Muse crossed her arms and looked at her speechlessly.
Well, I'm most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.
Barbara was like a rusty puppet. It took her a long time to raise her head and look at her good sister.
Muse dropped a line of ancient Quotes.
The most appropriate translation for a time traveler is:
"Why is the old woman so dazed and virginal!"
Barbara blushed, but in the end she did not reply to Muse, but instead said: "Have you also received echoes from your own soul in those worlds?"
"Yeah. Inevitable destruction." Muse stopped teasing his best friend and just nodded heavily: "What about you?"
"I'm not as free and easy as you. Of course, the ending is even more unbearable." Barbara sat up, her deep eyes reflected each painful story, but the protagonist of each story was 'she'.
It's like standing in front of countless backlit mirrors.
Every mirror reflected a powerless and desperate girl.
He knew clearly that no matter how hard he struggled, no matter how much he gave up his glory and status, the result of giving in would be miserable, but in the face of doomed destruction, he still couldn't help but stretch out his hands in vain.
Barbara murmured: "I am like a moth chasing the light of fire, never reaching the end I expect."
"Is it miserable?" Muse asked calmly.
"Yeah." Barbara's face twitched, with a painful expression: "In order to avoid destruction, several 'I's did not hesitate to become the playthings of the devil or the devil."
The Muse did not ask for a then. Because there is no then.
Without the aura of divinity, Barbara is just a once-noble dancer who will be ruthlessly abandoned when she gets tired of being played.
It was precisely knowing these outcomes that Barbara made such a desperate move.
Muse suddenly spoke: "Do you think...his appearance can change our fate that is destined to perish?"
"I don't know." The dancing goddess forced a smile miserably: "At least compared to the other 'my' choices, he is the most handsome and the one who understands art best, isn't he?"
Barbara really doesn’t want to recall the incident of Goddess Wu Meng, especially the protagonist is her from the parallel world.
On the other hand, Barbara leaned forward in such a disgraceful way that Muse thought she really couldn't learn from it.
Muse sighed: "At least... we have tried hard. Even if this is destined to be a tragic ending, it deserves a grand ending!"
After bidding farewell to her friends, Muse returned to her own kingdom of God.
Sitting on a gorgeous chaise longue, she rested her forehead on the back of her right hand, looking up at the unchanging scene outside the Kingdom of God.
"[Judgment Day] is approaching, and every god on the list will only act like an ordinary human being before."
The tense heartstrings finally broke under the vibration called fate.
Isn't what Barbara did a kind of gambling, a kind of gambling?
"What's funny is that I actually went crazy with Barbara? That's why I said there's only a 30% chance!"
…
On the other side, Mark was under great pressure.
He himself is still wandering like a blind fly on a road with no end in sight.
If ordinary extraordinary people mess with him, then forget it.
It happened that even real gods like the Dance Goddess revolved around him, a guy with an unknown future.
How does he deal with this?
When in doubt, ask fellow villagers!
[Hey, hey, hey! There are nine black teams in the divine battle. Is anyone here?] Mark just used the dice of destiny to roar at the divine mark in his body, but he didn’t expect it to happen.
In the past few months, he had called me countless times, but every time he inquired, he got nothing.
If it weren't for the demon general pulling the boat on the bow, he almost thought the fellow villagers were ignoring him.
This time it was very magical. The other person responded: [Who is calling the fleet?]
Mark knew it was McDonald's voice as soon as he heard it, and said angrily: "Your second battalion commander!"
Almost instantly, the barrier between them opened.
"Hey, finally found the organization again?" McDonald's illusory half-length projection appeared in front of Mark.
"My side..." Before Mark could finish his words, McDonald across from him suddenly became excited.
"Oh! Everyone, come and see, our great god has finally recovered part of his power. Although it is only one thousandth, it is enough." As McDonald finished speaking, several virtual images popped up immediately.
It popped out and was projected on Mark's spiritual sea.
This scene is very much like a crowd of melon-eating people coming out to collectively observe the big melon.
"Well, why don't I understand what you are talking about?" Mark smiled bitterly.
"Are you MacLeod?" Wang Hao touched his chin and smiled maliciously.
"You are dirty."
A group of teasers played around for a while, and Mark took the opportunity to ask the important point: "There is a goddess who wants to take her away with me. She has spent a lot of money, but I really don't know what to do? Bosses, please take me with you when you go.
one?"
Suddenly, one of the fellow villagers, Mei Mumu, smiled: "It depends on you, not us. As long as you have the ability, we will naturally support you, but..."
"How to say?"
The fellow dressed as a master smiled mysteriously: "You have restrictions there, so we can't go into details. However, just treat it as just for fun @￥~%."
What Mei Mumu said was, as expected, blocked by the world.
But don’t underestimate the wisdom of the Chinese people.
It felt like Mei Mumu was sure that he would be blocked if he revealed the news, so he said two words with an exaggerated mouth shape.
【puzzle】!
puzzle!?
The Chinese language is broad and profound, with so many homophones.
Combined with the fact that he recently fused the power of the two-handed swordsman Mark and part of his memory, Mark is extremely sure that what they are talking about is [Puzzle].
Mark's pupils seemed to shrink into needle eyes in an instant, and he suddenly realized something.
He opened his mouth to ask a few more questions, but suddenly the projections of everyone in front of him became blurry, and then the connection was interrupted again.
Mark stood up suddenly.
He found that a new situation appeared in his destiny horizon.
In the vision that was originally colorful but with blurred outlines, suddenly the surrounding objects had clear outlines, but in turn lost their colors. It was like a primary school student drawing with a pencil but not coloring it.
He suddenly entered the third-person perspective, and he knew very well that the figure in front of him was himself.
He in the center of the field of vision also lacks color, but unlike the objects around him that only have outlines, some parts of him are colored.
Right in the middle of the outline of his head, at the center of his brain, was the fate dice, and the area on his right hand that should only have a hook line also had some color.
He didn't know why he 'knew', but he was certain: the dice represented his main consciousness, and the color of his hands represented the small part of the soul of Mark, the two-handed swordsman he had just gotten back.
"Puzzle!?" The word kept echoing in his ears, impacting Mark's thoughts: "Is it possible that the world I live in is incomplete. It is split into hundreds or thousands of small worlds, all of which are...
When the Marks in the small world are pieced together, then I am a complete me!?"
