Chapter 1041： Follow the nature, conform to nature, so it is called virtue! (1)

Time, rewind a few hours ago.

In the depths of the spiritual world, in a quiet and peaceful academy.

Under the bright sunshine, on the broad lawn, the sprinkler quivered and sprayed water. Under the refraction of the light, a rainbow bridge was erected. The streets were filled with all kinds of teenagers and girls, full of youthful breath.

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Under the shade of a luxuriant tree, the fat man with a wretched temperament narrowed his eyes and kept scanning the crowd.

"What the **** are you reading?" Lord, who was sitting next to him, was a little uncomfortable with those eyes, with a black question mark on his face.

"You don't know this?" The fat man gave him a contemptuous look, rubbed his double chin with his big hands, and said proudly, "Of course, let's check the health of contemporary female college students!"

"...cough cough cough!!"

Lord didn't spit it out, and almost choked himself to death.

"Looking at your unpromising appearance, what are you afraid of?" Fatty raised his hand and patted his friend's back, then smiled slyly: "I am not just lewd, but I want to study the topic of my graduation thesis, called contemporary women. Developmental research!"

His voice was not too small, and when he was heard by the students coming and going, they all cast glaring eyes.

But this fat man had an extremely thick face. Instead of being embarrassed, he stared at those people carelessly. As a result, the girls ran away shyly with flushed cheeks, and threw comments like "two stinky hooligans".

Looking at the gazes cast around him, Lorde could not wait to find a crack in the ground to get in.

At the same time, he began to think, why did he come with this fat man and squat under a tree to observe the development of contemporary women?

"Keep watching, I won't play with you anymore!"

Lord dropped a word, got up and patted his butt, and was about to leave.

He has more important things to do, and he has no time to accompany this **** fat man, observing female development here.

"Don't worry, it's too early for Sithone to devour you."

Unexpectedly, before Lord took two steps, the fat man's leisurely voice came from behind him: "Although the **** of the underworld originated from Sithone, it has long since belonged to that guy. It's no problem for you to delay it for a while. of."

Lord's footsteps stopped, and when he turned back, his eyes surging coldly: "Who are you?!"

"I?"

Fatty pointed at himself, smiled, and said, "You don't even know who you are, what's the point of asking me who I am?"

"Is this the illusion you created?" Lord looked around vigilantly and asked coldly. At the same time, his muscles were tense, ready to fight at any time.

"I don't have the patience..."

Fatty said slowly, dragging his cheeks with one hand, and looked at him with a half-smile: "This is your spiritual world, and no one can control it except you."

"What's your purpose?"

Lord deliberately kept his distance, even though the person in front of him was his bad friend, but...that was just false after all.

"This sentence, you should not ask me, but ask yourself."

Fatty shook his head and said regretfully: "It's not that I have any purpose, but the reason why you are here is because you are confused, you have forgotten your past, and you have forgotten the most important things."

"It's ridiculous, what did I forget?"

Lorde laughed angrily, and asked loudly, "You should say it!"

"Then tell me, what's your name?"

The fat man ignored his anger, slowly got up from the lawn, and walked towards him step by step, saying word by word.

"I..." Lord said halfway through, but the whole person was suddenly stunned.

"I can't say it, right?" Fatty came to the front, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, stared at him seriously, and said, "Lord Carl, is it your name or his name?"

"me......"

Lorde's face was pale, as if he was struck by lightning, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

He suddenly realized that he could not speak.

It was just a name, just a name, a simple name, but it was like a heavy burden, pressing down on him.

Lord Carr?

No, no, that's not his name!

The man named Lord Carl should be the host of the other half of the flower in the future timeline, the indifferent Spirit King.

So, who is he?

A traveler from Earth? Or a delusional figure?

Thinking about it carefully, he found the biggest bug!

From the beginning to the end, he seems to have no memory of the 'last life', and some are just the original memory that he has seen.

It was as if the memory of the last life was obscured by some invisible fog, or even erased, leaving only the original memory of Marvel and the God of Death.

The messy thoughts, like red-hot iron needles, stabbed Lord's spirit.

"Uhhhhh..."

Lorde fell to the ground in pain, holding his forehead with one hand, his blue veins bursting out.

Those surging thoughts, like hot iron hooks, penetrated his flesh and brain, and hooked out **** broken things.

He...should have a name!

But that name was forgotten by him, and it was discarded together with the past!

"A man who forgets his name and his past, sad, isn't it?"

Fatty patted him on the shoulder, and said sternly: "We just want you to find your past, and...don't be swallowed by it."

"who is it?"

Lord endured the pain, raised his head with difficulty, and asked.

"Didn't you already guess?" Fatty said meaningfully: "That flower...isn't so easy to be swallowed You seem to...know a lot of things ?"

Lorde's blood-red eyes stared at him stubbornly, those eyes wishing to rip him off.

"You should have known, but...you just forgot." Fatty sighed, but didn't want to explain too much, shook his head and said, "When you think about it, everything will be understood naturally. already."

"You... ah!"

Lord wanted to ask again, but the increasingly severe pain stopped him abruptly.

rumbling...  

I saw that the huge campus ground suddenly began to collapse and crack.

The originally blue sky was dyed black, and an evil will continued to spread, touching every part of the world.

"The speed of erosion... so fast?!"

But when he saw Fatty's face, he suddenly changed, and he said solemnly: "This place has been eroded, and I can't stay any longer. You prepare, and I will send you to the next floor."

"Next...one level?"

Lorde had a splitting headache and asked with difficulty.

"Inception, you should have seen it, right?"

The fat man patted his shoulder and said solemnly: "The spiritual world also has many layers, you can understand it as the Inception space, now I'm going to send you to the next layer, where the flow of time is slower, you can delay for a while. ."

"Wait......"

Before Lord's words could be spoken, his eyes suddenly darkened.

At this moment, the flow of time in the world seemed to be slowed down thousands of times.

"Just remember..."

The fat man sat cross-legged with a sad expression: "If you don't want to be swallowed, go find your name!"