The assessment had just begun, and Penghua of the Twenty-Eight Mansions had already added two points, which made the Super Power Sect involuntarily nervous.

The puppeteer adheres to the principle of playing badly and is indifferent to the outcome of the game.

Although Satan hoped that Bu'o would win so that he could seize the throne more easily, he did not think that he would be defeated by Lihua if he forced a meeting regardless of the damage to his soul. Therefore, although he was a little solemn, he was not as panicked as the Super Power Sect - he was more worried that the Book of Heaven would choose him.

Everyone present had different expressions, but Tiandao, who had lived alone in the nine heavens since he was born with intelligence, was watching with great interest and felt what life was like. Although the hardcover book that possessed him seemed to be motionless, it was so excited that it kept babble happily in Mianyin's ear for a long time without stopping.

[Answerer, Jia Jing, please listen to the question.]

On the Super Power Sect's side, one of them straightened his back quickly.

The man was about fifty years old, with a bald head and a round face. He looked like a Buddha, with a huge string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, like Monk Sha in Journey to the West.

Even though he had been fighting wits and courage with the Super Power Sect for more than a year, Li Hua didn't recognize him - think about it carefully, the Super Power Sect members that Li Hua could remember are now basically in the Super Power Prison - he took a step back, poked Tang Aibai's lower back, and asked curiously: "Who is this person?"

"The high priest of the Celestial God Sect, an old villain who has done many evil things, don't be fooled by his appearance," Tang Aibai replied in a low voice, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Last time when Team Nangong wiped out the Celestial God Sect, this guy used his ability to trick the Celestial God Sect's fanatics into turning into puppets that would explode at any time, but he ended up running faster than anyone else."

That operation failed to capture Jia Jing, and Tang Aibai was depressed for a long time after returning.

...

...

The two of them were chatting in low voices here, and the content of the next question was already displayed on the screen projection.

[Tell me about the most memorable childhood event.]

Jia Jing touched his shiny head thoughtfully.

He actually heard Tang Aibai's evaluation of him, but he didn't care at all - his notoriety had already spread far and wide, but as long as he was loyal to the gods, why would the supreme gods care about the lives of a few super-powered people?

Peng Hua, who answered the question honestly just now, is simply stupid. How could the gods care about the silly pranks he and his colleagues played when selecting their messengers? He must have other intentions, and wanted to observe whether their personalities are suitable for serving the gods!

"Great messenger of God, your humble servant greets you." Thinking he had seen the true intentions of the God, he glanced at the others with pride, nodded and flattered, "As your holy eyes that know everything can see, I worked as a monk in a temple for a few years when I was young, and my skills in cleaning and serving were first-rate. Later, I awakened my superpowers and had the honor of hearing about the God's ability to know everything..."

He spoke nonstop for about five minutes. Apart from boasting about the power of the gods, he was secretly promoting his own loyalty and ability as a servant. By the end, not only did the Twenty-Eight Mansions roll their eyes, but even the other people in the Super Power Sect couldn't help but show disgust on their faces. The only one who nodded in agreement with him was Satan on the other side.

Mian Yin was amazed when he heard this. His mental power formed tentacles and he patted the mental connection between Tian Dao and himself: "It's a waste of talent for this guy to be a believer. He should go for the exam. With this level of Chinese homework, shouldn't he get full marks?"

Tiandao was a little confused, and Mianyin happened to be talking to him, so he humbly asked for advice: "Why is he saying this? Didn't I ask him to answer interesting stories from his childhood? This is meaningless."

Mian Yin briefly explained Jia Jing's intention, and Tian Dao suddenly realized it and became angry.

[Time is up.]

Cold words appeared on the screen.

[Very emotional, but off topic, zero points, next one.]

Jia Jing's voice suddenly stopped.

He opened his mouth in panic and wanted to explain, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't utter a word.

Tiandao nodded in satisfaction and stopped arguing with him. He quickly presented the third question.

[Answerer, Puppet Master, please listen to the question——]

[Who is the most important, beloved person to you, the one whose loss would overshadow the rest of your life?]

Tiandao paused, and his true body quickly reviewed the puppeteer's past experiences within the world's rules, and then quickly supplemented them.

[PS: It doesn’t have to be a human, a puppet or a demon is fine, or even Satan if you want.]

Puppet Master: “…”

First rule out Satan, thanks.

The puppeteer's pupils trembled as he thought he had nothing to hide and could definitely make it to the end.

He bit his nails anxiously, biting them several times before realizing that his nails were still stained with beautiful red. He quickly put his hands down and tugged at his collar: "Uh, do we have to limit it to one?"

[Yes. ]

Tiandao answered, and was proud of his decisive answer. He imitated Mianyin's appearance to form mental tentacles, dangling around him: "How about this answer, isn't it ruthless enough? Who wouldn't say after reading it that the way of heaven is cruel and treats all things as straw dogs? Oh, oh, oh. Although this is not the original meaning of this sentence, I still think that the wrong understanding sounds cooler. Do you have this idea?"

Sleeping sound: "..."

Mian Yin: "Don't talk, just watch the test."

The puppeteer is still struggling.

"The point is, I can't choose one," he turned around in place. A rag doll as tall as an apple popped out from his sleeve, staring at him with its button eyes, making the puppeteer even more nervous. "I love every one of my puppet babies!"

Woody, who was lying like a cat behind him, watched the fun without thinking: "Is this the scene where Aquaman rolled over?"

The puppeteer ruffled her tutu, but still couldn't come up with a result. Finally, she simply used her usual strategy and decisively gave up: "Forget it, I don't know. Just announce the result. I also want to know who I like the most."

[……]

The Book of Heaven froze.

“What should I do? Mian Yin, please help me. I don’t know who he likes more! Just because I can see his past experiences doesn’t mean I can understand his complicated psychology that he can’t understand. Oh, why would I ask such a question? I should have allowed him to choose multiple options!!”

Mian Yin held his forehead with his hand.

"Send me the past footage of the puppeteer related to this question, and I'll take care of it." He wavered in his mind and took the matter over. "Give me five minutes, you can chat with the puppeteer first."

Tiandao: QAQ

He really didn't know what to say. Seeing that Mian Yin was busy helping him with the work, he was embarrassed to disturb him again, so he pulled the cat toy, and the two little chatterboxes chattered together. After discussing for a long time, they typed a line of words on the projection screen.

[are you sure? ]

Puppet Master: “…”

This Book of Heaven's Way has a delay?

In fact, he didn't really want to let the Book of Heaven decide this kind of issue, nor did he want his slight preference for a certain puppet to hurt the feelings of other puppets, so he hesitated for a while.

But he really didn't think he could favor a puppet to the extent of being the 'most important, the most beloved', so after hesitating for a long time, he decided to continue lying down: "I'm sure."

Tiandao started discussing with Cat Toy in a hurry again.

The question on the screen flashed.

[Are you really sure?]

The puppeteer's face was filled with black lines.

"I'm really sure!" He was already a little impatient, "Are you done yet?"

He was different from Satan. He had nothing to ask for and nothing to fear. He had no respect for the Way of Heaven. Moreover, the one in front of him was just the incarnation of the Way of Heaven created by the messenger of the Cat God. If Satan had not held the lives of thousands of puppets in his castle in his hands, he would have quit long ago.

If he had not lost his domain and was unable to hide the puppets properly, he would not have been threatened to this extent by the Son of Satan. Thinking of this, the puppeteer became even angrier - the swordsman borrowed his domain and vowed to return it in a few days, but he destroyed the domain without hesitation. Originally, he thought that since the swordsman was seeking revenge for his former boss, it would be fine, but this guy actually joined forces with the Son of Satan in just a few days. This is simply too much!

He was still sulking. On the high platform, Mian Yin had already edited several memories of the puppeteer's past at an extremely fast speed and transmitted them back to Tian Dao through the mental link.

Tiandao quickly displayed the image on the projection screen.

After such a long delay, there was finally a conclusion, and everyone present looked up at the screen.

[At the bottom of hell, magma is boiling and the golden throne is dazzling.

Satan, wrapped in hellfire, sits in the center of the throne. Just a projection of the past time and space, he gives people a huge and invincible sense of oppression.]

Mian Yin glanced at the slime on the round table that was as sticky as taffy. He could not imagine that this guy once had such a sharp cold edge. However, even if he risked serious damage to his soul or even fell into eternal sleep, he was still trying to snatch the godhood of the Cat God. Perhaps he missed his days as a god. No wonder the Heaven could not recognize that the slime was Satan. The gap was too big.

"Satan?!" the puppeteer cried out in shock and a hint of disdain that was difficult to conceal. "How could He be the most important person in my heart?"

The projection continues to play.

[Satan asked the puppeteer to create a batch of puppets that obeyed his orders. At that time, the puppeteer, who was only specialized in transformation, took on the task and studied it painstakingly. Three months later, he created his first puppet in his life, a round-eyed puppet.

"Oh, my lovely little one," the young puppeteer held the puppet's head and whispered softly, "You are my most beloved baby. How can I bear to let you be affected by the war? Go to the ** swing, you deserve a carefree life."]

"It's Qiuou, my first puppet." The puppeteer slightly widened his eyes and raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, "Well, I do love him very much--"

Before he finished speaking, the image on the projection changed again.

[The young puppeteer holds a carving knife and carves on the marble surface with great concentration. After a moment, a stone man stands up. It is more than ten meters tall, and the slightest movement can cause the ground to tremble. The five fingers slowly open, and the puppeteer sits on the ground in the palm of his hand covered with rock, looking at it with squinted eyes in pleasure.

"How about calling you Zhan Yi?" he said, carefully sanding off the moss that had grown on the surface of the stone. "You're a really handsome big guy. And guess what? I think you're my favorite little stone now."]

"Uh," the puppeteer scratched his ear, "are you done?"

[The puppeteer holds a needle and thread, and puts on a pair of glasses that are actually useless. There is a pile of expensive fabrics worth a fortune at hand, and she is conscientiously sewing a beautiful little skirt.

Beside his legs, a long-haired doll leaned against him, its button eyes staring at her skirt. Although she wasn't moving, one could tell that she was full of anticipation.

"Don't worry, my dearest little baby," the puppeteer chuckled and gently scratched the doll's nose. "Do you like skirts so much? I'll go buy a skirt to try later. Although it looks troublesome, it should be fun to wear it once in a while."]

“…”

The three round platforms were completely silent. Everyone opened their eyes wide and watched the puppeteer say "favorite" to one puppet, then "most important" to another. The scene changed more than ten times, and the words were almost the same each time.

When the screening ended, countless pairs of eyes turned to the puppeteer, all with similar shock in their gazes.

"Well, I lose," Bu Ou shook his tail to break the awkward silence. He smacked his lips, "So this is the real heartthrob meow!"

Puppet Master: “…”

What kind of charmer? He just likes every child equally!