Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

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Question 1: As for still writing?

I don't want to write anymore.

When I wrote it, I thought, I will read it if I like it, and I will leave it if I don’t like it. It turns out that I am a little naive.

I remember a long time ago that there was a closing award for the book guest to finish with as many words as possible. Did I remember it wrong?Whether I remember correctly, now is the new book renewal award, which is about 500 yuan.

It is not for readers, dreams, and ideals that are so false and empty.

It is purely for the 500 yuan that should be obtained from the completion of this book, and I will write another one.

Question 2: Can it be written well?

Good luck, let's find a cute cover in Baidu pictures first, I won't say something like "it will be better written", how can it be so easy, most of these words are deceptive.

Question 3: What subject matter?

It may be to make trouble in the military history class, but ah, let's rest for a while, maybe a few days, and slow down.

Little readers can rest assured that even if a new book is published, it will never notify everyone immediately, so that everyone can have a quiet holiday, how wonderful.

Well, goodbye, sprinkle flowers, goodbye.

Chapter 1 Extra Story Across the Rose's Sleep

Transcending the slumber of roses...

I... arrived at the ultimate gate.

The scarred youth opened the door with a silver key.

The world behind the door slowly unfolded towards him.

The gorgeous and vast universe is as warm as a hot spring, and the passage of time and space has faded away the concept of existence in this divine realm.

One of the incarnations of the One Who Returns to Everything, the daughter of the concept of omniscience and omnipotence, a life outside the realm, an immemorial immortal... In a human posture, he uses a key-shaped weapon to divide the past and the future, and intercepts the present time.

The act of observing the world ended, and the girl's pupils fell on the youth who opened the door.

"Welcome, life outside the realm," she said.

The voice is ethereal, with a faint goodwill, it seems to be looking at the same kind, and it seems to be pity, pity for the silver door... an extremely weak undead who is trying to wander the world.

After the sublimation of history, Tai Ah, who has successfully advanced into a Noble Phantasm, lay quietly beside him.

The silver spoon fell off the young man's hand and fell into the universe, like a drop of water melted into a lake, and the ripples affected the vibration of the space.

"My world, now, is eligible to coexist with other world lines?" The young man raised his head and asked.

She nodded: "The concept of the Lostbelt has been erased... The connection with the pan-human history has been severed, and it has become a world line that does not affect each other. There is no reason for forced destruction."

"is it?"

The young man closed his eyes and laughed.

The space quieted down.

The universe turned into a huge silver-white space, and the door still stood behind the youth.

"Excuse me, do you need knowledge?"

The incarnation of the god with a keyhole-shaped black hole on his forehead asked softly.

"I need the knowledge to travel through the past, as a human being..."

The young man stood up, his broken body reluctantly relied on the stagnation of time to run like an old-fashioned machine driven by broken gears.

"Use the Silver Spoon."

The emotionless god was not surprised, nor did she reject it. Spreading knowledge was the mission given to her by the Father God. The key weapon in her hand was raised again, which meant that the medium of time and space, the silver key, was reunited.

"Life outside the realm, reusing the silver key will erase the blessing of the world for you, the body will grow old, get sick, and die in the true sense... It is no longer a wandering world, blessed by the world. Undead."

"The first emperor, the second emperor, the third emperor... After being awakened by the consciousness of the world, the century-long struggle with the pan-human history will also be completely erased."

"No one will know about your great deeds."

"Your war alone will not exist at any point in time."

"All your memories will be restarted, which is equivalent to death. There may be extremely small fragments and hazy good feelings that emerge from dreams."

"Perhaps, you can rely on fragments to become a human artist?"

The girl made a serious joke, paused, and then explained: "It is difficult to support the consumption of all the silver keys after abandoning all the human bodies."

"Therefore, in the true sense of time travel, it is impossible to determine the time back in the past. Maybe a year ago, maybe ten years ago, the omniscient and almighty Father God was sleeping forever. I can't use its power to burst the knowledge security of my brain. It pours into you, so the uncertainty rises again."

The young man smiled weakly: "It doesn't matter, it's already a good chance to embrace the chance to come again. As an undead, I just want to go home once."

The girl tilted her head and looked at the world being observed.

It's joy.

The beast that swallowed the seven continents and devoured the five oceans replaced the concept of death because someone gave up the crown, making eight hits with one sword.

The tree town of sipping its roots is beside the Mausoleum of the First Emperor and has become a timeless decoration.