2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Can I ask why you don't want to come with us?"

After a brief silence, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the white woman's face, which looked a bit intoxicating against the surrounding firelight.

After learning that the three of her own party could not take away each other by force, she obviously planned to change tactics.

Yan Muyun grinned and responded with an equally "charming" smile: "Can I ask... why do you have to take me away tonight?"

The white woman put her index finger on her chin, tilted her head slightly, and showed a puzzled expression: "Because the original divine envoy wants to see you, isn't this reason enough?"

Yan Muyun suddenly laughed: "I thought your eloquence would be better than his, but I didn't expect it to be such a dry reason... Can't you make up a story that says, 'Only by summoning as many divine envoys as possible can we prevent the world from being destroyed. Destruction'...or something like 'this is the will of the gods, you are the chosen one by him'? Although the lines in this kind of movie are a bit cliché, it can be regarded as a 'noble reason' at least. I will still hesitate for a while..."

After he said these words, the expressions of the two people opposite him changed.

Yingshan Jiu, who had always had a cold face, widened his eyes slightly, with a hint of confusion on his young face.

The posing white woman froze completely, her face was full of surprise, and her body even trembled slightly unconsciously, as if she was terribly frightened.

Yan Muyun was made a little uncomfortable by their reactions. His eyes kept wandering between the two of them, wondering what he said wrong.

The originally tense atmosphere became a little weird at this moment, and it could even be said to be embarrassing.

After a long time, the white woman sighed quietly: "You are indeed a 'blasphemer'... You have no respect for God at all, and you can even lie about His will in such an understatement. ....."

Yan Muyun was silent for a moment, then suddenly shrugged: "Nuo, now you can see that I may not be suitable to be a divine envoy at all."

"Do you really like to be someone else's weapon?" Ying Shanjiu, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" The flames in Yan Muyun's eyes shook slightly.

"Literally." The white woman took over the conversation, her voice lost its original softness, and said coldly: "You have golden eyes, but you still stay here to receive so-called special training that has no meaning. This is obviously a waste of life. , but you enjoy it, I won’t comment on that. What about after the special training is over? What will be waiting for you? It’s nothing more than dealing with the enemies who oppose them according to China’s wishes. Don’t you understand? ? The role you play here is a weapon, a weapon that you hit wherever it points."

"That's interesting. It turns out you guys know how to chat." Yan Muyun chuckled and stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick his lips.

The white woman was not disturbed by him at all, and continued: "Follow us, and you will become a complete person with free will. No one can control you or restrain you anymore. You will become a being above the secular state. .”

Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a low voice: "No one can control me or restrain me... What about the gods? To put it bluntly, even if I go with you... I am still a weapon... It's just that It’s just that the person using the weapon is different..."

Yingshan Jiu's eyes bulged outwards. He had no idea that this guy could be so stubborn. Can the top government officials in secular countries be compared with gods? Can being commanded by a group of humans to do this and that compare with following the gods?

He subconsciously opened his mouth to refute, but was stopped by the white woman beside him.

The latter sighed and shook his head slightly: "It's useless. No matter how much you argue with him, it's useless. This person's heart...has no respect for the gods at all. Should he be called a 'blasphemer'? ?”

She then looked at Yan Muyun, and there was a hint of pity in the depths of her gray-blue eyes: "There is no faith, no free will, and no ability to think independently. I am willing to fall into the false beauty deliberately created by others, thinking that as long as I If you are obedient enough, all of this will continue naturally forever... It’s really sad.”

Yan Muyun's heart was stung for the first time. He stared at the other person with his eyes fixedly, and said in a hoarse voice: "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

The white woman raised her hand to cover her mouth, her slightly curved eyebrows seemed to be half sympathetic and half sarcastic: "You are not stupid... In fact, people who can get golden or silver pupils will not be too stupid, because the great Gods will not favor fools. You must have noticed it a long time ago, but you just don’t want to believe it. You try to convince yourself over and over again every day, and find various specious reasons to comfort yourself over and over again, just to let this illusory beauty continue. Go down..."

"Shut up...don't talk nonsense without evidence." Yan Muyun's tone became a little sinister.

"Look, he has guessed it a long time ago." The white woman smiled slightly, tilted her head slightly, and said to Ying Shanjiu.

The next second, the ground around the two people suddenly burst into flames several feet high. However, the two figures seemed to have distorted the surrounding time and space, moving several meters sideways out of thin air, and the rising pillar of fire did not even touch the corners of their clothes.

"Are you angry?"

The sarcasm in the white woman's eyes was even worse, but she did not continue to stimulate the other party: "Actually, I am just guessing about these. I only know a rough idea. As for the details, I don't know. But if you come with us, I I guarantee that you will get all the truth about this in the near future, and make those who try to fool you and deceive you pay the price they deserve..."

In the middle of her words, her figure swayed to the side without warning, and the soil next to her feet exploded into a deep pit more than a foot long. And almost at the same time, intensive gunshots came from the depths of the forest filled with fire and thick smoke.

The figures of the white woman and Takayama Jiu disappeared at the same time. Just a few seconds later, the gunshots deep in the forest stopped.

Through the cracks in the scorched branches, Yan Muyun could barely see the tall bear-like figure in the distance. This figure was much larger than Gao Cheng and Di Haotian and was easily identifiable. It could only be the magic hammer of the Dragon Sword Team. .

However, just a gray shadow flashed past, and the figure fell down.

There was no time to think about the other party's safety, but something happened somewhere else that made the flames in Yan Muyun's eyes tremble violently.

Yingshan Jiu's body was thrown out of the burning forest and hit the charred earth heavily.

I saw that his eyes rolled slightly, and he had already lost consciousness.

Then a figure that was extremely familiar to Yan Muyun flew out and landed lightly beside him.

"Let me guess...he used the power of the pale pupil to deal with you..." Yan Muyun smiled.

Although the pale pupil can slow down time, it cannot slow down people's thinking, and telekinesis abilities are activated by thinking.

Teacher Xu probably gave her the dean's extraordinary items, so Takayama Kucai fell into the trap unintentionally.

"It's so smart. It's a pity that I don't have any candy with me." Ye Buyu's tone sounded like he was praising a kindergarten child who was over three meters tall.