A million ways to survive in the dungeon

Chapter 388 388: The Queen of Nekomata

"Huh? Who are you, meow?"

Mao Nanbei looked back somewhat innocently.

He saw a girl who looked exactly like him standing behind him.

Even the clothes are exactly the same.

"Why do you look like me, meow?"

Mao Nanbei looked carefully and saw that there was indeed no difference in appearance, but in terms of details, the other party's style seemed to be much better than his own.

For example, there are some simple and beautiful patterns on the sailor suit, the skirt also has rhombus-like gold edges, and the shoes have turned into long boots, with soft gold threads and rhombus-shaped gems decorating the area around the knees.

Including the head, there is also a piece of red and white gem hair ornaments, made into the shape of a cat's head.

Including the hair, there is obviously no difference in the hairstyle, but the trend of the hair switches seems to have become more complicated.

Moreover, on the back of the upright cat ears, there are also half-wrapped earrings that are both beautiful and have a certain defensive effect.

Overall, if Mao Nanbei's painting style is an ordinary painting that costs 600 to 700 yuan a piece, the painting style of the new Mao Nanbei in front of you is a large-scale painting with extremely detailed details that costs 5,000 yuan a piece.

Have you ever played Sow Link? Probably just the difference in the vertical drawing of a character after breaking through to six stars, the complexity and precision have increased by more than one level.

"Do you still remember your name?" Mao Nanbei, who earned 5,000 yuan, had cold eyes and an ice-like indifference in his tone.

Mao Nanbei tilted his head: "Mao Nanbei, what's the problem, meow?"

"I meant your real name."

"Oh, is this the name the great god and Zhao Tianxiang gave me, meow?"

Five thousand yuan Mao Nanbei nodded.

Mao Nanbei put a white finger on his chin, thought for a moment, and said innocently: "Forget me, meow. My memory has never been very good. I just need to remember the name the dog gave me, meow."

Such an answer made Wuqianmao Nanbei sigh almost in despair.

"As expected, have you still become an idiot?"

She raised her head, a trace of sadness flashed in her emerald eyes: "Xie Mei, this is your name, do you remember it?"

"Evil...Charming?"

Two words, a simple name, are like opening a childhood treasure box hidden in the attic, revealing long-dusted memories.

"I...I seem to remember, nya."

Five Thousand Yuan Mao Nanbei nodded and said, "Do you still remember the real name of the great god?"

"Great God..."

Mao Nanbei tried to remember.

The secrets hidden deep in memory finally surfaced with the passage of time.

Mao Nanbei's eyes shrank.

"Zheng Yang...the great god's name is Zheng Yang, meow. Is he the dog's father, meow?"

"That's right, Zheng Yang! You are an experiment used to discover the truth that has been hidden outside the world.

Since the death of the Creator God, truth has completely disappeared from the world, but truth, like falsehood, is a part of the power separated from the way of heaven. In theory, the way of heaven is immortal, and truth and falsehood are immortal.

So where did the truth go?

Zheng Yang has always wanted to find out.

After the death of the Creator God, the truth dissipated in all worlds, quietly waiting for the right person to appear.

Since you can't find the truth directly, isn't it the same as creating a suitable person yourself?

So, you're the first generation... Hey, what are you doing? "

Five thousand yuan Maonanbei was halfway through talking when he discovered that Maonanbei had curled up on the ground and took a nap.

"Huh? Did you call me?"

"Why did you fall asleep while I was explaining to you?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, meow." Mao Nanbei smiled and waved his hand: "You spoke too long, and I felt a little sleepy after listening. I'll take a nap first, meow. It doesn't matter. It's up to you, I'll listen, meow."

"..."

Five Thousand Yuan Mao Nanbei pinched his painful eyebrows and asked, "Have I become this virtuous after being stripped of 90% of my intelligence?"

"I understand everything you said, meow."

Mao Nanbei yawned and said: "To put it simply, I am the puppet Meow created by Zheng Yang to inherit the truth?

It’s just that I was a first-generation product, and he failed, so he abandoned me. "

Five Thousand Yuan Mao Nanbei tilted his head and said curiously: "It's good that you understand, but you seem to be indifferent."

Mao Nanbei licked his hand and said softly: "So what? Is that important?"

The important thing is that I have met a dog now and I want to be with him. Nothing else matters.

Cats don't remember the past. "

"Is that so?"

"That's it, Meow. Also, I threw away the name "Xie Mei" a long time ago, Meow. Now my name is Mao Nanbei. It was the name given to me by the dog, Meow."

Back then, Zheng Yang removed 90% of my intelligence in order to gain control of me easily after obtaining the truth.

I thought I would become a retarded person, but I didn't expect...

Looking at the lazy look of Mao Nanbei in front of him, Mao Nanbei couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Maybe this kind of life now is what she (me) wants most, right?

Suddenly I felt that this was not bad.

"Are you sure you want to take away this power?" Thinking of this, Wuqianmao Nanbei said seriously: "This power was left to you by Zheng Yang.

It was originally used to test your strength after you obtain the truth in the future, so that you can help him activate the truth.

This is your power and special weapon.

But these are the power of the demon god, created by Zheng Yang's demon power taken from [].

Once you take it away, you will no longer be a monster, but will become a creature between a demon and a monster. "

When Mao Nanbei heard this, his ears perked up.

She looked steadily at the five thousand yuan Maobinnan, and said without thinking: "I want it, give it to me."

"Are you really sure?"

Mao Nanbei thought for a while and smiled calmly.

"Is it important? A dog won't dislike me just because I turn into another species. In that case, as long as I am still me, does it matter what I become?"

The innocent, even simple words made Wuqianmao Nanbei freeze in place.

Yes, is it important?

What species am I, where do I come from, does it matter?

No, none of it matters.

The important thing is...

It is enough to be able to always accompany the one you love and share weal and woe with him.

hehe.

Five thousand yuan Mao Nanbei smiled.

I am just a trace of my thoughts left behind before my intelligence was taken away. It is something similar to a holographic image left behind to guide myself in the future.

Unexpectedly, despite all my efforts, I could not see things as thoroughly and clearly as she did.

It seems that high intelligence is not all a benefit.

Thinking of this, Wuqianmao Nanbei's face showed a long-lost look of happiness for the first time.

"Cherish him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery quickly faded, and Mao Nanbei lost consciousness again.

Before completely losing consciousness, Mao Nanbei had a piece of information in his mind.

Although I can't restore your intelligence, at least I can return knowledge to you.

Take advantage of this power, this magic weapon, and this knowledge, and stay with your shit.

From today on, you are no longer Nekomata, but a being between a demon and a monster.

You have no foundation in the gods and cannot join any gods. You are a brand new species beyond the gods.

From now on, you are...

Mandrill!

…

"Wow!"

When he woke up again, Mao Nanbei found that he was still lying in front of the stone platform, naked, surrounded by burnt clothes and flesh.

But his body, which was almost completely destroyed, has been perfectly restored.

"Is this... a dream?" Mao Nanbei looked at his body with a somewhat unsatisfied intelligence.

Before she could react, an ominous purple halo like a demon appeared on her body.

These extremely high-purity magic elements were condensed and embodied in the blink of an eye, turning into a set of clothing that was exactly the same as the 5,000-yuan Mao Nanbei in the consciousness space.

Even the jewel-heavy hairpin and half-wrap earrings have been restored.

And in sight, his own data also disappeared.

replaced by…

Object: Cat Mandrill lv520

Class: unknown

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