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Chapter 167 Lost Ancient Ruins (39)
Sitting in an office building in the city under the desert, Jiang Ying has mixed feelings.
He and Qin Huo looked at each other, and turned their heads to look at the god of death opposite.
The god, whose whole body was covered in black mist and black liquid, was watching them quietly with a pair of scarlet eyes.
The two sides confronted each other for a while, and the god of death spoke first: "Are you really the mother god?"
Jiang Ying didn't explain too much, she just raised her hand and aimed at a pot of flowers not far away.
He used the skills of the time-space manager to make the flower wither.
But the vitality of the flower is more tenacious than he expected, and the life span is also very long.
Jiang Ying frowned, secretly exerting force on her hands.Two minutes later, the potted flower began to change color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a cloud of dust.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at Death again, "I can manipulate time, next, do you still have to determine whether I am the Lord of Time and Space, or Arsha?"
Death shook his head, "No need, Arsha's ability to control time is not that strong. It can't easily kill a plastic artificial flower in a short time like you."
Jiang Ying: ...
Oh, it turned out to be fake flowers.
The tall and thin black shadow got up and walked in front of Jiang Ying, knelt on one knee and took his hand, and kissed him lightly on the back of his hand.
"Long time no see, my honorable Mother Goddess. You may not remember the meaning of this etiquette, which shows my absolute loyalty to you."
Jiang Ying supported her cheek with one hand, and stretched out her arm a little stiffly.
It's a strange feeling to be kissed by death on the back of your hand.It's like dipping your hand into a thick, icy liquid and placing a slippery ice cube on the back of your hand.
After the god of death let go of his hand, Jiang Ying subconsciously turned her head to look at Qin Huo at the side.
The giant python was staring at a pair of golden eyes, watching this scene intently.
Not only was he not jealous, but he also showed a 'learned' expression.
After the god of death finished his salute, the black mist floating around his body suddenly shook violently.
It seemed to be suppressing its anger, and the viscous black liquid kept dripping from the mist.In the originally silent room, there was also the sound of howling wind out of thin air.
"Mother God, what did you do back then! Why didn't you discuss with us, why did you send me out, and then disappeared without a word!"
The shadow let out a suppressed low growl, "I follow your order to deal with the curse of the parallel world. When I finish the task of the Mother God, what greets me when I return home is neither concern nor praise, but a large ruin!"
"Everyone is gone, only the deep sea is still waiting there. It is seriously injured, I want to take it away, but it refuses. It says you are sleeping in the palace, and it wants to protect you there."
The wind in the house was getting louder and louder. Even Liu Dangran, who couldn't understand the ancient language of the gods, could sense the anger of the god of death.
"I searched all the ruins, but I couldn't find you. Mother God, the deep sea has gone crazy. It firmly believes that you are in the ruins. No matter how I persuade you, it is useless. That is the sea of life that you specially prepared for it. I am the god of death.,I can not get in."
"I just stood in the desert, looking at the deep sea, and died in the turbid and almost dry sea water!"
Although the Grim Reaper looks like a thick black fog from the outside.Jiang Ying could still hear its pain and despair from its voice.
An inexplicable sadness rose from the depths of her soul and enveloped Jiang Ying.
After thinking about it, he got up and walked to the god of death, raised his hand and hugged it gently.
The temperature in his arms was extremely cold, like hugging an icicle.
As time passed, the hoarse roar of the god of death gradually weakened, and the black mist on his body gradually stopped shaking.
"Judgment has no fixed place and wanders around. I am trapped in this desert due to the disorder of time and space. I can't go anywhere. All these years, Arsha has been fighting against the curse of monsters outside to maintain the smooth operation of the world."
It regained its calm, but the speed at which the black liquid dripped became faster instead.
It was as if those black liquids were the tears of death.
At the same time, a voice that only Jiang Ying could hear came into his mind.
"Mother God, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, I miss you so much."
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As a female elite in the paradise, Su Xinrou soon realized that there was something wrong with Le Qiubai outside.
This reminded her of the strange man she met in the afternoon, and Sun Kongkong's astonished and dazed eyes when he looked at Le Qiubai.
The paper man dressed up by an outdoor enthusiast is obviously not something they can handle.
Before the female elites in the corridor noticed the abnormality, Su Xinrou opened the door first, and welcomed 'Le Qiubai' in with a smile.
The man walked into the room and smiled politely at her as usual.
He looked normal, but Su Xinrou always felt that the person standing in front of her was not a real person.
but a piece of paper.
This feeling is very strange, when passing by 'Le Qiubai', she deliberately took a closer look.
The man's body is thick and looks no different from ordinary people.
Su Xinrou closed the door behind her backhand, and pressed the gas mask to hide the confusion on her face.
She believed in her intuition, there must be something wrong with the 'Le Qiubai' in front of her.
'Le Qiubai' sat on the dusty chair and talked with her about the spare blood bag.
He said that since entering the ancient ruins, his small storage space has been gradually getting out of his control.
Under Su Xinrou's concerned eyes, 'Le Qiubai' took out a blood bag out of thin air.
He handed over the blood bag with unconcealable worry in his tone.
"Sister Xinrou, look, my space can no longer store fresh blood."
Su Xinrou opened the blood bag, and a faint stench penetrated into her nostrils.
She raised her eyes to look at 'Le Qiubai' opposite, her heart fell to the bottom instantly.
The next second, just as she had guessed, 'Le Qiubai' began to reveal his real purpose.
"Although there are other spare blood bags in the team, those blood bags are not enough for everyone. Sister Xinrou, why don't we go to Brother Ying for some blood?"
Su Xinrou sneered in her heart.
He wanted blood, but he wanted to find an excuse to obtain Jiang Ying's whereabouts.
There are many enemies of the time and space lord, and it is unknown which elite this is.
After comparing the strengths of the two sides, Su Xinrou thought for a moment, and pondered a little, "Calculating the time, the lord should be in the ancient ruins or the city under the desert. Those two places are not convenient for us to enter with our strength."
"As for the blood bag stored in the space, if it is broken, it will be broken. First use the spare blood bag to support it. It should last until the tenth day."
'Le Qiubai' asked seemingly unintentionally: "Why don't you ask Brother Ying to send some more?"
Su Xinrou lifted up the mask, flipped over Byakugan, and teased with a smile, "Send some more? This will not only make Python 7013 bleed a little more, but also see the white-moonlight/muse you've been thinking about? Qiubai, what's in your mind?really loud."
She waved her hands in a gesture of seeing off the guests, "Usually it's fine if you mess around once, but you can see how stiff the atmosphere between the two of them is lately, maybe someday... Sigh, what 7013 did is really too much.If you really care about the lord, don't make it difficult for him."
'Le Qiubai' wanted to ask something else, but Su Xinrou kicked him out.
The man is in a good mood, and even his steps are much lighter than before.
Su Xinrou closed the door and returned to the bed as if nothing had happened.After a long time, her violently beating heart gradually calmed down.
Since the Paper Monster can quietly replace Le Qiubai under the noses of many female elites, he should be very powerful.
But for some reason, he neither used mental attacks nor directly used mental power to find Jiang Ying.Instead, they used this simple method to inquire about Jiang Ying.
Su Xinrou was still in deep thought when the phone vibrated suddenly.
She opened the mailbox and looked, and it was Sun Kongkong who sent her a message.
"Sister Xinrou, I just heard the commotion in your room. Is the real Qiubai dead?"
While agreeing with his statement in her heart, Su Xinrou quickly replied: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
At the same time, Sun Kongkong, who was only separated from Su Xinrou by a wall, was shivering under the blanket.
Seeing Su Xinrou's text message, Sun Kongkong took a deep breath and looked out at the opposite bed.
The world in Sun Kongkong's eyes has always been different from that of ordinary people.
In his eyes, 'Le Qiubai' was sitting upright by the bed, motionless.
Like a marionette, a moving paper man.
'Le Qiubai' lowered his head slowly, showing him a stiff smile.
Sun Kongkong's heart beat violently for a moment.
This is not Le Qiubai, his friend is really dead.
The fear and sadness suppressed in the heart spewed out at this moment.
He tried to raise the corners of his mouth, pulling a pale smile.
This copy is so dangerous!He misses Brother Ying and Brother Qin, this place is so scary!
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Sun Kongkong's comprehensive score was very low, 'Le Qiubai' just stared at him for a few times, then looked away.
He said good night and lay back straight on the bed.Closing those godless eyes, it seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
Seeing him falling asleep, Sun Kongkong got up and ran to the men's room, squatting on the ground and crying while burning toilet paper for his dead friend.
At the same time, in the meeting room of the peace council headquarters building, a white-haired man wearing a mask slowly opened his eyes.
Unlike other gods, Arsha can transform herself into any gender.
Today, he appeared in front of high-level officials in a male body.
Council executives are used to this.
One of the senior men turned his head to look at him, "President, how is the situation?"
The man didn't say a word, and the tip of his black and blue tail lightly tapped the ground.
After a long time, a cold male voice came out from behind the mask, "My paper doll is separated. If the mother god is not found, he may go to the deep sea, or he may be at the god of death. The paper doll cannot go to those two places to check."
He paused, covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently, "Fortunately, just like the information we got, the relationship between the Mother Goddess and the giant python has dropped to freezing point. The unbreakable alliance between them won't last long."
The superhuman executive stood up, wanting to stroke the man's back.The president waved his hands and wiped off the blood on his hands casually, "It's okay, my body is fine."
The high-level executives looked at each other, and a female superhuman said worriedly: "Right now, monsters and curses are constantly emerging in various parallel worlds. We and the other two camps can still handle it. But the more visions, the more space-time.The more unstable. There are so many parallel worlds, how can you maintain them alone."
The male executive who spoke earlier frowned and slapped the table vigorously, "The same is true for the time-space lord. He knows that using skills at will will cause the world to collapse, and he still doesn't know how to restrain himself."
Another high-level executive echoed: "If Arsha hadn't repaired the loopholes in time and space at the cost of his own serious injuries hundreds of years ago, this world would have been destroyed by the time and space lord long ago."
"The lord is indeed a very good person, but he is not suitable for the position of the lord of the gods. When he sees the death of his people, he wants to turn back time to save people. He doesn't understand that life, old age, sickness and death are the processes that human beings must go through. Even the gods, and it is impossible for everyone to live forever.”
"If you ask me, he is too soft-tempered to be a leader. He is more suitable to be a dancer, or a beautiful vase."
Everyone was discussing, and Arsha, who was sitting on the main seat, watched them quietly.
These glamorous high-level superhumans all have the same word written on their faces-greed.
He knew his face, as well as theirs.
After they all wantonly belittled the once unattainable god, Arsha gently knocked on the table.
"Enough, he is our mother god, we must respect him. Since the mother god has taught me the ability to manipulate time and space, I naturally have to take on the responsibility of the time and space lord."
He took a folder from a male secretary who looked exactly like Jiang Ying, and threw it to a senior executive on the left.
"A batch of experimental subjects have recently been sacrificed at the Future Alliance Laboratory. As before, the corpses will be handed over to God Paradise for disposal, and then thrown together in the desert city of Death God."
Arsha licked his lower lip, and the golden snake eyes flashed with excitement, "Calculating the time, the number of corpses in the city of Death should have exceeded ten million."
"The Grim Reaper is a stubborn person. Even if the Mother Goddess persuades her personally, it will not leave with the Mother Goddess. After the Mother Goddess and that inferior imitation leave..."
Arsha crossed his hands and looked at the male secretary with a numb expression, "Are you more powerful than a god of death, or more than ten million curses and monsters?"
The male secretary lowered his head and dared not make a sound.
An hour later, the meeting ended.
Arsha sat on the main seat, watching the senior superhumans leave with cold eyes.
When the heavy door of the conference room closed again, the blank-faced male secretary skillfully pulled out his chair and sat down.
Arsha leaned over and gently rested his head in the arms of the male secretary.
"Mother God, the Future Alliance stole you, and the Son of God speaks ill of you. Don't worry about Mother God, I will kill them all."
"By the way, the Mother God should have been disheartened and disappointed by the imitation made by the Future Alliance. And the Mother God doesn't know me now, and doesn't know that Arsha is the adopted son of the Mother God."
The man gently swayed the thick and long snake tail, "I remember that the newspaper said that the reason why the mother god fell in love with the python 7013 was because 7013 saved the mother god when he was most vulnerable. If I can find the python to save himGiven this opportunity, will the Mother God also like me?"
"I remember that after the downfall of God Paradise, the Society of Light took away the slaves of Paradise. The slave trading company. Let them kill the tens of thousands of slaves and throw them into the desert city."
Just as the male secretary delivered the new order according to his instructions, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his neck.
Arsha casually cut off the male secretary's neck, enjoying the joy of controlling human life and death.
This world doesn't need gods, and it doesn't need superhumans.
A person with special abilities, he is enough.
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After confirming Jiang Ying's identity, the Grim Reaper warmly entertained them.He led Jiang Ying to visit the entire dungeon, and directed the dead citizens controlled by the immortals, and gave them a show.
It is like a child who goes out to work, and it is hard to see his parents after many years.I started to show my parents in different ways how well I have lived in these years, and I have made more achievements outside.
Seeing that the god of death is so close to her, Jiang Ying thought that this trip would go well.
Sitting on the carriage returning to the office building in the city center, Jiang Ying began to persuade the god of death to leave the desert city with herself.
God of Death shook his head and rejected him decisively, "I'm sorry, Mother God, I still need to stay here. This is the task Arsha entrusted to me."
During the previous visit to the new home of the Reaper, Jiang Ying also chatted with it about Arsha.
In the eyes of the god of death, Arsha is a very upright and responsible god.Before the mother goddess fell asleep, she had always been optimistic about it, and taught it the ability to manipulate time and travel through space.
Liu Dangran winked at the side, Jiang Ying struggled for a long time, but still asked the question with great difficulty.
"What is Arsha's attitude towards me?"
The Grim Reaper, whose whole body was covered in black mist, said naturally: "Very respectful."
"Has there been any overly intimate or overly possessive behavior toward me?"
"No, the way it gets along with the mother god is similar to ours. Why does the mother god ask such a question?"
This topic was too embarrassing, and Jiang Ying didn't want to continue talking.
He began to ask Reaper what Arsha's mission meant.
After Death said that the Mother Goddess fell into a deep sleep, there were more and more visions in parallel worlds, and curses and monsters appeared in almost every world.
As the only god who can control time and space, Arsha has been leading the peace council to protect those small worlds.
The skill of manipulating time and space will impose a burden on the user. Over the past few hundred years, Arsha's health has become worse and worse.
To help it, Reaper made a lot of immortals.
Arsha said it would take those immortal worms to cultivate an army of immortality.This will reduce the casualties in the process of fighting monsters.
This city is not only the new home built by Arsha to help the god of death, but also the immortal warriors and slaves.The slave training base, the God of Death will help take care of it.
As soon as Jiang Ying heard it, she knew that the god of death had been tricked by Arsha.
He was about to open his mouth to expose Arsha, when Qin Huo, who had been sitting quietly by the side, suddenly said in a deep voice: "I feel the breath of a low-level evil god, there are still monsters in your city?"