at first. The two of them could talk about anything and she really thought she had a close friend to whom she could confide her true feelings.

Until one day, that man stood at Xi's door and said that her mother wanted to do something bad to her.

His expression was very serious, but Ke Xi just chuckled: "That's my mother."

"But you don't actually exist." Zhuang Ning emphasized coldly.

Xi didn't care.

But later this man even wanted to attack his own mother, which touched Xi's sore spot. Xi was very angry and drove him away with a broom.

Later, the man came to her several times, each time more anxious than the last, as if her mother really wanted to harm her. Xi became more and more depressed, thinking that the man was really crazy.

So it’s better to move away and never see that person again.

"Moving away?" Mother nodded and smiled, "That Zhuang Ning must not be a good person."

"But, Xi, don't you still have friends in the academy? If you leave, they will be very upset, right?"

Xi's expression froze and he nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, how could he have any friends?

Just at this moment, there was a slight noise at the door. Xi reacted quickly and realized that the storyteller was here again.

Xi became more and more irritated, and she felt nameless anger in her heart when she looked at that person. She originally thought that this person was a gentleman, but it turned out that he was a complete lunatic.

The doorbell kept ringing. Xi couldn't bear it anymore and walked in quickly.

When she opened the door, it was Zhuang Ning as she expected. The man was wearing a long robe and had snow on his body. He must have been standing there for a long time, as his fingertips were frozen red.

He said, "Xi."

"Go away, I don't want to see you!"

But the man didn't give her any explanation, he grabbed her hand, and said with a hint of toughness in his tone: "No."

"roll!"

She shouted angrily.

Zhuang Ning could only plead: "Why don't you believe me?"

There was a dripping sound coming from somewhere, like ink splashing, and a gentle-looking animal rushed over and rammed into Zhuang Ning hard.

Zhuang Ning fell to the ground.

Looking at his miserable appearance, Xi gradually smiled. She thought that this was right. It was indeed necessary to use more necessary means to deal with a madman.

Zhuang Ning left in embarrassment.

Before leaving, he looked back at Xi for the last time, and his eyes told Xi that he did not lie to her.

Xi snorted coldly, closed the door and refused to see him again.

Chapter 8 He is cheating on you (k)

After the door slammed shut, "Zhuang Ning" walked away in a daze.

No one noticed that in the corner there was a pair of eyes staring at him, intently, as if sinking into a pool of water.

The man hid in the darkness and walked out quietly after making sure there was no one around.

It turned out to be Zhuang Ning. He had just watched another good show. Looking at "himself" dressed up by the storyteller, he looked as miserable as a dog.

"I see."

Although it was quite different from what he had expected, Zhuang Ning roughly guessed the whole story in just a few seconds.

There is no doubt that this is a closed world. Judging from the reaction just now, Xi is not in a right state.

Perhaps Xi's malice was induced by Sui. This was in his body, and his will was enough to penetrate a mere Sui.

Sui undoubtedly wants to destroy the fragments of herself, and as Xi's self-preservation mechanism, she outlines "Zhuang Ning" as the one who protects her.

This is just a guess, but in theory it is the most reasonable explanation.

Zhuang Ning couldn't jump to conclusions. After all, he had just arrived and knew nothing.

The wind and snow were blowing, the sky was gradually darkening, and the night was like a giant beast.

The storyteller "Zhuang Ning" turned his eyes silently and saw from afar the man who was shrouded in black clothes and a hood.

A feeling of throbbing began to arise in his heart, and he waved towards Zhuang Ning as if possessed by a ghost.

Zhuang Ning was stunned, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally raised his hand and waved gently.

Although there is no evidence.

But this stupid and embarrassed Zhuang Ning is most likely Xi's subconscious self-protection mechanism.

But he was alone and could do nothing but feel helpless and furious.

Is this how I look in her eyes?

Zhuang Ning was dissatisfied and felt that he was too lax. If he had noticed someone watching him from behind, he would not have waved his hand but would have silently raised the safety catch of the gun.

Zhuang Ning concealed his disdain, walked slowly, and looked into Xi's heart.

This world is like a beautiful painting, but no matter how beautiful it is, it is fake after all, and he has to find the source.

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"Guest, are you talking about the mother and daughter who live on Huiqi Mountain? They probably moved here a few years ago."

The hot steam rose up, and in the quiet teahouse, the old man smiled.

His clothes and appearance were quite simple, even very much from the last century.

Zhuang Ning secretly determined that this world was in the pre-electrical age, with no base stations or electric wires, no notifications ringing in his ears all the time, an ancient and quiet place, far away from worldly disputes.

At that time, entertainment was not so developed and industry was not so powerful, so people did not have much entertainment. They just listened to commentary and watched plays.

Therefore, a storyteller was still quite popular. As the sun set, the teahouse was always crowded with people. You could order a cup of hot tea and listen to the speech by the storyteller on the stage.

Zhuang Ning was in the most remote corner. The old man was a passerby he brought over. Considering that this world was not real, these people were in a sense the construction of Xi's subconscious mind, and Zhuang Ning could get some information from them.

He pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and then asked, "They live alone, so where does their income come from?"

The old man was helpless: "How would I know what you are talking about? I am just a boss."