Qin Xin's eyes fixed, and then a smile appeared on his face again.

After a moment, he looked back at the bandage covering the blind man's eyes, put away his smile and said solemnly:

“You are wrong.

The torchbearer must first protect his own beauty, and then protect the collective beauty.

It is true that the vast majority of us have the will to selflessly dedicate ourselves, but this devotion...means sacrificing our own perseverance, not that of others.

I can't make decisions for my salary seeker, and I will support her in all her decisions.

Because this is the beauty that I want to uphold, and it is also the original intention of my establishment of Firebringer.

Mingyu, you are much more efficient in finding wages than the previous wage-seekers, but......"

"But I am not a qualified fire bearer after all?" An Mingyu smiled.

Qin Xin paused for a moment, then sighed and said, "Just treat me as an antique."

"Not really, she's pretty cute. Well, to use Xinxin's words, silly but cute."

An Mingyu chuckled twice and walked out.

She walked outside the ruins of the stage, looked down at the place that was destroyed by the combined forces of memory phantoms and deceptive illusions, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

“Whenever I think of the scene where Xinxin and this fate weaver exchanged identities, I always have a sense of destiny in my heart.

I guess this probably won’t be their last exchange, but this fate weaver... is really brave!

He even dared to provoke Zhen Yi."

"Aren't you worried that Zhen Xin is going to step into Hu Wei's trap all by herself?"

"Worried? The ones who should be worried are the Grand Marshal and his men. Why should I be worried?

What I am more worried about now is that Zhen Xin has fallen into Cheng Shi’s hands. This fate weaver doesn’t seem to be so easy to talk to.”

Qin Xin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Because of Zhen Yi?"

An Mingyu smiled and nodded: "Yes, because of Zhen Yi."

"It seems that the rumors are true. She is really a test subject of [Fraud]."

"Experimental subject? No, Xinxin doesn't agree with that." An Mingyu seemed to recall something, and said with a complicated expression, "Zhen Yi existed before the advent of the [Faith Game].

It was just that [Fraud] gave Xinxin an extra chance when it cast its gaze, or rather, gave Zhen Yi an extra chance.

He originally wanted Zhen Yi to pick up the dice of fate, but who could have thought that Zhen Yi would change her mind in front of a god and choose a mask that was exactly the same as her sister's."

Qin Xin suddenly realized and laughed:

"I see. I guess [Fraud] is not only not angry, but even happier, right?"

An Mingyu smiled and didn't say anything else.

But that expression clearly said: You guessed it right.

Qin Xin shook his head and laughed. He stopped worrying about Zhen Xin's affairs and looked into An Mingyu's eyes and asked seriously:

"Zhen Xin said that he had an audience with [Destiny]. Cheng Shi's reaction to this is very intriguing. He doesn't seem to reject this statement. So Mingyu, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, An Mingyu's smile instantly disappeared.

She frowned and pondered for a moment, but got nothing. Then she took out a 22-sided dice and threw it on the ground casually.

The dice of fate rolled back and forth, and finally, under her feet, a...

1 o'clock.

"......"

"......"

Qin Xin was stunned, then laughed:

“What did you predict?

His audience?

So, I'm overthinking?

It seems that [Destiny] is indeed indifferent, perhaps He does not like to summon anyone...”

An Mingyu's expression became extremely complicated. She shook her head slightly, then "looked" at Qin Xin and said very seriously:

“I have to tell you a secret first:

This should be the second time since I set foot on the road of destiny and got the dice of destiny that I rolled a...

1 o'clock. "

"?" Qin Xin's eyes fixed and his pupils shrank suddenly.

...