The word grandma has not been mentioned in front of Zhao Xiaokui for a long time.

She raised her head, looked at Arthur and them, and said, "I want to talk to him alone, okay?"

The two words alone are as heavy as they spit out on the tip of the tongue.

Things changed. Arthur wanted to say something, but Fasley pulled her sleeve fiercely.

She lowered her head and looked a little humble in front of Zhao Xiaokui, her body trembling slightly, and sweat condensed on her chin. She said to Zhao Xiaokui in a respectful tone that Arthur had never heard of: "As you wish, ma'am."

Arthur's heart tightened, he glanced at Zhao Xiaokui, then quickly looked back.

He is a very cautious person and knows how to judge pros and cons.

Others are also very good at looking at people's faces. They don't have the idiots and brains that are common in movies. After Zhao Xiaokui's words fell, he followed his captain and retreated silently.

After going out, someone dissatisfied: "Why should we listen to that Chinese?"

Fasley glanced at her coldly, "If you don't want to die, you can ignore it."

Arthur did not feel the pressure. Although he believed Fasley's judgment, he still had some doubts in his heart, so he asked, "What do you feel?"

"...What do I feel?" Fasley glanced at the slowly closing wooden door. In the room, Zhao Xiaokui was bending down, pinching "Jonny"'s chin, forcing him to look at her, so far away She was able to feel the sword-struck breath at the distance of the distance, "I felt the breath of death."

Her voice sounded a little distracting and lingering.

She looked at Arthur and said seriously: "Kwai Yuan is more terrifying than I thought. At that moment, I almost fell to my knees."

"We must try our best to be friends with her and never turn her into our enemy. She has abilities beyond your imagination."

Arthur's face became serious because of her words.

The strength of the two people of him and Fasley, in the Alliance of Gods, not to mention the top ten, but at least the top twenty.

According to the information they learned, Zhao Xiaokui was only a superhuman who only became superhuman a year ago, much shorter than the time when they became superhuman, but now the other party is far more powerful than the two of them who have become superhuman. People of ten years.

Arthur solemnly said, "I know."

At the same time, he warned his team members, "When facing Aoi, remember to respect me as if facing me. The price of offending a super master is something you cannot afford."

Some of the players curled their lips inadvertently, thinking that they were a bit exaggerated, but nodded, indicating that they would listen to the captain.

In the room, Zhao Xiaokui's sharp gaze directly ran into "Johnny"'s eyes.

"Don't lie to me, tell everything you know."

Faced with her oppression, "Jonny" didn't feel nervous at all, but smiled lightly, "Don't be so serious, your grandmother and I were once best friends, in fact, if I were not one step behind. , You might call my grandfather now."

Zhao Xiaokui released his extraordinary form.

The golden fish scales glowed under the fluorescent lamp, and the shimmering luster almost pierced people's eyes.

This is not a metaphor or exaggeration, but the brilliance of the power of faith.

The unchanging face of "Jonny" made an evasive action for the first time.

There was a slight pain in his expression, but after the pain, he showed a mocking smile, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

He said: "We are a group of people who were abandoned by faith, and you are actually blessed by this new world. You are really lucky."

When he said the three words "Lucky", his tone was indescribable with jealousy and ridicule.

"It is a shocking affection that your grandmother can do this for you."

Zhao Xiaokui asked: "What did she do for me?"

"Johnny" smiled maliciously, "Guess?"

...

Of course Zhao Xiaokui could not guess.

The Cthulhu who possessed Jonny didn't really mean to play a guessing game with her.

After hearing the so-called truth from "Joney", Zhao Xiaokui suddenly became uncontrollable and lost.

"...That's it, she found your ray of life in all the tributaries of fate."

"No, you lied."

What, how could it be.

How could she be a survivor of the last civilization?

She clearly remembers that she was born in an old hospital. She still remembers the dilapidated walls and dim lights...

The Cthulhu’s voice is still ringing in your ears, “Did you find that you can obviously recall the things that have happened every minute and every second from birth to now, but you can’t remember the appearance of your parents anyway, just like They have never appeared in your life."

"Of course you have never seen them, because of your mermaid, you are the only one left, alone and left in the world, waiting for the arrival of the new century."

"I don't believe what you said," Zhao Xiaokui's face paled, but her eyes were still firm. She quickly thought of the paradox in the evil god's mouth, "You said that my grandmother and you are from the same age, but she once raised me. Growing up, if she was from the same age as you, how could she appear in modern society?"

"Jonny" grinned silently as if he had heard an extremely funny joke.

"My dear." His tone was intimate and greasy, with a bewitching taste. "You think about it, does your grandma really exist?"

Zhao Xiaokui's memories regressed uncontrollably.

Back to the day her grandmother died.

She thought the last class she took that day was math, but it wasn't.

That lesson was the class meeting of their class, and the monitor used the multimedia in the classroom to screen "Trumen's World".

At that moment, an extremely absurd feeling suddenly rose in her heart.

Truman lives in a world created for her by others. Would she also live in a world created for her by others?

Will her classmates, friends, and even relatives be a deliberately designed lie?

On the day she pondered this question, her grandmother passed away.

A violent pain hit Zhao Xiaokui's heart, and this recognition made her extremely painful, and she even couldn't control the expression on her face. Her pale lips and frowning eyebrows seemed to please "Jonny", so he smiled happily again, "Look, what a pity, a little fool who has been living in lies."

In the pain as if the heart was put into a blender, some pictures in the memory that seemed to be hit by soft light gradually became clear.

She saw how her young self crawled out of a cocoon.

At birth, she was like a three-year-old child, able to walk, jump, and speak neatly.

She bewitched a kind-hearted middle-aged woman and asked her to take herself from the countryside to the city.

In the city, she found another old man who was about to die, as a granddaughter, and stayed in the other's home.

After the old man died, she lived alone in that house.

Under her invincible charm, no one doubted how a three-year-old child would live alone at home.

Her fictional grandmother became a channel for her to socialize with others.

Zhao Xiaokui's expression gradually became cold.

"Johnny" chuckled, "Look, you and I are the same person."

Zhao Xiaokui's hand pinched his neck, "No, I am not."

"Johnny" was pinched by her and rolled his eyes, but still smiled wildly, and said in a certain tone: "No, you are, you are the same person as us, everyone who has survived the last civilization, All are madmen, only madmen can survive from the last civilization..."

"Do you really want to kill me? I heard that you killed a lot of evil gods like me. Do you really think you can kill all the evil gods? Can you finish it? Have you ever thought, maybe One day, the person you meet will have a golden fishtail..."

"I know, of course I know."

From the day when "Johnny" said that her grandmother did not exist, she knew that if her grandmother was still alive, she could only exist in one form, that is, hiding in time and space like those of "Joney". In the cracks, escaped the cleansing of the transition of civilizations, and become a Cthulhu who can only obtain short-term sobriety by taking the fate of others.

If she continues to absorb the faith and assume the responsibility of the "savior", sooner or later, she will confront her grandmother.

"...But so what?"

Her dark golden eyes are so cold and sad.

"If one day comes," she said, "I will kill her with my own hands, just like I would kill you."

The power of faith surged in her soul.

Then along his arm, like a soldier, rushed to "Johnny" one after another.

"Jonny", who had always felt that he had a chance to win, changed his face at this time.

"You will regret it, you will regret it—"

The power of faith stopped before making close contact with "Joney".

He thought he had succeeded in persuading, and he immediately showed a proud smile, but Zhao Xiaokui's words made his smile stiff on his face.

"Do you think I will let you go?" The power of faith burst out suddenly, and the white light flourished, swallowing his whole person from head to toe. Zhao Xiaokui retracted his hand, clapped his palm lightly, and said silently. "Johnny" screamed, "Idiot."

If it were before meeting Shen Zhifei, "Jonnie" might really impress her.

As far as Zhao Xiaokui is concerned, she actually doesn't have much good and evil, and she doesn't care much about the so-called evil and righteousness.

It was Shen Zhifei who made her connect with the world. It was Shen Zhifei who chose Nightcrawler for her. It was Shen Zhifei who pushed her from the road of neutrality to the eyes of the world, representing the side of justice.

The power of faith is more lethal to the evil **** than holy water.

Zhao Xiaokui, who washes his hands with the mineral water on the table, slowly rinsed under the water, admiring his slender fingers, and when he felt washed, he turned his head and looked at "Joney" who was no longer struggling, and said "A person like me only cares about today and the present. I don’t even understand what I really care about. What gives you the illusion that I and you are the same kind of people?"

If it's like "Johnny", lingering alive.

Zhao Xiaokui would rather die simply.

She believed her grandmother had the same idea.

Therefore, she would rather never see her grandmother again, than to meet her grandmother as an opposite one in the future.

If there is one day, she will be disappointed with her grandmother.

She was disappointed that she lived up to her imagination.

Zhao Xiaokui opened the door, and Arthur and Fasley went directly into the room, looking at Jonny, who was drooping and lethargic. Arthur clenched his fists and Fasley gritted his teeth, let alone the others. Said, there were angry expressions on his face.

"Why do you look like a person is dead?" Zhao Xiaokui turned her head and saw this scene. She said strangely, "If you don't look for his soul, what are you still doing here?"

Arthur was like an aphonic patient who had just recovered his hearing, "You, what did you just say?"

"I said you are not looking for his soul, what are you doing here? Although he is an extraordinary person, but his soul body is floating outside alone, or in this kind of world, it is very likely that he will not last for more than three hours. If you don’t find the person before dawn, you can really consider taking the person back for a funeral."

Fasley suddenly understood what she was talking about.

When she reacted, she rushed out of the room without a word and ran towards the street.

The others were stunned for half a second, followed closely behind, and rushed out.

Zhao Xiaokui didn't stop him. After the Cthulhu was killed once with the power of faith, even if the avatar was still in this space, his strength would inevitably drop, and it would be impossible to harm them in a short time.

Zhao Xiaokui thought so, but she did not expect that the face slap came so suddenly and unexpectedly.

Just when she estimated that the time was almost there, and was about to return to the room to wake up her team members, as soon as the door opened, she stepped directly into another world.

This is a world full of yellow sand.

This is a city built by black boulders.

The general in armor stood on the tall stone and gave an exciting speech.

The soldiers standing on the square were encouraged and raised the sharp sword in their hands high and let out deafening cheers one after another.

Zhao Xiaokui's reaction was slow for a while, and he saw the general on the high platform, suddenly turned his head, staring at her coldly, and asked: "Soldier, what are you thinking?"

Zhao Xiaokui: "...I didn't think about anything."

Her gaze scanned the crowd, but she didn't find a familiar face.

Of course, it could also be her familiar face, all hidden in the masks of guards with steel helmets around.

"Stay focused, soldier! Distracted on the battlefield, be careful to lose your life!"

Zhao Xiaokui answered yes.

Then reduce the sense of presence, quietly blending into the other soldiers.

As if a drop of water melted into the sea.

The general also wanted to stare more at the soldier who dared to distract him while he was speaking. He looked over, only to realize that he couldn't remember what the soldier looked like. He just remembered that there was a lot of gray on her face-the whole In Stone Town, everyone has a lot of dust on their faces.

Zhao Xiaokui did not act rashly.

She observed everyone around her, everyone looked so lifelike, like a living person.

In other words, they are living people, but they don't know that they are dead.

She has guessed the identity of this group of people--

soldier.

Soldiers who died on the battlefield of Fula.

She once saw a similar situation in a book.

Two hostile countries fought day and night. Soldiers and generals were blushing.

The first thing I get up every morning is to think about how to beat the opponent and **** the opponent.

However, one day, an unexpected disaster suddenly fell, killing everyone in an instant.

But death did not kill the hostility of the soldiers of the two countries.

As a result, the space they were in formed a strange field, and they kept repeating the battle every day, just like never knowing that they were tired, and kept fighting until an outsider broke in.

Once an outsider is killed in this space, he will become one of the soldiers.

The soldier who killed him has the opportunity to come back to life with the help of his body.

The book Zhao Xiaokui saw was a soldier who had come back from the dead. After becoming a high-level wizard, he recalled what happened in the past and wrote down in his memoirs.

After the formation was disbanded, it did not immediately go to the battlefield.

This gave Zhao Xiaokui a lot of free time to look for himself or other team members.

Fortunately, she quickly found all the night walkers from China in this army.

Unfortunately, among all the Nightcrawlers, no one except her knew their true identity.

They all thought they were "soldiers".

Like all ordinary soldiers, they are full of blood, expecting the spear in their hands to pass through the enemy's heart.