Zheng Qing was now standing alone in front of the King of Yellow.

Except for a visualized talisman gun, there was no other more threatening means.

Even if that rune gun was stuffed with blood rune bullets, and no matter how many shots he could fire with his ability, just the power of the blood rune bullets would probably not be enough to explode this Hasta incarnation with one shot.

Fight with them.

Of course, Zheng Qing can also choose to self-destruct.

But the self-explosion is not something he can explode if he wants to, the last explosion by accident was the result of violent mood swings and the breaking of the seal at the critical point, and many conditions. He had carefully searched for that feeling afterwards, but he had never found it.

The horns of the yellow robe fluttered before his eyes.

"I'm going to lose my mind...... Or ego?" he whispered, staring at the fluttering horns.

A golden bean disappeared from his palm, then reappeared, paused for a moment, and then disappeared again. This sense of uncertainty is very similar to the feeling of doing multiple-choice questions during an exam.

An ambiguous answer came from under the white mask: "Perhaps." ”

Zheng Qing sighed slightly, his mind was a mess, and many of the questions that he had thought of when he was running wild on that black grassland could no longer be remembered at the moment.

He didn't even want to think about how many gems and golden beans he had left.

There was only one question, which repeatedly hovered in his mind, like the tide behind the embankment, which refused to retreat for a long time.

"Why me. There was a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

Under the white mask, the green pupilless gaze fell on the wizard, and there was also a bit of inquiry in his gaze: "This is the choice of fate." ”

"Fate is a bitch. Zheng Qing muttered, forgetting who had said such a thing to him.

But he felt that this sentence could not be more appropriate here.

The yellow robe was windless, the clothes were fluttering, and although there was no expression on the white mask, Zheng Qing felt that the other party must be laughing.

The concept of emotion rarely appears in the outer gods, but it does not mean that they lack it.

It's just that there are very few things in the world that can cause them to fluctuate clearly.

Hasta's avatar looked into Zheng Qing's eyes.

The young wizard may not know it, but the outer god standing across from him sees it clearly. As he spent more time in His presence and talked to Him more and more, the young wizard's eyes had changed from black and white to blood.

And the red under the eyes is getting deeper and deeper.

He could clearly feel that the heavier the red, the more successful His gift would be.

This gave Him more desire to speak:

"When a mortal stands in front of me, he will collapse directly. Even wizards aren't much better...... I've seen many young wizards who lose the ability to think in front of me. ”

"You're a special case. ”

"Maybe that's why fate chose you. ”

Zheng Qing listened to the hoarse and long voice echoing in his ears, gritted his teeth, suppressed the slight throbbing pain in his eyebrows and feet, and finally rolled up his sleeves with an open expression: "Since you don't have a choice...... Come on!"

He closed his eyes tightly.

So I didn't see the mouth of the white mask on the other side, and suddenly a small slit appeared - during the long conversation, Hasta was very stingy and did not show his mouth, but at this moment a small slit opened.

The small slit grew bigger and bigger until it reached my ear.

A crooked, crescent-like smiling face was revealed, and the crescent was full of scarlet:

“...... Many people believe that they can bravely face death until the wind blows from the corners of the Grim Reaper's robe in their faces...... Just like many people believe that they can bravely rush into the fire to save people, but often this courage is often exhausted after feeling the heat wave of the flames. ”

"In the Endless Wasteland, you have shown enough sanity and determination. ”

"Now...... Pluck up your courage. ”

"I will complete this gift before your courage runs out. ”

"This gift from the depths of the stars. ”

"This friendship comes from Hasta. ”

With a small murmur, accompanied by that strange smile, a halo of eight-rayed magic appeared behind the head of the king in yellow, like a bright moon.

A little ink stained in the center of the bright moon, and soon covered the halo, revealing a dark and deep atmosphere.

Even with his eyes closed, Zheng Qing could still feel a new darkness rushing towards him—a color deeper than darkness.

And in the deepest part of the darkness, a bright yellow symbol suddenly appeared.

A symbol made up of simple dots and twisted lines, like a few yellow question marks spliced together, blooms in the deepest depths of darkness.

If the wizard had opened his eyes at this time, he would have seen a symbol of exactly the same color and appearance as he had seen in the darkness, leaving Hasta's soft white mask, slowly spinning, floating from under his hood towards Zheng Qing.

At this time Hasta's mark.

Imprinted with the breath of His Source.

The rune spun faster and faster, as if it was slow and urgent, and in an instant, it turned into a bright point of light, with a refreshing and violent aura, and directly crashed into Zheng Qing's face.

The boy screamed and fell on his back.

......

......

There is always a bit of humidity in the forest in the early morning.

The soft mist and pale sunlight envelop the dark green color of the oak, giving the shade of the trees a little hazy and psychedelic atmosphere.

Zhu Si wiped his eyes and woke up from his sleep, the corners of his mouth still hanging from the saliva that had flowed from his sleep last night.

She wiped her saliva with a look of regret on her face - in her dream, she was about to eat the beautiful plump chicken head carefully, but for some reason the mirrors around her 'snapped' and shattered.

When she opened her eyes and heard the energetic slapping sound behind the oak tree, she realized that the sound of the mirror breaking in her dream was actually the sound of those little brown and slippery things slapping on her chest.

The little witch swallowed again, her eyebrows furrowed earnestly.

In the dream, there was a figure who accompanied her to dismantle the head of the chicken, and the two of them ate happily, but when they opened their eyes, the person's face quickly disappeared from her mind, as if someone had erased the traces of pencil drawings with an eraser.

The figure was definitely not father and mother, the little witch was sure of that, their aura was familiar to her.

After thinking about it for a while, it wasn't until an ancestor dared to rub in front of her, stretched out his paws and quickly touched a piece of beef jerky, that the little witch suddenly woke up.

She looked left and right in a daze, then lowered her head and was startled to see a red-robed wizard lying beside her.