"It's really difficult, other genealogies can still be killed and resurrected, even if your body is dead, this personality will can't be wiped out, is the level of immortality so high?" Wan Yi threw up the mask card in his hand and turned into a belt, caught it, and said repeatedly.

"It's ...... I...... The ...... that exists Meaning ......" the mask barely finished a sentence in the process.

"The meaning of existence? You don't even know who you really are. Wan also stopped.

She really didn't have anything to refute that, because she didn't have a clue about herself.

After waking up, she was trapped in the ruins for decades, and she couldn't find anything from the ruins.

The ability that I possess that does not match my own seems to have a deeper meaning.

"There are music scores that seem to know a lot, there are yellow scores that I don't remember very clearly, and there are those that you don't remember at all." Wan Yidao.

"Did you say that I and them would have been together?"

"Don't ask me, you all caused me a lot of trouble, and I don't know." Wan Yidao.

Ah no, Huang Pu didn't seem to offend him, and even Huang Pu worked diligently as a person, but the result was that he was bitten by a "dog" for some reason.

But Wan will not apologize.

The debts of the family members are counted together.

Wan Yi revealed the objects in several ruins in front of the mask and asked, "Do you know if there is any information in these things?" ”

The little face on the belt display flickered for a moment and then said:

"Goddess, become one."

"Witch, split into a multitude."

After speaking, she paused: "This is the content of the inscription on the stone tablet you pulled off, and it is also the only content I think is related to my origin." ”

"Can you read these old records?" Wan Yidao.

These ancient records are an unfamiliar text, at least not the words that Wan Yi remembered seeing in his previous life. But it is not without a trace, at least the pattern does exist, perhaps in the ciphertext converted from some pre-existing language in a previous life.

"No, it's just that I remembered it after seeing this inscription, and I didn't react so much to the others." The belt trembled slightly, probably shaking his head.

"That's right."

Wan also ignored her and turned his head to think for himself.

"Let's not talk about the goddess, the witch is basically a real hammer of the identity of the genealogy family?"

"Score even worked as a priest in the Witch Sect, and then called the resources of the Witch Sect to find the personification of the Scorer family, and we don't believe it if I want to say that it doesn't matter."

"The sheet music knows the color spectrum, and it doesn't seem like it wants to go back to the color spectrum. Is it really that there are more memory retention, or did Chromatography have a face-to-face with her before he was accidentally left to the Third Research Institute? ”

"The Witch Sect is a top sect with great power in worshipping the sky, and the gods that the branch sects of the worship of the cangs believe in are all abyssal boundary belts according to our original speculation."

"The chromatography situation is more complicated, and it seems that it is not a simple disaster at all."

After a moment of rapid discussion, he turned his head as he prepared to leave.

Seeing that Mr. Mask was looking at the "toy belt" that was now a little smaller than it, he was curious and tentatively touched the belt with his body.

"You're cute, but don't shake me, I'm still a little dizzy."

"Meow~."

"Mr. Mask, let's go." Wan also called.

Mr. Mask immediately jumped up to Wan Yi's side.

Wan Yi reached out and lifted the corner of the top hat, and Mr. Mask jumped through the gap into the top hat on Wan Yi's head.

Then it resurfaced and put the top hat on its head, which was obviously a little too big to cover most of its eyes compared to its current appearance: "Meow~." ”

"Will you give me the chromatogram you said you said?" "Hear from you, she seems to want to get us all back?" You have a relationship with her. ”

"Relationship, yes, it was originally average, but now it's ......" Wan Yi thought about it, after the mask did something to him, some Wan Yi quickly and solemnly prepared to deal with various situations, and some Wan Yi immediately went to adjust the scorer on the side of the chromatography with great interest.

It's really idle.

"You are my belt for the time being, and the rest of the things will be talked about later, and then the error cannot exceed one second when I ask you to work, if there is, although I can't kill you, I have many ways to torture you, such as this carnival has prepared a variety of different ways to play." Wan also showed her the beautiful scenery of the carnival around her.

The belt lady trembled: "Know, I know......"

After that, Wan Yi took Mr. Mask to play for a while, and after temporarily leaving Mr. Mask, who was still unfinished and quite popular with Wan Yi around him, at the carnival, Wan Yi logged in to another server by himself.

I went to the theater.

"Ah, can the troupe master do this kind of thing now?" As soon as I entered, I heard a voice that I hadn't seen in a long time.

Actually, it shouldn't be too long, but maybe it's because there are too many things to receive every day, which makes Wan Yi's concept of time sometimes a little confusing.

"Demon Lord, you're awake." Wan also took the lead in greeting.

Wearing a black military uniform, the handsome uncle who was a little angry turned his head and waved his hand: "When I wake up, I can see the troupe leader, it seems that my luck is good." ”

"Do you still need luck for you?" Wan Yi asked with a smile.

"That's still needed, just take a little bit, right, god stick?" The demon lord patted the shoulder of the beloved next to him.

The benevolent and elegant tea said: "I want to add a little luck to you, my little Taoism is not enough, so let's avoid it." “

"Hahaha, humble, humble!" The Demon Lord smiled heartily.

Wan Yi looked over again, and Fukong was sitting in a seat a little inner, closing his eyes as if he was meditating.

"Little Fukong, thank you before."

"Thank me, the troupe can exercise a little more, otherwise it will be very unpleasant to use your body to tie your hands and feet." After Fukong heard the voice, he opened his eyes and looked at Wan Yidao with snow-like eyes.

"Well...... "Wan Yi thought back to the extravagant days he had recently enjoyed for other Wan Yi, and was embarrassed.

"Even if I can't beat that kind of strength, my boxing skills are more than enough to strengthen my body, so let's pick it up and practice it a little. According to my actual experience, if the troupe director can get closer to us, the transformation will be more convenient, and the duration can be extended. Fokong said.

"Good, good." In short, we should go down first.

Seeing this, Fukong also stood up: "Then I will also say goodbye first, there are still some things over there." ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for the others to say goodbye, and left straight through the side door.

"Fukong seems to be getting busier and busier lately, so it's a coincidence that he helped this time." Said the benevolent.

"Yes, it's growing." The Demon Lord also looked happy.

"When he reaches a sufficient level, the first challenge will be you, even if you are still the most irrefutable in strength among us, but the future is not easy to say." The benevolent glanced at him.

"Wouldn't that be nice?" The demon lord doesn't care: "In the battle of ideas, who loses and who wins, can't tell right from wrong." ”

"In this way, although I am a world devouring demon, I didn't expect to live more freely."

"Hahaha!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

(End of chapter)