Chapter 55 Please.

The brat's voice sounded much hoarse, not as carefree and shameless as before when he asked for money.

Guan Jiu leaned on the imperial concubine couch, picked a bunch of grapes and stuffed them into his mouth, squinting his eyes slightly: "What? I heard that you ran away from the temple before...you have no money? You finally remembered to ask someone for money?"

"Forget it, it's okay, he who knows the current affairs is a hero."

Guan Jiu did not make it difficult for him, and commented casually: "Well. You write me a three thousand word self-criticism, and I will..."

"Adoptive father," Guan Buhui said softly, "I am now in the M31 star system, on the Federation's combat readiness warship."

"..."

Guan Jiu's lazy smile froze for a moment, and he consciously exerted a little force under his fingertips, and the sweet and sticky juice of the grapes burst.

He sat up straight, and the slight smile faded: "What are you doing there?"

His voice seemed as calm as ever, but it also contained a tense and gloomy meaning. Guan Buhui understood him, this was how Guan Jiu behaved when he was unhappy.

"I don't want to, but there's nothing I can do."

Guan Buhui miraculously found that he didn't seem to be as scared as before. Perhaps it was because too many things had happened in the past month. Looking back, it seemed that everything he was afraid of before was not worth mentioning.

Adjutant Maine only gave him one hour to communicate, so he didn't have time to talk to Guan Jiu about anything else. He moved his wrists that were handcuffed, and spoke very quickly to explain his current situation.

"——It's a long story. In short, the monster is now in the M31 galaxy. The entire galaxy is sealed off. The situation is very urgent. The military can't transport the survivors out. I traded an hour of communication time with the military. The price is to persuade you to send people to support the M31 galaxy..."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Jiu couldn't help but chuckled in a mocking way: "You made a deal with the military, and the price of the deal was to let me send troops? Don't you want to laugh when you say this? Guan Buhui?"

"I have taught you game planning for so many years. Is this how I taught you?"

"These things were caused by you." Guan Buhui spoke directly.

...The brat is much more irritable than before. Guan Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly and paused for half a second.

It was this half a second that was deliberately left that allowed Guan Buhui to regain the initiative in the conversation.

"-- It was the monster you created, right?" Guan Buhui swallowed his saliva, seemed to calm down, and asked, "The Pirate War more than ten years ago was also instigated by you, in order to conceal the news of 'creating a god' from the public... A few months ago, you also deliberately asked me to patrol the test area. You knew that I would definitely take this opportunity to play around, so you had the opportunity to put me next to President Deng... " "And what

you said to me before... After coming to the M31 galaxy, I thought about it for a long time."

"Some things, have you thought about it a long time ago?"

The small and closed room was silent. Guan Jiu on the other end of the intelligent computer didn't say anything for some reason. Guan Buhui's heart was pounding.

"You want to use that false god to accomplish something, right? Something you have been planning for a long time and it is very important to you. Even... Lord Lynx and the others know about it."

"But even you didn't expect that the false god would get out of control and the situation would become like this, right?"

"Why... foster father, you can get everything, everything is within reach... the entire black market is in your hands, and even the top federal officials have your spies, why did you have to create that kind of monster? I really don't understand?"

"So... what you want has nothing to do with these, right."

The heartbeat was like the roar of a drum, and the atmosphere in the small space was stagnant to freezing point. It seemed that the other end of the communication had been disconnected, and Guan Buhui could only hear his own voice ringing very slowly.

"Does what you imagined have anything to do with 'God'?"

On the other end of the line, Guan Jiu's fingertips, which were pressing on the crystal tea table, turned slightly white due to the force. He lowered his eyelids slightly, and his gorgeous red hair curled slightly and fell down, covering his upturned, sharp eyes.

Perhaps the signal from the M31 galaxy was completely cut off by the false god, and Guan Buhui's communication on the other end was intermittent, but it did not prevent the sentence from being transmitted completely.

"I checked the information in the Capital Star Library. The heirs in the past had been cared for by the gods... If 'gods' really exist, if there really was something that could not be explained by science that created civilization, then everything would make sense. Why would President Deng build a temple? Why do you always avoid talking about the past, but you have been particularly diligent in intervening in the Federation recently... What..." "

Also, why would the president go specifically to pick up a cub of unknown origin, why are all of you so concerned about her, why is the temple closed all day after it was opened, why does she have no common sense, like a newborn baby..."

"Guan Buhui." Guan Jiu's cold and threatening voice came out, but it did not interrupt Guan Buhui's increasingly fast speech.

After saying such a long string of words, he panted, his heartbeat roared, licked his cracked lips, and finally uttered the truth.

"She, she is God, right? She..."

"..."

Guan Buhui suddenly strangled his throat and uttered a hard groan in disbelief.

The pink and purple-haired little parrot realized that he couldn't even say that name.

It was like a hard stone stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, and it made his vocal cords hot, but he just couldn't say it. Pinyin, vowels, prosody - all were blocked.

No, not just the name.

He searched his old memories in horror. Everything that happened in the temple, everything he had done with Fu Jiao, became blurry and vague. The slender girl-like shadow was like an illusion separated by a layer of movie screen. He even forgot her face, her appearance, and her voice.

It was as if... as if something had been torn off from his memory.

When he recalled it again, the figure that should have been familiar to him was left with only a gray void.

"...Can't tell?" Guan Jiu's cold, expected voice came over, as if mocking, "That name, and her identity, can't tell?"

Guan Buhui's pupils trembled slightly, and he covered his mouth and raised his head wolfishly.

"That's normal. After all, she doesn't exist in the form of a 'physical body' now. It's reasonable that you can't remember that existence."

"Come to think of it, the false god was right. You are quite favored by 'her'. Even in this state, you can still remember her existence. In the past, this was a treatment only heirs could enjoy. How about it, is it an honor?"

Guan Jiu smiled and stuffed another full grape into his mouth: "It seems that you have suffered a lot in the past few months, and your brain has become brighter. However, it doesn't make much sense."

The young parrot with pink and purple hair almost stopped breathing.

"I'm just guessing about the rest of the things," he pressed his throat, and it took him a long time to find his voice, and he spoke in a dry voice: "I also want to make a deal with you... These are all the sincerity I can give you."

"Speak." Guan Jiu said slowly.

"I will go back to the black market. Mecha driving, financial operations, combat skills... everything I should learn, the qualities that a young master of the black market should possess, I will learn them all," Guan Buhui leaned forward slightly, cold sweat oozing from his back, and he just stared at the old computer screen, "I will never rebel again, I will do my best... be your adopted son, and bring glory to the black market, I swear."

"These are what you should do, and now you want to use them to make a deal with me?" Guan Jiu sneered, reaching out to push the bowl of grapes aside, "What's the price? What do you want?"

After a brief silence, Guan Buhui whispered dryly: "...Send someone, adoptive father."

"Not only me... they all need help. Lynx doesn't seem to be able to hold on for much longer. I know you have a bad relationship - but aren't you afraid..."

"Aren't you afraid that she will see it."

Guan Jiu cast his gaze coldly on the light screen, listening to the ignorant pink and purple-haired little parrot, who even brought out the name of the Supreme God to beg his adoptive father: "She wouldn't want to see you like this, you are all her heirs, aren't you. Foster father... please."

"Please."

"...You shouldn't beg me," the poisonous jellyfish said coldly after a moment of silence, "Even if I don't do it, there will be 'her' to help you. That guy is soft-hearted and will never watch the heir he chose suffer in the world."

"Everything you do for the M31 system is meaningless. Once the gods come, all the time here will be reversed. Even if I send troops to help, it will be meaningless."

"It does make sense," Guan Buhui's Adam's apple rolled, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, "I'm only twenty, not as smart as you, and I really can't think of any better way."

"But as long as we do it, it's better than nothing."

"..."

*

"Sometimes I really don't understand you worldly humans."

The lynx couldn't stop coughing up blood when it was held high in the air by the neck. The dark blood was mixed with corrosive internal organs and dripped down. The metal prosthesis on the right arm was useless. The high-hardness alloy was twisted into a weird arc and couldn't bend.

The pale hand, like a sharp claw, was stuck on her throat precisely. She couldn't breathe in or out. The suffocating pain was stuck in her throat. Even her eyes were turned into a chaotic blackness, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

"You are the heir, one of the creatures most favored by the gods. Why do you want to join the human camp?"

"Since you are favored by the Lord God, shouldn't you kneel at her feet and give everything for the glory of the gods?"

The false god tilted his head, stretched out his hand lightly, and shook her throat: "Hey, can you still speak? I didn't tear your vocal cords..."

"Cough."

He shook it so lightly, and the lynx's body suspended in the air curled up slightly, like an animal being hung up, and spit out a large mouthful of black blood as if it didn't need money.

She had tried Guan Jiu's poison before, and had also drunk poisoned wine in the training base, but she had never seen such a strong poison.

It seemed as if all her internal organs had been dissolved into rotten meat. The pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe. Her lungs were like a broken bellows, and she could only wheeze and exhale.

"......"

"Ding."

A very faint sound suddenly rang out between the two people who were in deathly silence.

The false god was a little surprised, and looked down, only to see that the fragmented intelligent computer tied to the wrist of the lynx suddenly emitted intermittent electronic sounds.

"......'Guan Jiu's' communication is being connected...... No response from the owner, automatically connecting the message."

"Connection successful."

Lynx seemed to suddenly wake up for a moment, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he struggled to turn off the intelligent computer.

But it was too late.

The communication of the intelligent computer had already been connected.