"I still don't get it." Master Poker said.

"Well, let me give you an example." "The process of reading a memory is like playing a videotape, and when the tapes in the tape are twisted together, the memory is corrupted and can no longer be played. ”

Master Poker froze in place.

The breeze stirred up waves of wheat and brought up his gray-white robe.

"Never read?"

"Although I am well-versed in the past and the present, I can't answer this question." Hat-kun said unashamedly, "Who knows? Maybe one day, when you can face up to that painful experience in your life, the dusty memories will open up automatically. ”

"Pain? The reason why I can't remember it is because of pain? Master Poker silently asked in his mind, "Why can't I feel it?" ”

"Because your life actively gives up the accumulation during this time, turning it into a pile of unreadable data, which is also a kind of self-protection of life." Hat-kun said lightly.

"That ......"

Mr. Poker wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Mr. Hat.

"Okay, okay, although I know almost everything, it will go on and on. I know you still have a lot of questions, but it's up to you to find the answers yourself. ”

"I ...... myself"

Master Poker was silent, his grim eyes looking into the distance.

Wheat waves come and go, like an eternal existence.

"Yes, you're right." Master Poker said calmly, "Of course, I have to find out the answers to the doubts in my life, so let's get started right away." ”

"Hmph, that's right."

Hat-kun breathed a sigh of relief.

This barbarian has a lot of questions, although he answers them very well, and he can be said to have answered them fluently, and he once passed the addiction of being a god, but those answers are all automatic question and answer programs stored in his body in advance, and these programs are about to be exhausted.

"What am I going to do?" Lord Poker asked.

"Hmph, this time it's easy." Hat-kun said.

"Simple?"

"Yes, look up again, are there three white doves over the wheat field?"

Master Poker immediately raised his head, and there were indeed three white doves flying under the clear sky.

"That's my memory?"

"Yes." Hat-kun said very proudly, "After what happened last time, I found that it is really difficult for you to choose between the delicate memories, so this time I have personified these three precious memories. ”

"I see." Master Poker said, "I just need to pick one pigeon, right?" ”

"Yes, to make it easier for you, I've prepared a little game for you."

"Mini-games?"

"Hmph." Hat-kun smiled, "Touch your back and see what's there." ”

The poker lord put his hand behind his back in disbelief.

Sure enough, there was an extra longbow behind him, but he didn't feel any weight.

"This ......," said Master Poker, holding the longbow in front of him, "you asked me to shoot down the pigeon with this bow?" ”

"Yes, but don't worry, the gods of the wheat field have prepared an arrow for you." Hat-kun said.

"Where?"

The poker master was immediately interested, after all, he was a sharpshooter with a pistol.

"Well." Hat-kun's voice became smooth, "A little ritual is needed. ”

"Rituals? Well, please hurry. ”

"Hmph." Hat-kun's voice floated clearly from all directions, "Kneel down and pray." ”

"What, what?" Master Poker said suspiciously, "You asked me to kneel for you?" A hat? ”

"Nope." The Hat King immediately vetoed, "Not for me, but for the gods in this wheat field." Because this invincible arrow is made of a golden straw. ”

"Wheat stalks? Can that thing shoot down a white dove? "Lord Poker was puzzled again.

"Of course! This is no ordinary straw, with a golden ear attached to it. ”

"Huh?"

The poker master was stunned, this time it was not a question of whether he could shoot down a pigeon, but whether an arrow designed in this way could fly out.

"Hurry up, time is limited." "The god in the wheat field has no patience, and once he disappears, you can really only pull out a straw to use as an arrow." ”

"Okay, okay."

In order to seize the time, the poker adults reluctantly knelt down.

"Good, good." The hat-kun was very proud.

Hmph, barbarian, although this adult is broad-minded, it does not mean that he can be guilty of the past.

Hmph, being able to give you a sharp arrow is already an extrajudicial grace of Lord Ben, who let your kid ravage me outside without knowing the sky?

Now I know it's amazing!

"Hey." Lord Poker, who was kneeling on the ground, found that Hat-kun was silent for a long time, "What to do next." ”

"Uh-huh." Hat-kun came back to his senses from the darkness, "Just say a prayer with me." ”

"Say it." Poker adults are a little upset.

"Read it with me." Hat-kun's voice echoed over the wheat field, "I am your most loyal servant......"

"I, I am you, the most, most loyal, servant, servant?" Master Poker gritted his teeth and finished the first sentence.

"I voluntarily gave up my precious memories in order to obtain the contents of the Sacrifice Box, so please give me the blade to shoot down my memories...... Hat God. "Hat-kun finally finished reading.

Master Poker then began to pray silently, and everything was going well, but the prayer ended up stuck on the object of prayer.

"Now please give me the blade to shoot down the memory......" Lord Poker's voice stopped abruptly here, and he couldn't say the words 'hat god'.

This bastard!

The poker master has understood that this broken hat is all the devil, and it is just making things difficult for itself.

"Hey, there's still a few words left, you don't want to give up all your efforts, your friends are waiting for you." Hat-kun said.

"This bastard." Master Poker meditated in his mind, "What hat god, where is the wheat field god?" ”

"Hmph." Hat-kun's voice came over like a shadow, "My hat god is the god in the wheat field. ”

"You ......"

"There's one last step left." Hat Jun said aggressively, "Think about Lingling, think about Ziqi, and think about Ah Zao, you know what to do!" ”

"Jujube? You even know a jujube? ”

"Of course." "Because I've scanned all of your undamaged memories, is this ability worthy of a god?" ”

You're the size!

Master Poker cursed in his heart.

This is simply a tiger falling into Pingyang being bullied by dogs.

But this broken hat is right, the partners are waiting for themselves, and the manly man can stretch and bend, so he can only endure it temporarily.

"Now please give me the blade to shoot down my memory, hat god."

As soon as Master Poker finished speaking, the smug laughter of the Hat-Hat-King exploded over the entire wheat field.

"Hahaha."

It was so happy, this time it was its own win.

Even though he was outside, he had been grouped by this barbarian many times, and this guy was still scolding himself just now (because the communication between the two was directly based on the mental level, so Lord Poker knew what hat you wanted), but this 'hat god' was enough.

"Hey, where's the guy? Where's my weapon? Lord Poker Huo Ran stood up.

"Rest easy. Since you have surrendered to me, I will not treat you badly. Hat-kun pretended to say, "You touch your back again." ”

"This bastard."

Master Poker cursed as he reached behind him.

Sure enough, there was another golden wheat stalk behind him, and there was a huge ear of wheat attached to it.

This guy is completely taking revenge, because it can be given to me at the same time.

"Alright, the matter between you and me is over for the time being." The hat doesn't give the poker lord time to think, "Bend the bow and arrow, and aim at any white dove, because these are the most precious things in your life, and it is difficult to distinguish between them." ”

The poker master put the wheat straw on the bowstring, and I didn't expect it to be very suitable.

"But these three pigeons look exactly the same." Master Poker hesitated, "How do I tell which pigeon represents which memory?" ”

"You don't have to distinguish." Hat-kun said resolutely.

"What?"

"Hmph, that's where my hat god is smart." "If you can tell which pigeon represents which memory at a glance, the result will be exactly the same as the last time. You can't let go of any memory after a painful choice. ”

"Gao Ming, it's really Gao Ming." Master Poker exclaimed sincerely.

He immediately understood what Hat-kun meant.

When these three precious memories are played frame by frame in front of me, it is like eating sweet honey one by one.

Every memory is the most important part of life, just like the left hand and the right hand, you can't choose at all!

Since there is no active choice, the only solution is to push it all to random selection.

Shooting down an unrecognizable white dove is a random selection like a lot.

Moreover, in the process of explaining, this hat lord also turned into a wheat field god and took revenge with an arrow.

Isn't that clever what is?

"Awards, awards." Hat-kun feels that his wisdom has made great progress, and the day of challenging the red mole is coming.

"If you keep your eyes on a white pigeon, the arrow will shoot the pigeon down." "Because this arrow is specifically designed to shoot down memories. ”

"Okay, keep an eye on a white dove."

Master Poker raised his longbow in the air, and just then he saw something else.

Maybe the blue sky was wide enough that it should have housed more birds. Maybe this hat is just trying to repair itself, and he is so focused on two things that he doesn't clean up the flock of birds in the sky.

Above the golden waves of wheat, a pitch-black crow flapped its sturdy wings and flew out with a hoarse chirp.