Sadly, the Doctor's experiments didn't seem to turn out well, and he didn't show up at Harlequin's meeting.

After waiting for a long time without any results, Cheng Shi gave up waiting, picked a new seat, and sat down on the tombstone of Fate. He announced to everyone without any embarrassment:

"Now that everyone is here, we can start."

"?"

"Where are the people you were waiting for just now?" Zhen Xin was stunned.

"Didn't you see? He broke his promise. The livestock industry is so developed in this world. There are always people who like to stand people up."

"he?

So you were just waiting for one person, right?

Six people were supposed to come, but five actually showed up. Cheng Shi, is this the mysterious clown you mentioned? "

Zhen Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You know, the scale of this committee is not even as large as the historical school's historical errata committee.

Longjing made everyone even more dumbfounded.

At this point he didn't know that he had been cheated. The invitation letter was not written by the Dragon King at all. It was clearly made by Cheng Shi himself.

This fortune-weaver is trying to cheat everyone to increase his chances of hosting this rally today, but... you said there are only six clowns, and even five of them are liars! ?

If he had known in advance that the so-called Joker was an organization consisting of only five scammers, then when he met the other Cheng Shi, he might never have believed that these five scammers were the hope of the world.

What are you doing?

What hope can be brought by a group of people who don't speak the truth?

Use lies to weave a gauze to cover up the wounds of this world?

It's so funny, what a clownish behavior.

Seeing this, Long Jing sneered: "What a cliché joke, Master Weaver, are you going to say next that there are people everywhere but we just can't see them?"

Cheng Shi spread his hands and said sincerely:

"I didn't say that. If you see that there are so many people here, I suggest you go back and find an ophthalmologist to check your eyes. Of course, you can also come to me. Although I am not an ophthalmologist, I am also an excellent doctor.

This is something that all of Dolgod's patients can attest to.

But today is not the delivery room where I practice medicine, but the home court of the clown.

As you can see, the Harlequins' meeting is about to begin."

As he spoke, Cheng Shi picked up the mask beside him and made an invitation gesture to everyone. His face became solemn and he said very devoutly:

“I know everyone has guessed it. Yes, Harlequin is indeed an organization created because of Him. If so, why don’t we loudly praise this greatest god in the universe before we begin?

Not distinguishing true from false…”

Cheng Shi shouted loudly, and his smiling eyes swept across everyone's faces.

Everyone present felt helpless, but they had no choice but to be pushed by this atmosphere to pick up their masks, gently covering their faces, and said in unison: "...Don't worry about whether it's true or not."

“Very good, you are very pious.

But I have to remind you that my Lord prefers falsehood. Your piety is actually a blasphemy against the God of Fun. Dragon King, please remember this for me. If anyone does something to offend the Clown in the future, I will use this memory of today to report it to you. "

"......"

"......"

"......"

Li Jingming was already numb. He didn't expect that he would be trapped here by Cheng Shi's words. If he remembered it now, it would mean that he agreed with the other party's absurdity and left evidence of his blasphemy. But if he didn't remember it, it would be a blasphemy against memory. It was blasphemy both ways. For a moment, this believer in "memory" didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Long Jing rolled his eyes at this kind of heresy, and Mi Lao Zhang was used to the other party's unconventional thinking and ignored him. Only Zhen Xin looked at Cheng Shi with a half-smile, knocking on the tombstone with her heels and said:

"I hope your next sentence will get to the point, otherwise my next sentence will get to the point."

"......"

Your main topic, could it be a "hee"?

Cheng Shi curled his lips and thought that young people nowadays are so impatient and can't wait at all. Since you don't want to wait, then come on.

So he stood up from the tombstone, bowed to everyone in a pretentious manner, and then sat down calmly, put his hands behind his back and rang the bone bell under the tombstone behind him, and seriously threw the first bomb of the gathering to the clowns who were watching him.

"The gods are not gods."

"!!!"

Everyone frowned after hearing this. Obviously this was not Cheng Shi’s storytelling style.

According to their understanding of Cheng Shi, if this fortune-teller does not fleece you before exchanging information, then it is still debatable whether what comes out of his mouth is true or not. It may not even be a lie, but some randomly pieced together words.

However, the atmosphere today is obviously different. Cheng Shi seems to have a strong desire to share, and it seems that underneath this strong desire to share there is a hint of...fear?

It's interesting that something can frighten a friend. Zhen Xin couldn't help but wonder what the truth of this world is that could make this fortune-teller who often laughs like a younger sister feel so scared.

Yes, as smart as she is, she has already guessed what Cheng Shi wants to say. The Weaver must have used this sentence to open the show to bring out the omniscient and omnipotent [Yuanchu]. Therefore, just by looking at the reactions of the crowd, one can know who the real clown in this venue is.

Unfortunately, Zhen Xin looked around and found that everyone was familiar with Cheng Shi’s argument, which meant that the clowns present already had a deep understanding of the current world.

This is indeed a rare intelligence gathering. Not only the words spoken at the meeting, but even everyone’s actions could be part of the intelligence.

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