I Am Not the Supreme God

Tang Chuan looked at the doppelganger who was lying on the ground and started snoring. He couldn't help but snorted, "Is this really the opposite?"

Choose to go to the extreme to enjoy the clone of life, when the day is not completely over, come consciously as a refuge, and calmly accept his own destiny.

This posture is like a person who can no longer eat, and can't eat another bite of the delicacies of the mountains and the sea.

Instead, the great philosopher who was supposed to think about the philosophy of life and face life and death calmly, at the final node, became completely violent, and vividly deduced the ultimate philosophy of life, which is swearing and sluggishness.

This kind of thing happened to "self" completely, and the inexplicable sentiment made Tang Chuan feel a little bit inexplicably, as if he had grasped something.

The meditator Tang Chuan suddenly felt boring, and said, "Two **** things, do you want me to be this clown in the end?"

"Snoring, snoring~"

However, the only response to him was the snoring of the weak Tang Chuan sleeping in his grandmother's house, and the saliva hanging on his lips.

The main body Tang Chuan also sat down on the ground, and said, "Stop scolding, stop hitting, and scolding two dead-faced bastards, it doesn't mean anything."

The thinker was supposed to have another big curse, but this time he didn't have another attack. He also sat on the ground, looked at the depths of the clouds again and began to daze, before saying for a while, "I miss my mother."

Tang Chuan also looked into the distance and said, "It's my mother, not your mother."

But the thinker diverged his eyes and said: "Your mother, that's my mother, you are no longer the one you are, and I reluctantly are, because I don't have the thing in your head."

Tang Chuan was silent for a while, and said, "Maybe that is me, the future me."

The meditator numbly said: "At the end of my life, I feel a touch of sadness and endless remembrance. This is the brilliance of human nature, and I am very sorry that this brilliance will eventually fade away. I am sorry for you."

Tang Chuan said, "You can try to beg me to extend your life."

The meditator sneered: "Can I not know myself? I won't put all my secrets in the other two minds when I was still weak. I will let them be my avatars of the gods, but at that time, you who have been swallowed by the gods, will you still have such thoughts.

Even if there is, I don't want to live as a god, because my stubbornness is only a urging of human nature. At that time, I was still me, just like you. "

Tang Chuan stretched his hands and conjured a pocket watch with a countdown showing 36 minutes and fifty-seven seconds. The lives of these two avatars will come to an end.

He threw the pocket watch to the meditator, and then put his palm on the weak person who was asleep, injected a breath of energy into him, and then patted him.

"Brother, get up, let's drink one."

"Ah, woo..."

The weak and sleepy man murmured, and opened his eyes sleepily. He felt that his body seemed to be filled with strength again, and was no longer as weak as that.

He took a can of beer in a daze, and slowly raised the ribs. He glanced at Tang Chuan and the Thinker, then looked back at the connected body of doubting life, and said: "I feel... I have the goods again. , Related body, do you want to..."

"No more."

The related body shook his head quickly, and said, "I won't bother you to talk to the master, next time."

The main body is here, and there is a cynical meditator who has that heart but not the guts.

The weak man seemed to regret it, but he didn't say anything. He raised the beer in his hand and said, "Then let's touch one and greet the last half hour of our lives together. If we have wine and are drunk now, I will burp soon. ."

The meditator looked at him and said, "To be honest, although I am also you, it is difficult for me to imagine what your inner journey is this day."

Ontology Tang Chuan couldn't help sighing, "This difference is too big, right? Which one is me?"

The meditator may be the dying of man at this time, and his words are also good, saying: "Maybe you think about the ontology wrong. The moment we truly separate, we become different selves. In the countless possibilities in the future, we are a little bit deviated. , Like two infinitely extending straight lines, they will eventually become farther and farther away."

Tang Chuan also thought: "What you said is right, it seems not as simple as I thought, but our thinking foundation is the same, and I will still have a good reference for your insights."

Seeing that these two were starting again, the weak person raised his beer and said, "So drink it or not, don't say something that I don't understand."

Tang Chuan and the meditator smiled, stretched out beer together, and met the weak one.

Gulugulu~

The three raised their heads together and drank all the beer in their hands.

Kara~

Then God simultaneously squeezed the empty beer can into a deformity, threw it aside, and took out a new can from the beer box beside him.

The beer is also made by Tang Chuan with a fantasy weapon. Not only does it taste exactly the same as a certain beer from the blue star in the impression, but it also perfectly replicates the words printed on the lid.

The weaker opened the lid and took a look, and he smiled and said, "Seven Maos, I got seven Maos!"

The meditator was very interested in him, and he looked at the happy, weak, and said: "Why are you so happy, you are about to die, and what is the meaning of the seven cents that can never be exchanged."

The frail man happily put the seven cents in his pocket, and turned his head and said: "It is enough for me to have meaning, brother. If you have to use my brain to explain to you, I can only say that I have fun in hardship. Isn’t it our common nature, isn’t it the same for you now."

The thinker seemed to understand. He turned his head and said, "I know, thank you."

The weak man looked at Tang Chuan stupidly and said, "What does he know?"

Tang Chuan shook his head and said, "I don't know, but you let him feel relieved. I feel that way."

The weaker handed over beer and said, "Drink one."

Tang Chuan smiled and clinked a glass with him, and drank it again, and the meditator beside him silently accompanied him.

Kara~

The crushed beer can was thrown aside again.

The weaker helped them to open a can of beer again, just like when they were children, the beer belongs to you, but the lid belongs to me.

"Sanmao, Liangmao... are you so picky..."

The weak man murmured, then put the Lagai into his pocket, and said: "Why don't you talk, do you still need me to give yourself an active atmosphere~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tang Chuan smiled and said: "When our atmosphere is active, you Still sleeping there. "

A smile appeared on the face of the meditator at this moment, and said: "Let's sing, maybe that can enliven the atmosphere."

The weak said: "Okay, let me start, what a beautiful jasmine~"

Tang Chuan continued talking and sang: "Fragrant and beautiful~"

Thinker: "Scented and white people praise~"

"..."

The connected body behind him looked at the host people who were spraying each other not long ago before the apocalyptic scene, and for a while began to hook their shoulders and sing their backs.

The inexplicable emotions in her heart seemed to be infected.

It was clear that the host didn't do anything, but the unprovoked appeal still made her feel a touch of sadness, but there was still a kind of happiness and relief.

She wanted to cry a little, but the corner of her mouth was smiling.