Gus gritted his lips.


    But it is difficult to contain the trembling of both legs, more unable to control the surge of urine like waves.


    No matter how many bad words Lu Qingchen said to him, how much truth he revealed in the world, and how much anger and hatred he generated.


    This teenager, in the face of the creator of this piece of heaven and earth, the legendary "God of creation", still can''t control his impulse to cry and worship.


    He can only recall Lu Qingchen''s words again and again.


    Recall the devil''s smiley face, but not afraid of the appearance.


    When I recalled my father''s tragic death, my mother was depressed. I grew up, because of my weak body, I was not suitable for practicing iron boxing. I suffered from the ridicule, ridicule and humiliation.


    If the champion is the creator, who creates and controls everything.


    Then, the death of my father and mother, my own tragedy, and my sister''s falling into the steam are all arranged by the champion.


    The champion is the culprit.


    What qualifications, in front of their gods and ghosts, dressed up so resplendent, dignified appearance?


    The young man thought like this, with a little bit of rising anger and a little bit of growing hatred, he condensed into bones and armor to help himself hold his head high and glare in front of the legendary "God".


    "If LV Qingchen is right --"


    Gus thought, "well, the essence of the so-called champion is just a dull robot. Under his tin shell, there is not a mess of data. What''s the difference between me, my sister, my parents and everyone in the world of boxing God?


    "Everyone is a tangled body of data and information. What qualifications does a champion have to enjoy our worship and decide our life and death? For what? It doesn''t make sense


    Gus took a deep breath, suddenly found that his legs did not shake, urine also disappeared.


    miracle! This young man, with no strength to bind a chicken, could stand upright in front of the creator God and roar at the creator God: "I''m not your child. I''m the son of Glen, the first expert in Chijin town! Are you the champion? Since you can lock me in, it means that you have found the existence of demons, what are you waiting for? Destroy us - just as you have destroyed thousands of worlds! "


    The young man looks like a magnificent and towering giant in front of him. It seems that he didn''t expect that he would have such determination and courage.


    The champion was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he became short and squatted down in front of the boy like a condescending figure.


    "You are completely wrong, my child. Don''t believe in LV Qingchen''s deception. In the higher dimension of the universe, he has always been famous for his rhetoric and demagogy. Countless people have died miserably in his lies, and they have never awakened to death."


    The Boxer said gently and sincerely, "no matter what he says to you, he is cheating and using you. Even if he tells some truth, he will tear it into pieces, re edit it, and splice it into what he wants. Finally, when you wake up and find that you are not a chess piece for him to play with, and you are sold out by him, you will think back, How can we have time? "


    Gus was stunned.


    I don''t believe what the champion said.


    But I didn''t expect that the legendary "God of boxing", with the power of anger, could destroy heaven and earth, and his attitude was so gentle.


    For the champion, Gus Mingming is just a string of data, a dust, an ant.


    If the champion sneezes, the youth will be gone.


    There''s no need for him to explain everything to Gus, let alone put on such a mild attitude, even if it''s a pretense.


    But he is a kind-hearted man with a sincere heart. He is not like a god of creation, but a very reliable uncle next door.


    In the face of such a champion, Gus was confused again, his lips trembled, but he didn''t know how to express his confusion.


    "Don''t worry, my child. I know there must be a lot of confusion in your heart."


    Boxing king way, "here is a special space I opened up. LV Qingchen can''t detect the existence here, and I don''t know that I''m carrying out point-to-point communication with you. If you have any problems, I''ll tell you everything."


    The boy was silent for a long time.


    Still not willing to give up such a good opportunity.


    "I want to know the truth of the world!"


    Gus looked at the giant in front of him and said in a loud voice, "the devil said that you have created countless virtual worlds, including the world of boxing God, just to cultivate and extract the" human nature "in them. When the goal is completed, you will destroy these worlds and discard us like dregs, right?"


    "Yes, it is not."


    The champion sighed, "this is the most brilliant and dangerous place for LV Qingchen. He always tells half truth and half falsehood, even 90% truth and 10% falsehood, which makes it hard for me to defend myself.


    "My child, I know that this devil has been eating into your heart for a long time, so you may have great hatred and deep prejudice towards the world around you and even me. No matter what I say, you will not believe it.


    "But I''ll try to explain to myself - if you draw a picture on the beach; Wrote a line of poetry in a book; I carved some dolls out of wood, named them, gave them some rules, and played all kinds of games with them. There is no moral problem here, and you are not an inexorable devil, are you? "


    Gus was stunned for a moment and didn''t retort.


    "When you''re tired of it, or something else, you erase the paintings on the beach; Smeared the poems written in books; What does it mean that you are a hypocrite and a devil with evil intentions? "He said


    "Gus, I don''t believe you didn''t do anything like that when you were a child - you didn''t rub your own paintings or throw away toys that you played with."


    "Well, how can it be the same?"


    Gus was stunned for a long time and yelled angrily, "children''s graffiti and wood carved dolls have no soul, but we have, I, my sister, mom and Dad, people living in the God of boxing world and other virtual worlds, we all have souls, which are living lives. How can you compare us with graffiti, dolls and stories?"


    "No, you don''t, or most of you have neither life nor soul."


    The Boxer said sadly, "I know this will be very difficult for you to accept, but I have to tell you - in countless virtual worlds, 99.9999% of virtual people are boring programs that can be seen at a glance. Their joys and sorrows, love and hatred are just random permutations from the database, They were predestined before they were "born.".


    "If you are like this, there are very few individuals who can have ''random variation'', which is as rare as a handful."