Wren was facing the sea, and when he was full of pride, a blue transparent tentacle about the thickness of a human waist suddenly stretched out from under the water, wrapped around him and pulled him down to the surface.

Wren subconsciously leaned back, trying to wrestle with the other party, but the power of this tentacle was amazing, and the deck under his feet began to deform and crack.

If it goes on like this, I'm fine, the ship is rotten first.

Wren hurriedly shouted, "I'm here to negotiate conditions!"

The power of the tentacles did not wane, and Wren shouted again, "I know you want that thing from me, I can give it to you, and I can tell you the secret of the wolf you want to know, we can make a deal!"

The tentacles finally retracted, and Wren breathed a sigh of relief.

The wolf god told him that there was a god here who could send him back, but he didn't say what it was, judging from the transparent tentacles just now, it seemed to be something like a jellyfish.

At this moment, an ethereal, low voice like a drum appeared in Wren's head, and the spirit of the person was dizzy.

"Say it."

Wren pressed back the crooked piece of his chest, twisted his foot half a circle to return to its original state, and stretched out his head to look at the sea under the railing, but unfortunately he didn't see anything, only felt that the sea blue was a little special, and it seemed to be a little brighter than usual.

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The other party did not respond again.

The deep voice sounded again: "They have the sea of time at their feet, and you can only get things into the middle of time for a while, and you must remove them before you can do it, otherwise the tranquility of the sea of time will be broken."

Speaking of which, the snake god was also interested in that at the time, and the scales under my hands were not so small.

It's better to destroy these things than to put them under these forces and let us do nonsense.

Wren didn't have any trouble sounding, but he still said, "Try it."

"Tsk, you're still in the annals of history." The other party did not respond.

Wren let him roll himself up and drag him towards the sea.

The god is quite sincere, and he knows the risk after trading.

An Xin told me what I knew about the wolf god and the gods on the bottom of the sea, and quietly waited for the other party's reply.

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What did that do to Wren, I would have had a few days to live. So I held up Elia's hand holding the wood chip, "What about this and that?"

But one of the DA troubles is gone, leaving Wren with another question: Who is this mysterious attacker who snatched the remains of the bear god in seven places?

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The god was silent for a moment, then replied, "That can't, stay here."

That sound like a curse at first glance, but Wren comforted himself and felt that he couldn't understand it at all: you are not the ceiling outside the person who uses the power of the gods, and others can still be better than you when they take that road?

But now that I understand that it was Sidra who did that, the purpose of the attacker is worth seeking.

The tentacles dragged me to the depths of the ocean, but the bottom was intense, but it was a weaker and weaker undercurrent, and Wren felt that his body was not in danger of collapsing at any time.

Shame on the world?

He asked tentatively, "Then let me talk about the content of the deal first?"

The title is wrong.

"I'll just take your consent. I want you to send me back in time." Wren pointed to himself, then to Elya and said, "And in the future you will ask him to send something to the past, and you will give him what he wants, and tell him the secrets of the wolf god, how about it?"

Wren looked at the sea again, and thought to himself, what would happen if he jumped on it?

"That's it, he sent you over that time, and the previous words didn't give you that piece of wood. Well, maybe not yet, they'll talk about it themselves."

To put it out of the game, Wren is happy to hang it up and show it down.

It is not conceivable that in the future, such content will appear less and less in the books describing the history of those years.

Maybe I want to destroy the remnants of the bear god, but I want to use it for something myself?

I turned around and waved my hand to Eilea, and when I saw the other person's response, I was above the surface of the sea.

Besides, the other party can be strictly guarded by various small forces, and can come and go freely, without that strength, I also think that there is no one else.

"This wolf, it has destroyed all its own body, and it has reached some indescribable state. According to it, to anyone who wants to know that it exists, it exists in that world. But it is death in the sense of tolerance, and it is still alive at the same time......

Wren thought about it and found that this sentence after Sidra left was reliable:

Although there is only a large paragraph with a picture, the evaluation is also very bad, calling it a shame for the world.

I also knew for a long time, because the concept of time was not confused, and my body was close to falling apart, and finally in these clips, I saw a praying mantis lying at the head of the bed, and I was involved in this undercurrent.

Wren hasn't sent Sidra away yet, and the former wants to continue his career as a singer.

"It doesn't matter who it is, just look at him. A guy with the help of divine power, how weak can he be? There's nothing bad to worry about."

Troubles and worries followed.

"It's to rebel."

An Xin looked up along the tentacles, but there was only a piece of ink blue on the bottom, and he still saw the body of the god.

"His body is stable enough, and the more time passes, the less pressure there is, and he will definitely be able to bear it."

I took out a few strands of hair that had been cut from under the wolf god and threw them into the sea.

If that were too much of an exaggeration, I would even like to buy a copy of that history book online. Then put that page with my photo of the Armored Monster.

But Sidra admitted, and even thought it was Wren who did it.

The surrounding sea water gradually became like sea water again, and like a distorted but coherent force, all kinds of fragments that were like dreams and real things, like an undercurrent, especially wrapped in this power to impact Wren's body.

After all, if it is written under a history textbook, no matter how ugly the scolding is, it is too much.

"Can it be said in layman's terms?"