Chapter 643 - Stealing

"No, you lost. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo」

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Michael was stunned.

For the voice came out of the mouth of Michael......

No, it came from the mouth of Zeus.

The next moment, he showed a mixture of horror and anger: "Zeus! You bastard!"

And at this moment, the black and white rainbow had already pierced the sky and came to him!

"Ahh I hate it!!"

Call......

It was like a spring breeze blowing, and there was no sound.

The black and white pillars of light resemble a hand erased from a blackboard.

Michael vanished.

Everywhere you go, air, space, people, things, things. Everything is erased and restored to the origin of the world.

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You Long stood alone in place.

There was no one around, and it seemed lonely.

Michael's annoying voice vanished, leaving him a little confused.

Is it all over?

"It's over." Ruan Bi'er's voice sounded, still as soft as a breeze after the rain.

"Well, it's over."

The Protoss outside stopped again, frozen in place, as if on the spot.

"Again!?" The human race and the demon race are going crazy, and they don't know whether to do it or not.

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You Long frowned slightly, feeling countless thoughts coming towards him.

These thoughts actually came from the Protoss!

After the deaths of Elmadi, Michael, and Zeus, You Long became the only person in the entire world who had the royal blood of the gods. Therefore, the Protoss, which is like an insect and worships the king as the main way of survival, subconsciously went to the dragon for refuge.

It's just that the dragon is not like Al Madie.

Elmadi was in pain because he was instantly taken refuge in by thousands of thoughts, but You Long did not feel pain because of the power of yin and yang in himself, but he was not used to it.

Almost instantly, he realized that he had become the one who controlled all the Protoss.

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"Hahahaha!" A voice laughed, and suddenly appeared above the space.

It was a translucent figure.

You Long's out-of-focus eyes looked at it, but he frowned again.

Something is different.

Is this the master of recovery power?

As for Ruan Bi'er, it is even more obvious in her eyes.

The translucent figure in front of him revealed color at a speed visible to the naked eye. It's like an invisible paintbrush, constantly filling it with different colors. For a moment, Ruan Bi'er's eyes flashed with horror.

Slender white hair, handsome face.

The Mr.Game in front of him is exactly the same as Michael's!

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm not Michael. To put it simply, when I created the world, I subconsciously created my face to be the leader of the Protoss...... That is, Michael. So don't worry, I'm not Michael. Michael is dead, otherwise I wouldn't be able to regain my strength. Thank you so much."

He looked at You Long, his eyes showing a look of amazement: "I didn't expect it to be a first-class law innate awakener. There are such powerful characters in my world! Hahaha! Good! Okay!"

The dragon's voice sounded coldly, "Since Michael is dead, let's settle the deal."

"Resurrect her for me."

Mr. Game smiled, "I'm afraid I don't need my help anymore. She has comprehended the laws of life and death, and there is no longer a boundary between life and death, between body and soul. You've kept her body, haven't you? As long as she releases her body, she will naturally know how to go back."

Mr. Game said, making a gesture with his right hand.

It was as if the heavens and the earth were called, and countless colors poured in.

The color is like being rubbed by an invisible hand, and it turns into a person in the blink of an eye.

A body.

A Mr.Game.

A Michael.

This is the power of the rules of the game, embodied in making something out of nothing.

Mr.Game's index finger tapped on the center of the body's eyebrows, and then the flesh's eyes opened.

To point down is to give the soul.

For Mr.Game, who builds the world in his body, it's just a simple act that he can easily master.

"Master, Michael, greetings."

The voice was empty and silent, abruptly different from that mad and hateful Michael. Michael in front of him is no different from all the Protoss—a puppet. Mr.Game looked up and down at Michael, who was kneeling in front of him, and then nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, very similar."

Syllable.

Mr.Game slapped Michael on the cheek in front of him.

Syllable!

Another crisp slap in the face.

Puff puff puff......

Mr.Game kept punching and kicking Michael in front of him, muttering to himself, "It's because of you trash...... It took me so much time......

Ruan Bi'er frowned, and then subconsciously remembered what Mr. Game said just now: When creating Michael, she subconsciously used her own face...... So, is Michael's madness......

Looking at Mr.Game's flushed face and constantly spitting Michael in front of him, Ruan Bi'er probably knew the answer. The more this happened, the more solemn a look appeared on her face.

It seems that it is not over yet.

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"Whew!!" Mr.Game exhaled a long breath and said with a comfortable face, "It's done! I've been waiting a long time! Sorry, I'm smiling. Let's move on." And the Michael in front of him was no longer a heavy wound in human form, but he was still kneeling on the ground without any expression on his face.

Although You Long can't see as clearly as Ruan Bi'er, in short, You Long is like looking at a hazy and monotonous picture through perception. He could see Mr. Game, he could see Michael, who had been recreated, but he couldn't see the expressions and details.

"We don't have much to talk about, and maybe we won't ever see each other again."

Mr.Game was a little surprised: "How could there be no chance to meet? We've just become friends, have we?"

You Long shook his head, "Bi'er and I will leave here and enter the world."

"Who gave you permission?" Mr.Game laughed.

You Long was stunned.

The solemnity in Ruan Bi'er's beautiful eyes became more and more intense, because she saw a touch of greed and fanaticism in Mr. Game's eyes. I saw Mr. Game's right hand move, and a black and white yin and yang fish appeared in his palm, which was the law of yin and yang!

"The law of the first-class...... My game, finally has another first-class law! Hahahaha!"

"Then you say, will I let you out of this world?"

"And Ruan Bi'er? That's even more of a thought-provoking thing. Having the laws that control life and death is more suitable for my operation and development in this world."

Hearing this, You Long suddenly remembered something, and his face changed slightly.

He remembered what Mr. Game had told him at the beginning, "As long as there are laws in my world, I can use them."

"You're trying to steal my laws." You Long's face was completely cold.