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Volume 1: The First Appearance of Super Powers Chapter 103: Crossing the River of Forgetfulness

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    When I was confused, I felt like I had a dream that lasted for thousands of years.  Xiao Luan slowly opened his eyes, and he didn't know when tears had wet Xiao Luan's cheeks.  The memories that had been sealed for countless years flooded into Xiao Luan's brain like crazy.  His parents died tragically, the world was bleak, and everything turned out to be his own memory.  He always thought that his fate was chosen when the League of Legends system entered his body, but now Xiao Luan knew that his fate had already been determined.  "On that car, on those three gangsters, in that red envelope stained with blood, the fate of mankind has already been shouldered by Xiao Luan!"  Tears flowed down her cheeks, sticky.  The tears flowed down the cheeks and into the mouth, with a salty taste that was half that of sea water.  Maybe he still couldn't fully wake up from his dream. For some reason, Xiao Luan felt that the smell was so similar to that of his mother's blood.  When I opened my eyes again, the dreamlike dream had disappeared.  In front of Xiao Luan, there was no one who looked exactly like him, there were only snow-white flowers of the other side.  The sea of ??flowers on the ground turned into snow white, slowly floating in the sky, just like a snow falling just for Xiao Luan.  Xiao Luan, looking up at the sky among the sea of ??flowers, seems to be facing the world alone, lonely, lonely, no one understands his heart, everything is so lonely.  No one understands, no one understands. ?? Stretched out his hand and gently caught the scattered petals, and the petals fell into Xiao Luan's palm like real snowflakes.  The biting cold froze the blood along the palms of his hands, and then froze all of Xiao Luan's passionate blood to save the human world.  Cruel and cunning, this is human nature. Is this kind of creature really worth saving  Xiao Luan doesn¡¯t want to think about anything now, not the future of mankind, not his own future, he just wants to take a walk quietly.  Turn your head.  Xiao Luan slowly walked towards Wangchuan.  The yellow-brown water of the River of Forgetfulness is boiling, and the souls of the dead are constantly rolling in the river, as if waiting for those who step into the river to seek death.  And the countless flowers from the other side of the sky were flying slowly in the sky, falling one by one on the River of Forgetfulness.  The legendary water of Forget River is extremely heavy.  Because there are too many emotions accumulated, almost nothing can float on this river of forgetfulness.  Even birds cannot fly over the water of Forget River, and no one can cross without goose feathers floating on it.  However, these countless petals from the other side fell on the water of Wangchuan, but they did not sink at all, and they did not even flow down with the river.  It just swayed slightly and constantly, swaying constantly, but it didn't move at all.  If the Forgotten River water is the river carrying memories, then the flowers on the other side are the flowers of greeting.  The moment they step onto the sea of ??flowers, people remember their past and present lives.  Even life after life.  Just like what is said in Buddhism.  Countless reincarnations are just dreams. No matter how much you care about the people in the dreams, they will wake up one day.  When you wake up, the past life and this life are just a dream, a dream without any meaning.  One is the sinking of memory.  One is the liberation of waking up.  Flowers of the Other Shore and Water of Forgetfulness are like two extremes, as incompatible as darkness and light.  But without mutual support, they themselves would not exist.  Because of this, the only thing that can survive the waters of the River of Forgetfulness is the flower of invitation, and only the flower of the other shore that can make people wake up.  Pure white petals are scattered on the water of Wangchuan River, and the petals are connected together.  It formed a narrow road.  On both sides of the road, countless dead souls were howling and clawing, struggling to climb onto the flower petals on the other side.  But whenever a dead soul is about to climb up, the other dead souls will try their best to pull it down.  Whether they are living beings or dead souls, they are all selfish in the end.  When you are trapped in a desperate situation and cannot escape, you always want to prevent others from escaping.  Even if we are tortured together.  Nor will he willingly help others climb up.  Xiao Luan walked slowly on the petals. Every time he stepped on the petals, the petals would break into ashes and slowly fall into the water of Wangchuan River.  These white Bana flowers are like candles, burning themselves to illuminate others.  Use your body as a guide.  Using his own soul as a road, he paved a way forward for Xiao Luan.  Every step you take represents the silence of countless flowers on the other side.  Xiao Luan was extremely confused and couldn't help but think to himself, if he stopped here, if he just fell into the River of Forgetfulness, would everything in this world have nothing to do with him?  If you don't have to worry about calculations anymore, you don't have to kill anymore, you don't have to struggle anymore, then you will really be liberated.  But is it really possible to be free in this world?  I don¡¯t know how many people are living a mediocre life, using their own bodies to survive and die, which really requires courage.  Persistence is actually the stupidest investment in the world.  You can give up at the beginning, but when you persist halfway through,Soon, he fell into the abyss.  No matter what it is, when you suddenly find that there is no way forward and no meaning when you are halfway through persisting, most people's choice is to keep moving forward!  It's not for dreams, it's not for perseverance, it's just that your efforts will not be in vain!  It was a silent struggle, knowing clearly that there would be no results in moving forward, but in order not to let what I had already paid go to waste, I could only bite the bullet and keep moving forward!  For the so-called dream, countless time, family affection, and career have been devoted.  But suddenly I discovered that my so-called dream had no value at all, and there was no possibility of success at all, so I could only move forward!  Because time cannot be turned back, and what has been paid can never be returned.  Those lost things are really lost, abandoned for the so-called dream.  If you give up at this time, it will only mean that your original giving up is worthless!  Then your outlook on life will collapse in an instant, and everything will be worthless, so you can only persevere.  This is what Xiao Luan is like. Xiao Luan has paid too much for the survival of mankind.  The friendship between brothers, the kinship between flesh and blood, even love, and perhaps a small amount of freedom.  Xiao Luan has given up everything. If he gives up at this time, would it be too late?  Therefore, although Xiao Luan already hated human beings in his heart, he could only keep moving forward just to give himself an explanation.  The moment he stepped across the Wangchuan River, Xiao Luan realized that he had just followed the Wangchuan River to make a detour.  In this world, there is no such thing as the other side.  Whether it's the Santu River or the Wangchuan River we just crossed, they all flow in circles.  The ground is like islands, surrounded by rivers on all sides. The Wangchuan River that Xiao Luan spent was just walking out of one island and then arriving at another island.  In front of Xiao Luan is a bridge, a bridge made of huge stones.  The blue bridge is full of the breath of time, and the cracks and wear and tear on the bridge have the atmosphere of vicissitudes.  The blue bricks on the bridge are sinking slightly. I wonder if many creatures have stepped on the blue bricks to have such an effect.  There are no carvings or even any decorations on the bridge, and it is extremely deserted.  There is a huge stone at the end of the bridge. The stone seems to be connected to the sky and the earth. When you raise your head, you can't see the top of the stone at all. It is like a mountain peak standing in front of Xiao Luan.  On this stone are engraved the three characters of Naihe Bridge, which should be the name of this bridge.  The handwriting seemed to be written with blood, and the red liquid slowly flowed in the deep gaps, just like a pair of eyes looking down at Xiao Luan, like looking at an ant.  The distant bell trembles slightly, ringing vaguely in the horizon, and then sinks.  That is the song that the dead souls sing day and night on the Naihe Bridge.  On the Naihe Bridge, Po Meng leisurely picked up the soup bowl.  There are all kinds of people coming, some are numb, some are calm, some are ferocious, some are scared  Half pushing, half giving, trembling, he drank the soup in one gulp. After all, no one could escape.  After all, you have to drink not too much, not too little.  Meng Po carries the soup bowl leisurely, Meng Po takes the soup bowl leisurely  No matter how deeply I fell in love in my previous life, I still walked steadily on this Naihe Bridge without any confusion.  The mind is as calm as a mirror, and the heart is as heavy as a stone.  There is silence on this side of the bridge, because my heart has died and I have lost the memory of my past life.  The sky on the other side of the bridge mourns, because my heart is so moved that I can't forget the lingering love of this life.  "Let's continue our relationship in the next life." Po Meng occasionally heard the sound coming to her ears and smiled lightly.  Looking down at your pot of soup, an ordinary pot of soup, just because of the addition of a seasoning called forgetfulness, is worth the weight of the everlasting friendship.  The boat of memory is stranded, a drop in the ocean, and the wind and waves are like a passing cloud.  Occasionally I feel that many things I have never done before seem familiar.  No rock is truly immovable. The cruelest thing in the world is waiting.  Waiting is the first age in life, waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom again, waiting for the scenery to be seen clearly, and the moment when you finish drinking Meng Po soup, you can only swallow with tears.  In this life, hold her hand, and if you love her, stay close to her tightly, and don¡¯t lose each other in the vast sea of ??people.  Or, you are you and I am me, we don¡¯t owe each other and go our separate ways to be happy.  Even if you meet in a dream, don't say hello, smile, and then pass by.  Or, let me have you all my life.  Or we should never meet.  On the bridge, a woman in green stood in the center, holding a bowl of soup leisurely in her hand. Her face could not be seen clearly, but there was sadness falling in Xiao Luan's heart.  If my heart moves, there will be thousands of tears.
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