Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Chapter 206 To Mr. Door

"What are you curious about?"

Suddenly looking at Mr. Fool at the top, the outline of the novel that Forsi had already constructed in his mind collapsed in an instant, replaced by endless panic.

What was I thinking just now!

Some of the thoughts that, although seemingly commonplace, can be called blasphemous from any point of view once associated with a god, were forgotten by her efforts to wash her mind.

Looks like a mirror?

Look in someone else's mirror?

Seeing that the "Magician" was in a strange state, "Mystery" moved a little bit, but heard such thoughts from the other party's heart.

In a sense, it's still very appropriate... He swapped the positions of his legs, overlapped them, and sat more casually.

"Actually, you don't need to panic. I'm not the eternal blazing sun. Anyone who looks at him will be burned to ashes."

Suddenly hearing another god's secret, Forsi calmed down, because she did not hear questioning and dissatisfaction from Mr. Fool's tone.

On the contrary, He seems to really want to chat with me?

"I just found out that your state just now was stronger than the one you showed during the Tarot Club." After struggling for a long time, she turned to answer the God's initial question.

"Very subtle observation." "Mystery", who was slightly surprised, nodded slightly.

This is not because Forsi discovered this obvious difference. After all, how could the breath that Klein simulated by leveraging the power of the gray fog compare to the power dissipation he essentially radiates.

But she actually used this as an excuse, which really made the "secret" who had already understood all the thoughts of the other party amused.

Please, what have I not seen before in the twenty-first century?

However, this rare ease was fleeting. Feeling the power isolated by the gray fog, the curvature of the corners of the "secret" mouth dropped a little.

After a brief silence, He said calmly:

"I remember you were a novelist?"

"Yes." Facing Mr. Fool's sudden question, Forsi nodded in confusion.

"Then let me tell you a story."

Don't give the other party a chance to refuse, just after a fight with Tianzun's spirit, he "sees" an old friend when he wakes up, and some whimsical "secrets" tell a story far away in the third era.

"There was once a young man who was very old-fashioned, but had a whimsical dream. He wanted to witness the beauty of the world and the beauty of all civilizations."

"He doesn't want to have another place in the world like his hometown. Until it was destroyed by war, there was nothing left for future generations to appreciate."

"So, holding this dream, he embarked on a journey."

Sitting on the icy high-back chair, Forsi looked up at the sky swirling in the gray fog, where scenes of constantly changing illusory images appeared. The protagonist of each picture was a man with an old-fashioned face and a beautiful appearance. youth.

"At that time, the demon wolf and the blood clan had just withdrawn from the center of the mainland stage, and the giant, the dragon and the elves stood on a three-legged stand. "

The picture changes again, the young man is much older, but his black hair is still thick, and with his azure blue eyes that seem to have rippling echoes, it gives people a sense of vigor in the calmness.

"What about later?" Gradually moved by the peaceful voice of "Mysterious", Fors put down his guard and looked at the still picture in the air, and couldn't help asking.

"Later..." He tapped the table with his finger, and "Mystery" lowered his eyes, and continued to tell, "Then the creator whom the City of Silver believed in was born, and many cities and towns just recorded by young people are Destroyed by divine power, the minions of the **** of phoenix who are in the 'underworld' also noticed this young man who was always running around with the help of the spiritual world, and began to hunt him down."

"Unfortunately, neither the ancient **** nor his minions seem to be very lucky. The young man once again encountered a Red Angel who was fighting outside, a powerful angel of the 'Hunter' pathway."

In the picture, a fiery red occupies a huge frame, and the dark wings cover the sky.

At this point, why Forsi still can't see that this is Mr. Fool recalling the past.

She had some vague conjectures.

"The young man who later got the power of the angel under the creator's seat obviously doesn't have to be afraid anymore, but his path is not controlled by the creator, so after a few turns, he came to another god, and he digested it extremely well at that time. Qualification to become a demigod."

"To be honest, at that time everyone's attention was on another demigod who was on the same path as him, and they didn't think that this lucky young man who had ridiculous dreams would achieve much in the future."

"However, things are always not as common as people think." "Mystery" raised his head, rubbed the surface of the diary with his palm, and his tone finally fluctuated.

"The young man who got the follow-up formula showed amazing talent. He almost caught up with another promising demigod at the fastest speed, entered the vision of that **** together, and was given the opportunity to become an angel."

"So he became an angel with the help of the gods?" Forsi, who has written many stories but has never touched inspirational novels, frowned slightly, sinking

During the experience of immersion, she almost forgot that she was talking to the gods.

"No, he refused."

Rejected, rejected?

Seeing Forsi's surprised expression, the smile on the corner of "Mysterious" mouth rose again.

"He said that he had seen all the beauty in this world, and it was time to look up at the stars."

Forsi's mouth grew little by little, she couldn't understand this kind of thinking, she didn't know how to describe it.

"Mystery" nodded and continued;

"Later, the gods told him that there are endless dangers in the starry sky, which is why even angels are not allowed to explore the starry sky by the creator."

"From the trajectory of fate, to become a 'miracle', his life will be smoother."

The picture that had not changed for a long time in mid-air suddenly became blurred, and the colors became deep.

"Under the judgment of the gods, the promotion ceremony of the two demigods will take thirty years to prepare, and during this period, they can continue to digest their potions, stabilize their spirits, and make final preparations."

"But to everyone's surprise, seventeen years after that decision, just above the Sunya Sea, a strange angel broke into the local cathedral."

"His appearance terrified the archbishop at the time, and has always alerted the pure white angels who were patrolling the coast."

"But when the 'purest angel' came, he was surprised to find that this strange angel was the young man of the year."

"Soon, he was pressed into the Tribunal at the feet of the Creator, and the gods who once wanted to bring him to the side. The Creator questioned the origin of his characteristics and the details of his promotion."

As the picture changed, the "mystery" who had been narrating the story in the most peaceful language leaned against the back of the chair behind him.

"Under the coercion of the two gods, the young man said this after clearing all his doubts. The meaning of travel will only be highlighted when he is far away from home. For this, I am willing to take the necessary risks."

The meaning of travel only becomes apparent when you are far from home, but what does that have to do with taking risks?

The huge sense of inconsistency caused by the separation of the last sentence made Fors extremely confused. Even though her spiritual intuition was being aroused all the time, it seemed that she would be able to understand the meaning of it with a special connection in the next second. , but she was always in front of that door and couldn't really step in.

"So, can you tell me the name of this, er, this young man?"

The spiritual agitation in his mind became stronger and stronger, and Forsi thoughtfully asked the answer he wanted to know the most.

In her expectant gaze, the "mystery" who was sitting on the top of the head solemnly raised his chest, looked into the distance, penetrated the gray fog, and said meaningfully:

"He was given a new surname by the creator, and later people called him, Abraham."

In silence, the picture under the dome of the gray fog palace suddenly collapsed and disappeared without a trace, and the crimson on it was even more intense.

Before Fors, who was sluggish, could react, the "mysterious" smile whose eyes had been withdrawn from a distance remained the same.

"Thank you for listening to the long-winded story of a man who has lived for a long time."

At the position corresponding to "Magician", Forsi's figure was gradually enveloped in crimson light, and "Mystery", who was in a good mood, cast a ball of light in her direction.

"It's a gift."

After speaking, the crimson light erupted instantly, and on the huge high-backed chair, only the coat of arms that had not yet had time to fade away flashed with a little agility.

"Mystery" looked at the layers of illusory doors and sighed like a real old man.

............

Wait... The flattered Forsi still wanted to say something, but when she woke up again, she found herself lying on the sofa at home. If it wasn't for Xio's concerned eyes, she would have thought that Everything just now was just an imaginary dream.

"Fors..."

Xiu, who had been standing by the side since his friend fell into a coma, leaned over, and his thoughts were all written in his eyes.

But she found that her friend was still lying on the sofa, dumbfounded, her eyes filled with a color called shock.

"Hugh, slap me."

Although I didn't quite understand it, but after hearing this outrageous request, I stopped thinking about it and raised my hand decisively, and the gesture was about to fall.

"Are you really going to fight?" Suddenly, Forsi, who was lying on the sofa a second ago, jumped up and avoided the slap from Arbiter's love.

Xiu Shanshan retracted her arm ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ a little aggrieved.

"Didn't you let me fight?"

"This is just a joke..." Forsi, who still couldn't believe what happened just now, covered her head and rubbed her temples continuously. After a long time, she slowly let out a long breath.

This recipe should not be fake, right?

She moved to the window and looked at the coquettish blood moon, but at this time, she no longer had a headache to the point of splitting her eyes.

On the red-stained window, a hazy transparent parchment slowly unfolded.

"'Apprentice' Sequence Eight: 'Master of Trickster...'

Second more!

This piece is a bit of a liberating self. It was fine when I wrote it, but after writing it, I suddenly feel that I have written a little too much...

Well, let's ask for a monthly pass and recommendation.

Of course everyone

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