[Deception] has some thoughts, but His thoughts are wrong.
Destiny is right. This world...will eventually return to nothingness."
After saying this, the time that condensed into a black hole in the void suddenly dissipated, as if all time had been sucked into the singularity.
[Memory] stood there in a daze, pondering the words of his brother god for a long time, and left with a frown.
He appeared again behind the noisy clown.
No matter how perceptive Cheng Shi was, he couldn't sense the approach of a true god. After walking around for a few rounds, he was tired and hoarse, and had already lost his patience. The words he shouted became extremely blunt and blasphemous.
He changed his strategy and tried to use words to stimulate [Memory]. He felt that with [Memory]'s enthusiasm for memory, it would be impossible for him to ignore this transaction.
As long as He comes out, he will be sure to get that vote.
Then, in the empty Tibetan library, a voice like this was heard:
"[Memory], come out to see me. I'll count to three. If you don't come, I'll call the God of Fun."
But as soon as he finished speaking, he shouted "3" again, and then laughed sinisterly:
"Hehehe, you forced me to do this!
Don’t distinguish between true and false, and don’t discuss the truth or falsehood.
My Lord, [Memory] there is no one at home, come quickly!"
After saying that, Cheng Shi, who had reached a dead end, turned around and looked back, and then he saw the boss's face right in front of him.
The boss looked indifferent and said with a half-smile:
"You keep counting. I want to see if He dares to come."
“!!!!!”
Cheng Shiren was stunned. His mind was blank. His hands hanging by his side pinched his thigh tightly. A voice in his heart said:
Dead legs, don't shake!
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