Chapter 1191 The method of exalting the kingdom of heaven
As the only magician who can leave illegal buildings in the virtual world, the name Drama Poet is familiar to most magicians. Whether you are wandering in the Sea of Knowledge or the Ruby Mountain, you are likely to encounter his carefully prepared "Inheritance Game"
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Unlike most inheritances that may limit spell factions, Drama Poet's game can take care of almost all spellcasters. As long as you honestly abide by the rules and pay a small price, you can get super cost-effective returns from the game. But if
If the magician is greedy and wants to get more, the drama poet will cancel the "newcomer discount", and the magician must pay a sufficient price in exchange for the corresponding reward.
Although the drama poet is very mysterious, perhaps because of his flashy and noisy style, the magicians think that he should be very strong, but not much stronger. The silver magician thinks that the drama poet should be a legendary magician, a legendary magician
It is estimated that the drama poet may be the God Lord in the past. Only magicians like Ash and others who have met the god Lord realize the outrageous power that the drama poet has.
The God Lord can destroy the heaven and the earth, tamper with history, and dominate all living beings. The majesty of the Six Wings radiates from heaven to every corner of the virtual realm, but they cannot leave heaven and set foot on the earth! Not to mention the Six Wings God Lord, even the stars are supreme.
Nor can she come to the human world - if she could come to the human world, Ashiu would have been captured by her and locked up in a small dark room!
The drama poet can not only walk on all levels of the virtual world, but also leave many illegal buildings that will not be demolished by the virtual world. At first I didn’t take it seriously, but now when I think about it, I realize how outrageous it is - it operates on its own, with perfect rules.
Isn’t this equivalent to an eternal wonder?
Every special facility left by the dramatic poet in the virtual realm is equivalent to building an eternal wonder belonging to the virtual realm. Ash even doubts that these illegal buildings will become secret areas of the world in the future, and the God Lord will say he is a loser after seeing them.
This mysterious being who calls himself a magician has powers that are beyond the control of a magician. Instead, he is more like another great life that Ash is very familiar with——
"Hey, you really can't guess who I am, can you?"
The dramatic poet took out a bag of potato chips from the bag, slapped a hole in it, and said with a smile while eating: "But I am deeply impressed by you two. Let me think about it, the sea of knowledge, the warm wardrobe, then
This is the record you left with me for the first time, Ghost Prophet. I still remember that you were hesitant among "Soul Arms", "Vanguard Arms" and "Guard Arms", but in the end I chose you at first sight.
My favorite elf palace dress left an image. Alas, you were quite innocent and cute back then."
"Nuan Nuan Wardrobe?" Ashi was startled.
"You have to pick a set of clothes from the wardrobe and take pictures. The higher your score, the more precious the magic spirit I will give you." The drama poet looked nostalgic: "That was the store I opened six thousand years ago. At that time, everyone only cared about
They were so fierce and fierce that they didn't know how to take care of their appearance, and they were walking on the earth in large groups with strange shapes. I couldn't stand it, so I opened a warm wardrobe, hoping to lead their fashion trends."
"Why haven't I met him in the sea of knowledge?"
"Because you are good-looking." The drama poet glanced at Ash and changed his words: "Because Sword Princess is good-looking, only people with poor clothing matching can meet Nuan Nuan Wardrobe. For example, the necromancer you know has been to Nuan Nuan Wardrobe."
Wardrobe.”
Ash glanced at Wei Xi, with a sense of joy in his eyes as if he had found someone of the same kind. Wei Xi couldn't help but stepped on him, with an annoyed expression on his face that said, "You are still paying attention to such a trivial matter at this time."
The drama poet laughed and said: "Don't think that the ghost prophet's aesthetics are the same as yours. The elf palace dress she chose is very suitable for her at the age of 16. She is pure, cute and sunny. She got a high score of 90 points. She just doesn't pay attention to her.
It’s just a match. By the way, the necromancer you know only got 3 points.”
Ash couldn't help but ask: "Do you have any photos?"
"I'll send it to you later," the drama poet said with a click of his tongue, "I didn't expect you to even want to see the 3-point photo of the Necromancer. You have such a strong taste."
"I actually meant
"Just kidding, it has been sent to your bracelet." The drama poet laughed: "This is the innocent version of the Ghost Prophet you have never seen before."
As soon as Ash opened the Miracle Bracelet to check the photos, he was directly turned off by Vichy. The latter took off his Miracle Bracelet without smiling.
, call up the photos and destroy the corpses and traces.
She looked up and saw Ash showing a joking expression of 'You're still paying attention to such a trivial matter at this time'. She couldn't help but look away in embarrassment, her face turned a light pink, she pursed her lips, grabbed his hand and helped him put it on.
Miracle bracelet.
"I take back what I said." The drama poet ate potato chips and watched their interaction: "Although it is not an elf palace dress, except for the mirror in Nuan Nuan's wardrobe, you have also seen the innocent version of the ghost prophet in this world."
Ash said: "Send another photo."
"Huh?" Wei Xi narrowed her eyes and glanced at him.
"I'm talking about Harvey, I want to see how the 3-point photo is matched."
"You have really weird tastes," the drama poet muttered, and looked at Ash inconspicuously. Ash blinked, and the drama poet also blinked, completing the secret communication under the nose of the ghost prophet.
The 90-point and 3-point photos will be entered into Ash's photo gallery.
"Wait a minute," Wei Xi suddenly remembered this incident: "It was my first life when I went to warm the wardrobe. I haven't been there since I was reborn."
"Yes, by that time you had already developed a murderous aesthetic." The drama poet sighed: "But I still think that the elf palace dress is more suitable for you than the Black Death Armed Forces."
Ash and Vichy looked at each other, and once again refreshed their understanding of the drama poet: the drama poet not only knew about the current timeline, but even the first timeline that Vichy had buried using the 'Second Eye Spirit', he actually
Also very knowledgeable!
"Drama Poet," Ash knelt down and looked level with him, "Are you the eighth?"
The dramatic poet licked the potato chip crumbs on his fingertips, tilted his head and pondered for a moment: "This is the first time I heard someone call me 'eighth.' I know what you are asking. I can only say, I don't count."
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Not denying it, but not exactly. Ash reached out and picked up a potato chip. "I have a question to ask you." "Ask it, but I don't know everything. I just lived a little longer."
"Angel Angel has been imprisoned in the Star Cage for half a year, why didn't you save her?"
Wei Xi was stunned, not expecting Ash to ask such a question. It could be seen that the drama poet was also surprised. He looked at Ash eating potato chips in silence, and the raindrops hit the stone floor outside.
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"I thought that after you took half of the Holy Grail, you would start to feel lucky that you participated in this feast that decided the fate of the world, and that you witnessed the fall of the angel." The dramatic poet took off his hat and said calmly: "You impress me more than the Ghost Prophet.
I'm surprised I never thought you really cared about her."
"I still care about many people in the Kingdom of Stars." Ya Xiu asked: "Do you care about the Angel of Origin?"
"If there are only two options: 'care' and 'don't care', then I definitely care. Although she doesn't pay much attention to me and is devoted to maintaining the balance of the world, even if she is fat, she still has feelings after being together for a long time, let alone
Are we friends who have known each other since the source of the Liujin River?"
The dramatic poet didn't care at all about the secret information he revealed casually, and said: "But our values are different from yours. For example, if the wind sees that the rain has stopped, do you think the wind will be sad?"
"She chose to be the rain that bathes all living beings, and I chose to be the wind that blows the windmill. She has never interfered with me, and I naturally will not disturb her. This is our way of survival."
"Besides," the dramatic poet put on his hat and shrugged, "I'm not as powerful as you think. I never fight with anyone, because I can't beat anyone."
No fighting ability?
Vichy was immediately ready to make a move. The dramatic poet glanced at her and added with a chuckle: "But I run faster. Since ancient times, there have been many people who want to bring bad luck to me. Those six guys even chased me for a few times."
Hundreds of years ago, but they haven't come into contact with me as much as the three little brats just now. Maybe it's because of this that they set their sights on the Source Angel, who is much more powerful than me but doesn't run around.
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Ash thought to himself, as long as there was a way to deal with the drama poet, the stars would not have spent more than a thousand years building a cage of stars waiting for rabbits. If the drama poet really didn't
If he has any combat ability, his life-saving ability is probably the best in the virtual realm. If the virtual realm explodes, he may be fine.
"What about the six hells?"
Ash asked: "Don't you care about being swallowed by the six hells?"
The drama poet shook his head: "I can't help it. I'm sorry, but only you can solve this matter. I am just a drama director and a poet who writes lyrics. I have never had a place on the world stage."
Ash: "But you should know how to deal with the world-devouring snake, right? Don't you even have any tips?" The drama poet thought for a while and said sincerely: "The heart that believes is your miracle?"
Ash completely understood the anger of the three little brats just now. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat this guy up, but now it was Vichy who held him back and asked: "Then what do you want to do when you appear in front of us?
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Dramatic poet: "The wind in the Senluo Kingdom told me that the Ghost Prophet had fallen into evil. I thought to myself how far the Ghost Prophet could fall, so I came over to see for myself. Unexpectedly, he actually fell back to the time when he was sixteen years old. I wanted to turn the Ghost Prophet back to the time when he was sixteen years old.
The scene of you holding hands has been preserved as an important historical document. Hey, hey, this is the city center, so don’t mess around!"
This time it was Ash's turn to hug Wei Xi who was about to start his soul scream. He said angrily: "So what are you here for?"
"Okay, okay, no kidding, the snacks are almost gone." The dramatic poet tore open the last pack of bear biscuits, "It's really weird, other people know what questions to ask me as soon as they see me, just you two
Asking questions here and there, but never getting to the right question."
"I'm here to tell you how to lift up the kingdom of heaven and step into heaven."
