Chapter 03 Who is that?

Hearing the voice, the military-clad man who had been silent all along finally raised his eyes indifferently and looked at Wu Fuyi calmly.

In this case, it is no wonder that Fu Jiao favored Deng Baoying the most.

He is indeed outstanding in appearance.

Handsome, sharp and extremely aggressive eyebrows, amber eyes with obvious animal features, and thin lips slightly pursed. The brilliant platinum-colored long hair that looks like flowing metal slants over the tall dark military uniform. The simply cut fabric cannot cover the broad shoulders, long legs, and smooth and powerful figure.

The man has been used to being a superior for seven thousand years. His body is cold, steady and full of oppression. Even if he is poked in the sore spot, his face remains calm.

It's just that the color of his eyes seems to be much darker than before.

"He's in a bad mood, don't mess with him."

The lynx on the side sipped the strong liquor, reached out to take another oversized crystal glass filled with ice cubes, and sneered as he poured it, "The divine imprint he left behind was the deepest, so the reaction to his return must be the greatest... I heard from my subordinates that His Excellency the Light blew up three S-class trial mechas in the training ground last night, and his snake adjutant hurriedly ordered people to drag them away for repair at night."

- Speaking of this, the lynx seemed to be gloating, and raised his emerald cat eyes: "Don't be depressed, do you want to drink?"

"One drink."

The man finally responded, his voice was a little hoarse than usual, but his tone was as steady as ever: "Thank you." He

filled the crystal cup with precious wine as if it was free. Deng Baoying lowered his long eyelashes, took the crystal cup and drank it all in one gulp, his Adam's apple rolling almost eagerly, trying to extinguish the wildfire in his heart that had been burning for a day and a night with the cold wine.

The high-necked shirt tightly covered the blood-red divine pattern from the neck to the collarbone, which was burning and restless, as if urging him to put down everything at hand and frantically seek the comfort of the master regardless of everything.

Lynx was right, spiritually, he was undoubtedly the most dependent on the existence of the Lord.

Seeing him drink the wine in the glass directly, she twitched her eyebrows and pulled the corner of her mouth, and silently put the cork back into the bottle.

She shrugged and opened her lips, as if she was about to say something comforting, when she heard the door of the living room suddenly opened.

"Good day, everyone."

Guan Jiu strode into the living room.

He raised his usual frivolous tone and looked around at the three lords present with a smile. The blood-red silk dress that looked like gauze fluttered behind her, which was simply high-profile: "It's been a long time since we last met... Oh, my dear Ms. Lynx, your fashion sense is still so breathtaking."

Being cueed for no reason, Lynx's mouth twitched suddenly, and a trace of impetuous and mocking expression appeared between her eyebrows, and she was about to retaliate immediately.

But before she could open her mouth, Wu Fuyi on the opposite side was quick-witted and smiled and diverted the signs of the quarrel between the two old enemies.

"You are late, Guan Jiu," the gentle and warm Xuelu smiled and poured him a glass of wine, and said in a calm tone, "How about a glass of self-punishment?"

Guan Jiu smiled refreshingly, and did not refuse, tilting his head back and drinking the strong and fine brew in the glass.

His Adam's apple on his pale neck rolled a few times, and he threw the dried crystal glass aside, and took a few steps to sit in his own seat.

"Such a heavy resentment," he said directly without hiding anything, "Let me guess, it's because of the quarrel with that person?"

The word "that person" was said lightly by Guan Jiu, as if the person in question was not worth mentioning at all. The lynx opposite could not help but sigh and whispered: "Guan Jiu!"

The androgynous jellyfish looked at her innocently, narrowed its eyes evilly, and smiled.

It seemed to be asking "what's wrong".

Probably because he felt that he shouldn't bother with a madman, the lynx sneered, turned his head and stopped talking.

There was silence in the living room for a while, and the shadow of the lamp seemed to adjust its breathing, and then slowly raised the curtains.

His platinum hair was rarely messy, and his voice seemed to remain steady. Only those who were familiar with him could distinguish the tremor in his voice, whether it was excitement or pain: "The Lord God has awakened."

The handsome man in military uniform had a hoarse voice, and habitually put his slender white gloves on the table, and his amber eyes narrowed slightly: "She is back."

"Yes, I know," Guan Jiu smiled and narrowed his eyes, "I heard that last night, the base and the Inspectorate dispatched more than 3,000 drones to search the border of the entire M31 galaxy, just to find the slightest movement of life in that place where no one shits... You official people are really sincere, I am almost moved."

At this point, he exaggeratedly raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Lynx also narrowed his eyes, and seemed to be a little angry. Wu Fuyi spoke again to mediate, saying gently: "The Lord God will inevitably awaken. The base, the Chief Inspectorate and the Institute all support bringing the Lord God back to the temple secretly. What do the black market think?"

"My side?"

Guan Jiu looked around with innocent eyes wide open, and smiled frivolously: "You all agree to find her? Why?"

Deng Baoying said calmly: "She is the Lord God."

Guan Jiu raised his voice: "She abandoned us first."

The tail of this sentence floated back and forth in the living room, and it sounded very clear.

In the dead silence, Deng Baoying lowered his long platinum eyelashes and did not refute the other party's words.

"She left us without a word back then, and there has been no news for seven thousand years. We can't even find her anywhere," Guan Jiu crossed his arms as if sarcastically sneering, and every word was very practical. "After so many years of ups and downs, when we were working so hard to build the federation, where was she? Who knows what world she

was in, eating, drinking, having fun, and picking up kids?" "She said she would stay with us back then."

The red-eyed poisonous jellyfish said coldly, "A liar should swallow a thousand needles." "

...She is a god." Deng Baoying raised his eyes and looked into the pair of sarcastic red eyes. His tone was calm, but he slightly emphasized the last word.

"God? God can deceive and treat everything as straw dogs?" Guan Jiu chuckled, looking straight at the handsome and steady man in military uniform in front of him, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Deng Baoying, after all, isn't the Lord God the culprit for your transformation into the half-human, half-ghost appearance you have now? Do you dare to say that you have never had any resentment towards her in these seven thousand years?"

"You slaughtered the entire tribe, but she still left you here and disappeared without a trace? We are all the same people, why are you pretending..."

"Guan Jiu." Deng Baoying interrupted him lightly, "No one else needs to worry about my affairs for the time being."

Guan Jiu was choked by him, and a squeezed laugh came out of his throat, but he didn't continue.

Griffins are a fierce and aggressive tribe. Without the control of the god, Deng Baoying seems calm, but in fact his mental state is very beautiful.

It would be no good for Guan Jiu to really provoke this beast that lost its wife and could attack at any time.

"In fact, whether from a personal perspective or from the long-term perspective of the Federation's future, I agree that we should bring back the Lord God."

Wu Fuyi raised his hand again to smooth things over, with an impeccable smile on his face: "In the past hundred years, the galactic storms in the galaxies on the Federation's borders and the inevitable emergence of mutant beasts after the storms have become increasingly serious. The Institute is at a loss as to what to do about it. Even the last project on 'the cause of the appearance of mutant beasts' has come to a standstill... At present, we can only guess that the galactic storm that appeared without reason a thousand years ago is inextricably linked to the sleep of the Supreme God."

"As of last month, two large-scale storms have broken out this year, consuming a lot of manpower and material resources at the base, and even affecting other habitable planets with large populations."

At this point, he turned his head slightly and looked at Guan Jiu, who was sneering with his arms folded: "I remember that the black market has also been developing industrial chains and galaxy migration plans on various deserted planets on the border of the Federation for nearly a hundred years, right?" "

If we can find the Lord God, maybe she will have a way to solve this problem?"

"..."

Guan Jiu was silent for a moment, turned his eyes to the side, and chuckled: "Whatever you want."

"But we have to hide her well," the beautiful and evil poisonous jellyfish shrugged, stood up, and said in a light and cynical tone, "The world today is not the old shabby wasteland civilization. Even if it is a miracle, it is not worth mentioning in front of the starship mortars of the planetary level. The wisdom of the creatures in the Federation is countless, and the divine power is no longer glorious."

Guan Jiu lowered his voice slightly, but his eyes were full of coldness: "-I really want to know, can the creatures imprison the gods."

This sounded really treasonous.

Deng Baoying narrowed his amber beast eyes slightly, like a sign of a wild beast hunting.

Although they were all old acquaintances who were brought up by the Lord of God and had worked together for 7,000 years, friction in daily life was inevitable.

The air seemed to freeze and stagnate for a moment, and then, as if by coincidence, a respectful and vigilant knock was heard at the door of the reception room.

Deng Baoying's snake adjutant walked into the reception room quickly.

The atmosphere in the reception room was depressing and solemn, and the young adjutant seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He leaned down and respectfully handed the document to Deng Baoying.

"Sir," the adjutant lowered his voice deliberately, but the living room was so silent that the deliberately lowered voice could be clearly heard in the hall, "...The drone sent images. Last night, after the meteor shower in the M31 galaxy, there was indeed an abnormal wave falling from the sky."

"But the galaxy is too large, and the wave disappeared immediately after it landed. It is impossible to immediately determine its direction..."

"..."

The whole place was silent.

Guan Jiu lowered his eyes and said nothing. The fingertips that were playing with the wine bottle trembled, and the bottle almost fell on the expensive carpet.

Deng Baoying exhaled deeply and slowly.

He stood up and slowly straightened his cuffs. The tall man cast a cold and hard shadow with his back to the light. His posture was dignified and calm, and his tone was still calm and polite: "As you can see, I probably have to leave."

"As for the disagreement between us..."

He calmly glanced at his colleagues and nodded slightly: "You also know my current 'disease'."

"Before finding the Lord God, no one wants to be targeted by a mad dog who has lost his mind, right?"