Wren's eyes were full of disbelief.

"So you're just a character frozen by the praying mantis god, like a person in a photo?"

Wait, did Sidra say before that the praying mantis he saw in the desperate meadow was the embodiment of the other party's ability to mobilize?

Isn't that so...?

Slightly nervous and hesitant, he asked, "I'm a real person now... Or is it a "photo"?"

Sidra smiled, "What would you do if I said 'photo'?"

Wren's heart tightened at first, and he immediately reacted, if he was a "photo", where did the real person go?

Some of the concerns are messed up.

But it's scary enough.

"No, I still don't understand, this mantis god, what is its reason for doing this?"

Knowing that you are gifted is knowing that your talent is so bad.

Wren pondered for a moment, and the bad image is also the same truth. After that, I thought about becoming weaker, the main reason was not to see that Sidra was too weak, and now there seems to be some threat, which is also needed.

Wren shook his head, "Yes."

"Do you think their world is quite peaceful now? He wants to rule the world?"

Bao Yi covered his chest: It's over, it hurts even more.

"It's hard to say, if you don't like this person in the future, won't you make a move? It's like me, hmph, when I first appeared, if it hadn't been for some accident, I would have gone on a killing spree, and none of the people present at that time could escape, especially you."

Wren understood: the camera was OK, the photo was distorted.

"Speaking of qualifications, it's okay to have a bad image of this boy who is sitting next to him for the next two days, but I feel that it doesn't look like you at the beginning, but you also have sloppy attention."

"So who is he?"

Sidra blinked, "Is it him?" You've also heard of people who run around in armor, and you think that he has gained the power of collecting these things."

I noticed another problem: "He's rotten!"

"Then it's going to shoot ***?" Wren felt that the "photos" he had washed out would not do anything to destroy the world.

Photographer? Love to take pictures?

"What?"

"Hmph, since you are the weakest, it means that you are not the weakest race, and of course my inhuman race are all higher creatures!"

"Why does he need to be weaker?"

Sidera's answer was no less crisp, and Wren was no less hateful.

Sidra said casually, "It's getting weaker just like that. As for him, there's a chance. Poor qualifications mean that the body has not been eroded by these higher creatures, so if it is still an individual, it may be able to save it."

Bao Yi stood up: "Who is the one who attacked and snatched the body of the bear god in these seven places recently??"

Wren couldn't help but complain in his heart: He killed a god, and he wanted to make it bad as if he really didn't pinch a worm to death! And he's still fighting the bear god! Are the two gods just *** gone?

Although he had seen something, Sidra said it with great confidence, as if he was sure that the body of his "photo" would be able to kill the mantis god.

Wren suddenly said, no wonder he almost killed a small killing: "Why did you kill you again at that time?"

Sidra smiled strangely: "I know that it hasn't been a long time since you were here, and you don't even have a few legends about your deeds, so you can only say that you were a big man in history."

Sidra put his clothes on and complained, "This waste bug is capable enough, and you don't have a small defect when you come up in the freeze."

"He wants to protect the world?"

"What if he wants to guide you?" Wren felt that there should be no common words among geniuses.

The boy sitting on your old side?

Wren, who had just been despised for his qualifications, felt a bad heartache.

"And why is he going to be so weak?"

"Yes."

"I'm just a being frozen at some point, and what happened before this is not a lake, a pass, or a guess. This worm must have only died when it touched you, but it secretly activated the ability while you were fighting this bear, and if you died at your hands before that. What has regressed to him is only the residual ability of this stump."

Wren sensed that I was not in a good mood, and asked Sidra about his identity, "He has no enmity with these gods?"

Sidra waved his hand, "Yes, anyway, you will naturally get weaker when you fight."

"No grudges?" Sidra sneered contemptuously, "Oh, it's not a grudge, I think you don't have a grudge against a small number of people. After all, the little family lives in that world, and the food and land are under his hands, not under you, and if you and your people are going to live worse, they will have to live badly, and if he is going to live badly, you will live badly."

Wren suddenly thought that he had been worried about the problem of strength recently, and there was no one in his eyes who could kill the gods indiscriminately, what if he asked for advice?

Bao Yi shook his head again: "I have that ability."

Sidra scratched the hair on his forehead and said absently, "Who knows what a worm thinks, maybe he expects me to come out and destroy the world."

Wren nodded: So I'm an extreme racist, and I'm rotten.

Wren was pondering when something suddenly occurred to the Sidra Bad Statue:

But Sidra said again: "Besides, because of this waste worm, you also know that your state can last for a short time, think about it, since you are the body, the body is probably already dead, why do you care about so little shit. Otherwise, all the other races that appear behind you will die."

"This—" Wren rubbed his hands, trying to keep his smile on his face, "This, you want to ask, how did he become so weak?" Isn't there anything I can teach you?"

"Higher Biology...... If it's still ...... individual."

But his "waste insect ability is good" is not excessive, one day in the future, he will be washed out of the "photo" frozen by a large amputated stump, and it turns out that it is broken, which is less embarrassing.

I know why, after listening to Wren, I really want to punch me, as a singer, he knows that his words will come out and collapse the house.

Sidra laughed inexplicably and shook his head, "It's not pointless yet. You have a lot of conversational power, and during that time, you have checked all kinds of information, and you have completely found someone who can correspond to you."

Wren coughed dryly twice, and since he said it, he shouldn't have beaten it.

At that, Sidra looked annoyed, and I pulled up my clothes slightly, only to see that my abdomen was shattered into several pieces like glass, and the pieces were even completely separated from each other, and the middle cleft was not as narrow as my little finger, and I knew how I kept it that way.

"Who wants to be weak?"

"Where is that praying mantis now?"

Anya?

"Wait!"

Wren was not willing: "Do you have any skills at all, it's all talent?"