Under the Pyramid, the sea of flowers in the cup of the sun is still in full bloom.
Polo, the child wandering outside, returned to the kingdom of God, and Sally was still greeted him. The girl sat on the high stairs looking at him, making the familiar gurgling bubbles.
I don't know if it is really greeting him or just screaming in boredom.
A lot of things happened outside, some people died, and a king was changed. For the Triloman, one era took over from another.
Even Polo himself has changed, but nothing has changed here.
Time seems to have stopped here, a powerful force has divided the god-given land from the outside world, and even the time has been split into two halves.
"Great God!"
"Polo is back."
God is not in the temple this time. He is standing in the side colonnade of the temple, looking at the reliefs that Redlichia had carved for him in the past.
Polo didn't know how many times God had seen this picture. He didn't quite understand it before. He only yearned for the new and unknown, but now he slightly understands it.
When he has someone to cherish, cherish things.
Those good memories have become his precious treasures.
Polo knelt on the ground and looked up at God. He was so quiet for the first time, but he quietly looked at God's profile.
"Did you find the answer?"
God asked him.
A smile appeared on Polo's face: "I didn't find the answer, but someone else told me."
"God!"
"I met a girl who is as talented as you said."
"Her name is Stellaris, and she is your priest."
"I am also the queen of the Kingdom of Hailince."
"The star has perfected her consciousness projection magic. As for how to let the god descend into this world, the star also guided me."
Polo dances and dances like a speaker.
"A person's power is fragile."
"One person is not allowed. If it is ten thousand people, how about one hundred thousand and one million?"
"Star found the answer for me, let me know that there is no end to power."
"I can't, then create a race."
"One thousand, ten thousand me."
"A huge dream world is condensed, a dream country that can carry God."
"God, you can descend into this world..."
As he talked, his words gradually slowed down.
Polo fell into the memory, thinking of someone, thinking of something.
God looked at Polo, who fell into deep thought but did not find God's gaze.
"It seems that this journey has changed you a lot, and your carefree white dream has also begun to be dyed."
"Polo!"
"What did you get? What did you lose?"
Polo looked up at God: "God!"
"I have no idea."
"I don't understand my heart."
God told him: "You already understand, you just don't want to lose your freedom, you don't want to face the fact that you grew up."
"Polo."
"Everyone in this world will lose when they gain, and gain when they lose."
"You are not willing to give up anything, and you are destined to not get what you want."
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The wind blew across the sea of flowers and set off waves, and also raised the Baltic golden cloak. He floated on the sea of flowers with the wind, surrounded by God.
He likes the wind and yearns for the wind.
is like yearning for freedom.
"The weather is really good today."
The god stands in the center of the god-given city covered by the cup of the sun, like a star in the sky falling into the world.
A stream of white light spilled from the shadow of the god, flowed to the sky, and overflowed in all directions.
God looked at the sea of flowers swaying beside him, and said.
"Polo."
"What do you want to be called by your race?"
Polo seemed to have thought about it a long time ago, and said happily.
"Just call Meng Yao!"
"A fairy wandering in a dreamland, a fantasy elf who guards the garden for the god."
is so ordinary, which does not fit the character of Polo.
God asked him.
"Don't you have a great name?"
"Don't you want to be named after God?"
Polo recalled the conversation with God when he was just born, and immediately couldn't help laughing.
While was smiling, he was shaking his head.
"Because of ignorance, so fearless."
"The name of God is too heavy. Just a name of God can cause thousands of people to die for it."
"Everyone is in the name of God, everything is God's guidance, and every decision is God's will."
"I can't afford it, and it's not what I want."
"I am just a dream fairy, wandering in my dream sky."
"I just want the carefree of a person."
Speaking of this, Polo suddenly paused.
then added a sentence.
"Maybe!"
"You can make more friends."
God looked at Polo without speaking.
He finally understood the heart of awe.
God put his hand on Polo's head, and his golden cloak shook violently, then turned it up.
circle after circle of fantasy starlight spread out and spread to hundreds of meters.
Polo's roots are rooted in the earth, turning into a huge sun cup, and the head in the flower cup closes his eyes little by little.
The master of dreams.
Fell asleep.
Polo divided a part of his dream power myth factor and scattered it into the sea of flowers, and immediately saw the cup of the sun change among the densely packed flowers of the sun cup.
One huge dream bubble emerged one after another, enveloping the cups of the sun.
The golden flowers gathered up the buds, and a dream fairy was bred in it.
One after another, seven or eight dream monsters were born one after another, scattered in every corner of this sea of flowers.
The buds are in full bloom.
The little head poked out from the bud and looked at the world curiously.
"Hahahaha!"
laughed loudly, flooding the sea of flowers.
The fairy in the dreamland released its own power, and a sea of small flowers nearby turned into a dreamland between dreamland and reality.
When they are full of the god-given land, they may form a huge dream world, and then Insight will be able to descend into this world from the gap between time and space.
The dreamland of thousands of dream monsters must be able to contain the will of God.
here.
will become his biggest and most stable anchor, or the embodiment of his will.
Insight looked at the huge sun cup and said to him.
"Polo!"
"You did a great job, and it exceeded my expectations."
The sleeping Polo still closed his eyes tightly, but the voice came from the dream.
"This is my promise and my reward."
"It was God that you created me and guided the direction of my life. You allowed my mischief and tolerated my offense."
"Compared to everything you gave me, I did nothing but trivial things."