"That's right." Seeing that she finally responded, Wan Yi rolled his eyes. It's rare to be merciful and push, or you might as well keep it in your head for a few more months.

Without further communication, he was ready to go to the person in charge of adopting the mask.

Coming out of the carnival, Wan Yi sat on a swivel chair and played, and closed his eyes as he turned. Although it is difficult to sleep, closing your eyes can also help relieve eye fatigue.

But it didn't take long for his eyes to open.

The automatic door opened, and Brother Green came over: "It's time to reply to the message." ”

"yes, got it."

Just now, Brother Green Goblin and Guiyi successfully made contact and told him all about the events of the real land. It doesn't matter how Wan Yi is shaken over there, but the one in charge of the joint, Suer, did not respond immediately, but said that the Lord wanted to talk to Wan Yi directly.

With the direct conversation with the head of the family, Brother Green Devil immediately began to feel troublesome, so he handed over the matter to Wan Yi himself.

Wan Yi sighed.

Brother Green Goblin doesn't like to negotiate, and the vast majority of people don't like to negotiate, and it's really a very exhausting thing and no fun to talk to people. If this kind of thing can't be pushed away, it will often fall on the head of Wan Yi's body.

He reached out and pressed a communication button next to him, waiting for the Guiyi side to connect.

After a while, there was a slight sound in the communication equipment, which was already on.

There was no first time to speak, and Wan Yi had no intention of taking the initiative to talk, so the two sides were silent.

"Hang up." Wan also said to the Green Goblin.

At this moment, the other side finally reacted: "Okay, Mr. Troupe Leader, I have heard about your deeds for a long time, but the more I know about you, the more confused I become, which makes it difficult for me to find the standard of dialogue with you." ”

The voice sounded unremarkable, not much different from Wan Yi's memory—from the memory of the imposter sect leader.

"It seems that you didn't come to me without talking." Wan Yi said boringly.

“…… Thank you for conveying the message about Ressadin and Ize. The Lord did not continue to ramble and changed the subject.

"If you're old friends, it's worth knowing that, even though they don't seem to care much about you at all."

Hearing this, Lord Guiyi chuckled, not caring about the sarcasm in Wan Yi's mouth: "We have all made mistakes, even if the starting point is good, but on the contrary, we have let the development of things go in the opposite direction." This is a huge blow to us when we were in high spirits. ”

Wan Yi rubbed his eyebrows: "I'm not interested in your mental journey, I just want to say that your old friend is crazy now, since you used to be a collaborator, then please take responsibility." ”

"Well, I'll do everything I can to protect the world. It's just a pity that I'm a little involuntary right now. ”

"What's wrong with you?" Wan Yi's eyebrows were slightly raised.

"I've tried to collect the Calamity again, use the Book of Calamity to unite their power, and calm the irritable Aether Sea, hoping that this will at least calm the red sea a little, slow down the progress of the world's shattering, and at best, even 'glue' back to a certain extent."

"But you failed." Wan Yidao.

Wan Yi had heard about this since he was in trouble, although it was only a side knock at the beginning. However, this was also mentioned in the conversation between the Impostor Master and Resardine.

"Well, I failed. I'm not Resadin, and I don't know as much about the aether as he does, but I just try to make it based on what I've learned from him, and it ends up being bad. ”

"After the last attempt I could do, I enabled the backup scenario."

"Huh?"

"I broke myself down as a temporary glue to the world, to make up for my and ours mistakes."

The words fell, and there was silence.

Wan Yi was slightly stunned and said, "So, you're no longer there?" ”

"Hehe, I'm not dead yet. It's just changed my original form, and this call is not a message for missing body, don't panic. ”

"Okay, but it's still a bit of a surprise...... Is it worth it? Wan Yi asked.

"It's hard to say, I'm just nostalgic for the whole world. I also wanted to have a flat family reunion dumpling, I tried to find my family in this world, and Guiyi was actually created for this private thought of mine in the first place. But I got nothing. ”

It sounds strange, after all, the thoughts of returning to one Lord all seem to be based on the whole world.

And to really say that this broken world should in a sense become the object of his hatred.

"I'm not Ressadin, I'm more conservative in thinking. After all, we have proven that the world is indeed a world that has begun to shatter from the conceptual point of view of us as human beings because of some kind of change. No matter how bad it is now, its past is intact. ”

Wan Yi understood: "What you are after is a complete world that may never come back, its shadow. ”

"Hehe, yes, want to accuse me of stupidity?"

"Not really. There must be some people like you in this world, otherwise it really has no merit at all. Wan Yi was expressionless.

"Once again, you have exceeded my expectations. I originally thought that you in the troupe would only be full of love for the current world. ”

"It's not necessarily, it's just that you can have fun because you don't have any scruples, and it's just a pleasure in itself. And the difference between hearts and mouths is also our strength. ”

"Hahahaha!" Hearing this, the Lord couldn't help but laugh.

"Very interesting, Mr. Troupe Master. I'd love to have a face-to-face conversation with you if I could, but unfortunately I don't have the opportunity. ”

Wan Yi thought for a while: "How long can you hold out?" ”

“…… The Aether Sea is very unstable, and I can't estimate it accurately. Maybe I'll last a few decades, or maybe it's not more than a year. ”

"There is not much time in this world." Wan Yi tapped his nails on the table. Anyway, it won't be a hundred years later.

"Yes, so no matter what ambitions you have or which path you choose, you must at least decide the way forward before I die."

No matter what kind of world it turns out to become, a choice must be made before the Lord can sustain it.

Something is better than nothing, something like that.

Although Wan Yi has no resistance to the final completely shattered ending.

In Wan Yi's thoughts, the "broken" ending is also better than Ressadin's "Misfortune" ending. He didn't want the world to be fine, and he would have to stay with a group of crazy people to make trouble.

If Resardine succeeds, Nawan also feels that he might as well kill himself altogether, or let him kill and assimilate them all, and then commit suicide en masse.

It's quite exciting to think about.

"I have no interest in making choices for the world." I think so, but Wan Yi still hopes that the Lord of the One will not entrust the future of the world to himself because he seems to be very capable.

He just wants to be a rabble, he doesn't want to be a savior, and he doesn't want to be a demon king.

"It's hard to say, after all, as far as I know, the tangled threads in your body make it difficult for you to stay out of it completely. Izawa's end must have given you something. ”

Wan Yi nodded slightly, although he couldn't see it through the communication.

So the Lord continued: "It is difficult for me to give adequate guidance on these things. The two most critical people back then were Spectrum and Ressadine...... If you want to explore, try walking the line of the score......"

"I thought you all loved her." Wan was also a little surprised.

"In a sense, I have a feeling of retribution for her, of course, in fact, it may not be the case, but it is because of us that she has become this picture that I can't even recognize, which makes me feel a little guilty."

Compared to Ize, who is full of running trains, and Ressardin, who is already obviously paranoid, plus the scorers who can't remember who they are. In this "salvation team" of that year, among the people who have come into contact with it at present, Gui Yizhu, or "Huang Shun", should be the most emotionally rich and gentle one.

Also, if it weren't for such a person, how could it be possible to make Guiyi the style it is today.

"My words shouldn't carry much weight to you, but I still hope you'll be a little more lenient with them."

"I'm forgiving." Wan Yi rolled his eyes.

If he hadn't been tolerant, he would have been in the realm of Fantastic Beasts in the first place, and he should have kept trying to crush the family members.

(End of chapter)