The man moved, stood up, patted some sand stuck to the cloak, bent down and got out of the bedroom, strode out of the room, and stood in front of seven or eight thugs. The thugs rode sand bikes capable of driving in the desert. The models were obviously old models, which looked huge and bloated. The car shell is oily, and it has also been modified. Conical steel thorns are installed on both sides of the car, or a baffle with thin cloth and short thorns is installed on the front of the car.

They still have guns in their hands, all of which are rifles from the old era. Although they are not as good as magic weapons, it is quite easy to make some holes in unarmed men. What's more, one of them was carrying a rocket launcher. Although they only had one shell, it was enough to shock them.

In the face of such firepower, as long as the mind is a little clear, they will know what to do.

So the man asked, "How much tax do I have to pay?"

The leader of the green ghost is a middle-aged man in his forties. Maybe he used to be a strong man, but now his stomach has protruded, and his muscles have no previous lines. Coupled with that messy hair, he doesn't seem to be as good as How much better is the bum. He was wearing a blue sweat towel on his forehead, and he was smoking a cigar he didn't know where he picked it up. He was reluctant to smoke all the time, he just put the cigar in his mouth but didn't light it. He wore an old leather wallet with no underwear in it, and an iron necklace on his furry bosom. The leader riding on the sand bike held a rifle in his hand, pointed at the man with a smile and said, "That depends on how much you think your life is worth.

"

A thin man, wearing a patched cloak, walked up with a dagger in his hand. When he smiled, he showed a row of yellow teeth inside, and one of his front teeth was missing. He reached out to search the man's body, and the dagger was held on each other's necks.

"You'd better not touch me." The man said softly.

The skinny man giggled: "You're not a bitch, so what are you afraid of? Don't worry, our brothers are not interested in men's butts."

Then he put his hand into the man's cloak, and the moment he touched the man's body, the skinny man's hand felt a cold first, and then a bone-piercing pain! He screamed and pulled out his hand, and at some point, a fire, a dark yellow flame, was burning in his hand. But the flame should be hot, but the skinny man only felt the bone-chilling cold. His hand was burned to pieces in the flames, and the flames greedily spread to his whole body. The thin man screamed and walked back in the flames, but within two steps, he was scattered into a cloud of ashes. Strangely, his cloak, shoes and other foreign objects were not damaged in the slightest!

The leader of the green ghost widened his eyes, dropped the cigar in his mouth to the sand, and then roared angrily: "Shoot, kill this bastard!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt that the gun in his hand was extremely hot. Before he knew it, a ball of flame had wrapped around his gun and then extended to his body. The Chief cried out, but was soon silenced, for flames gushed from his mouth and eyes.

In a few seconds, seven or eight thugs were all turned into black ashes, but there was no trace of burning on the clothes. As if doing something insignificant, the man turned around and walked into the house. However, the moment he turned around, the surrounding space changed dramatically. Deserts and small towns are gone, here is a barren battlefield. Gray corpses can also be seen on the battlefield, a battleship burning and falling in the distance, and the roar of some kind of giant beast can be heard in the void.

Just above this battlefield, a sea of ​​flames lay across. A throne floated under the sea of ​​fire, and a man sat on it. He is extremely majestic, like a king who controls the life and death of all things, looking down at the man and saying: "How long are you going to escape?"

The man said lightly: "I call it confrontation."

"Confrontation?" The king on the throne said in a deep voice: "I don't know what's the meaning of this, just like you are sighing at a dead thing. I really can't understand the behavior of creatures like you, even if you sigh again, you are dead It is impossible for someone to be born again.”

"You're right, our family is called the gods of destruction and creation, but we can create everything, but we can't create life. So I can only look at some things from the past, to miss a face that has passed away .”

"Of course you won't understand, after all, you are not a creature, you are just a program created by the Creator."

The voice of the man on the throne did not fluctuate at all: "Since you understand this, you should know that your confrontation is meaningless. Even if you delay the time for dusk to fall by suppressing my will, dusk will eventually come."

"Just as there is no eternal thing in the universe, all things will always die, and life is a process from birth to death. When we come to dusk, we just complete this process ahead of time, so what is the meaning of your confrontation?"

Gently taking off the cap of the cloak, revealing a resolute face, the man said: "Even so, no one is qualified to complete this process in advance. In the final analysis, the Creator is just to plunder the energy of this universe, so why bother?" It's so eloquently said."

"So what about you, and your so-called plan." The man on the throne said: "Do you think you can hide it from me? I didn't stop it, it's just because it's meaningless for you to do so. And don't discuss the plan. Whether it succeeds or not, even if it succeeds, so what if it kills me?"

"Once I disappear, the Creator will know immediately. At that time, it will enter this universe by itself. Then it will not be the end of an era, but the destruction of the entire universe!"

The man on the ground laughed: "If the Creator could directly enter this universe, he wouldn't have created you and us, and wouldn't have created a cosmic farm like Eboins. It can't directly enter this universe, or To be able to get in, but to pay a high price that it is not willing to pay."

The man on the throne fell silent.

"Okay, you have talked enough today, you can disappear. As long as I can suppress you, I have the final say, you know?" The man on the ground waved his hand.

Like opening a corner of the curtain, the battlefield, the sea of ​​fire and the throne disappeared one by one. The world is still the same world, and the town is still the same town. Only the voice of the man on the throne echoed softly in the air: "How long can you suppress me, it doesn't matter, I can wait, time is also meaningless to me."

"But I do, bastard. At least, I can give him a little time."

This time, no voice answered him again.

He looked at the hut in front of him and said softly: "You said before that if you love you, I will plant a tree for you. I promised, I said I would plant a forest for you, because my love for you A mere tree can express it."

"It's a pity that I didn't have time to fulfill this promise, so I was forced to fall into a deep sleep. Lanny, now I give you back a forest, will you blame me for coming too late?"

"It's too late, a full twenty years late."