Chapter 57: What Do You Think?

"Let me ask you, what do you think they are, and why can't they be killed no matter how hard you fight!" a rapid voice sounded in Xiao San's heart.

Xiao San, who stood by and watched, was obviously stopped by this question, and asked rhetorically: "What do I think they are?

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, so I'll ask you, what do you think they are?" asked another junior.

Xiao San seemed to realize the seriousness of the other party's question, thought about it and replied, "It's not a person anyway." ”

"Nonsense, of course Lao Tzu knows that they are not people, I am asking, what do you think they are?!" the other junior had obviously asked with a belly of fire.

When did this guy become so respectful and start caring about his opinions, the confused junior cautiously asked, "Is this important?"

Receiving the answers and thoughts that the deity has nothing to do with himself, the junior in the fierce battle almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, Lao Tzu is desperate, are you still thinking about these boring questions?

Someone took a hard blow in the cold...

"Okay, you won, then let me ask you again, why are there scavengers, black corpses and these human slaves here?" asked the other junior as calmly as possible.

"Knowingly, they were summoned by the old man of the flying sword. Xiao San thought about it and replied.

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Someone took another hard hit.

"Then why can't it be a cat or a dog, but these monsters?!" someone finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and asked.

"Well, how do I know, I have to ask the old man of the flying sword to know?" Xiao San was still at a loss.

Another muffled snort came.

"Then why can't it be the more powerful monsters, but the monsters that have been in contact with you and have a relationship with you?" someone collapsed.

"yes... What's going on?" Xiao San, who had never thought about these questions, suddenly felt strange.

"Could it be that you want to say that because these are the things I am most afraid of, the old man with the flying sword summoned these monsters?"

Xiao San obviously felt a strong feeling of disgust in his heart.

"Then why do you think you can blow up the scavenger but not the black corpse?" asked another junior.

"It's very simple, because this place is basically the same as reality, in reality, scavengers are beasts, so I can blow them up, but those black corpses are blackened, and their flesh is very strong, so they can't be blown up. Xiao San replied with a disgusted face.

"Then since this is your dream world, why do they still have real attributes?" asked another junior.

"Because... Because?" Xiao San finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Yes, since this is my world, why do these monsters still have realistic attributes, why can't you make the scavengers so powerful as black corpses in the first place, but make them like real flesh and blood.

Moreover, since the black corpse can be destroyed, why not make all the monsters like these people in front of you in the first place, with immortal bodies?

If that were the case, wouldn't Lao Tzu have been killed a long time ago?

A series of questions made Xiao San realize the seriousness of the problem.

He thinks that the old man of the flying sword is by no means the kind of person who takes pleasure in playing with his prey, which can be seen from the last time he saw the old man of the flying sword's decisive killing.

"My world, this is my world..." Xiao San muttered repeatedly, and suddenly had a feeling that he was about to want to be transparent.

"Is it difficult..." Xiao San squinted his eyes and said heavily: "I think what attribute they are, what attribute they are, the scavenger is a beast, it can be killed by me, and the black corpse is blackened, so..."

It's another disgust that you only understand.