Muse clasped his hands to his chest and looked at her super speechlessly.

Well, I'm most afraid of a sudden dead silence in the air.

Barbara was like a rusty puppet before she dared to raise her head and look at her good sister.

The Muse left a Quraitic phrase.

The most appropriate translation for a time-traveler would be:

"Why is the old woman acting like a virgin!"

Barbara's face flushed, but in the end she didn't reply to the muse, but said, "Have you also received the echo of your own spirit from those worlds?" ”

"Hmm. Inevitable destruction. The muse no longer made fun of his best friend, but nodded heavily: "What about you?" ”

"I'm not as free and easy as you, and of course, the ending is even worse." Barbara sat up, her deep eyes reflecting painful stories, but the protagonist of each story was 'she'.

It's like standing in front of countless backlit mirrors.

In every mirror, a powerless and desperate her is reflected.

Knowing that no matter how much he struggled, how he gave up his glory and status, the result of giving in was miserable, but in the face of doomed destruction, he still couldn't help but stretch out his hands in vain.

Barbara muttered, "I'm like a moth chasing fire, never reaching the end I want." ”

"Is it miserable?" Muse asked calmly.

"Hmm." Barbara's face twitched, and her expression was full of pain: "In order to avoid destruction, several 'I' did not hesitate to become the playthings of the demon king or the demon god. ”

Muse didn't ask then. Because there is no then.

Without the aura of divinity, Barbara is nothing more than a once noble dancing girl who will be ruthlessly abandoned when she gets tired of being played.

It is precisely knowing these endings that Barbara is so desperate to gamble.

The muse suddenly spoke: "What do you think...... Can his appearance change our doomed end? ”

"I don't know." The goddess of dance squeezed out a smile sadly: "At least compared to the other 'my' choices, he is the most handsome and artistically savvy one, isn't he?" ”

Barbara really doesn't want to recall any goddess no tragic incidents, especially when the protagonist is still her in a parallel world.

On the other hand, Barbara was so upside down that Muse thought she really couldn't learn.

The muse sighed: "At least...... We've tried, and even if it's destined to be a tragic ending, it deserves a grand ending! ”

Bidding farewell to his friends, the Muse returns to his kingdom of God.

Slumped on a gorgeous chaise longue, she put the back of her right hand on her forehead, looking up at the unchanging scene in the kingdom of God,

"[Judgment Day] is approaching, and every god on the list will act just like an ordinary human being."

The tense heartstrings are finally broken under the sound of fate.

What Barbara did was not a kind of gambling, a kind of broken jar?

"It's ridiculous that I'm crazy with Barbara? That's why I said there's only a 30% chance! ”

……

On the other side, Mark is under a lot of pressure.

He himself was still like a blind fly wandering back in the endless road.

If it is said that ordinary extraordinary people are mixed with him, then forget it.

Even a genuine god like the goddess of dancing revolves around him, a guy with an unknown future.

What did he do with it?

If you are undecided, ask your fellows!

[Hey, hey, hey! God Wars opens the black group and there is a shortage of nine, does anyone come? Mark also used the dice of fate to roar at the god mark in his body, and he never expected to succeed.

In the past few months, he has called many times, and every time he inquires, he has lost sight.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a demon god general pulling a boat in the bow of the boat, he almost thought that the fellows would ignore him.

This time it was very magical, and the other side replied: [Who is calling the fleet?] 】

As soon as Mark heard it, he knew that it was McDonald's voice, and he was angry: [Your second battalion commander! 】

Almost instantly, the separation between each other opened.

"Yo, you've finally found an organization again?" An illusory half-length projection of Madondon appears in front of Mark.

"I'm ...... here" Mark didn't finish speaking, and McDonald on the other side suddenly became excited.

"Oooh! Come and see, our great god has finally recovered some of his strength, although only one thousandth, but it is enough. As McDonald finished speaking, several virtual images immediately popped up like pop-ups, projected on Mark's spiritual sea.

This scene is like a crowd eating melons appearing and collectively observing what big melons are.

"Well, why don't I understand what you're talking about?" Mark smiled wryly.

"Are you MacLeod?" Wang Hao touched his chin and let out a malicious smile.

"You're dirty."

A group of teasing and frolicking for a while, Mark took the opportunity to ask the point: "There is a goddess who wants to take her away with me, and she has done her best, but I really don't know what to do?" Guys, take one more when I go? ”

Suddenly, Mei Mumu, one of the fellow villagers, smiled: "It's up to you, not us." As long as you have the ability to come out, we will naturally accept you, but ......"

"How?"

The fellow dressed as a master smiled mysteriously: "There is a ban on your side, we can't elaborate on it." However, you just think of it as if you were playing @¥~%. ”

What Mei Mumu said was unsurprisingly blocked by the world.

But no one should underestimate the wisdom of the Celestial Empire.

Feeling that Mei Mumu was sure that his disclosure of news would be blocked, he was stunned and said two words with an exaggerated mouth shape.

【Puzzle】!

Jigsaw puzzle!?

Chinese is broad and profound, and there are so many homophones.

Combined with the fact that he had recently fused the power of the two-handed swordsman Mark with some of his memories, Mark was incredibly sure that they were talking about [puzzles].

Mark's boy seemed to shrink into the eye of a needle in an instant, and he realized something at once.

He opened his mouth to ask a few more words, when suddenly the projection of everyone in front of him was confused, and then the connection was interrupted again.

Mark stood up suddenly.

He found that a new situation had arisen in his horizon of destiny.

In the horizon of the originally colorful but contoured lake, suddenly the things around you have a clear outline, but in turn there is no color. It's like an elementary school student who draws with a pencil and doesn't color.

He suddenly entered the third-person perspective, and he knew very well that the figure in front of him was himself.

He was similarly lacking in color in the middle of his vision, but unlike the things around him that were only hooked, he was partially colored.

Right in the middle of the outline of his head, in the place of his head, there was the fate dice, and his right hand, where it should have been only a line, also had a partial color.

He didn't know why he 'knew', he was sure: the dice represented his main consciousness, and the color of his hands represented the small part of the soul of the two-handed swordsman Mark he had just retrieved.

"Puzzle!?" The word kept ringing in his ears, hitting Mark's thoughts: "Is it possible that the world I live in is incomplete?" It is divided into hundreds or thousands of small worlds, and all the marks in the small worlds are put together to form a complete me!? ”