Great Creator

Chapter 129: One word awakens the dreamer (12)

Beads of sweat dripped down from the top of Zhu Yao's head. He was thinking desperately, but because of nervousness, he couldn't answer any of them for a while.

Xi Yuan sighed:

"Zhu Yao, you have regressed. No wonder my father told me that you no longer have the aura of the past, and you are bound by your arrogance and competitive heart. The dragon slayer will become a dragon—you, stand here today Arguing with the people of the academy, but your thinking, isn't it just that you have fallen into the same nest as the academy faction!"

"Zhu Yao, you have let him down, you have already lost the qualification to go to the heaven."

Xiyuan's words completely shattered Zhu Yao's fantasies and dreams.

The world in front of him seemed to be peeling off layer by layer around him. Zhu Yao stood on the spot in a daze, feeling his hands and feet were cold. His previous pride, complacency, and sharpness all seemed so empty and ridiculous.

Zhu Yao's legs went limp and he knelt down on the ground.

He raised his head and looked at Xi Yuan, with tears streaming down his cheeks, he cried and said:

"No, please don't give up on me..."

He also thought about all kinds of strange questions when he was a child, but none of these questions could be answered in the world. After a long time, he also forgot the words that insulted the ancients, and he got into the nest of the ancients by himself and studied From the knowledge of the ancients.

Zhu Yao was already extremely intelligent, and he also had four years of study in the academy. Once he started to ponder over the set of things in the academy, coupled with the discussions in the debate meeting over the past few years, his knowledge improved rapidly, and soon he could almost argue in debates. To the extent of a senior like Mr. He.

This made him extremely proud, and he spent more time on the debates on the classics of the academy. On the contrary, he almost didn't think about those issues when he was a child, thinking that he was just a childish childishness.

To this day, Xiyuan's question seems to have directly lifted the cover of his celestial spirit, and stuffed ice cubes into his head. It was icy cold and woke him up from his dream of fame.

"I can't answer these questions alone. I have failed my father's expectations for me in the past thirteen years."

Zhu Yao's body was lying on the ground with his head bowed, but a big man couldn't help but have a sore nose.

Thirteen years, how many more thirteen years can there be in a person's life, and he actually wasted his time in these unnecessary arguments with others.

So what if you win the debate, so what if you sharpen your lips?

He has lost his most precious thing!

Xi Yuan turned around and left.

Zhu Yao immediately scrambled and followed behind.

Only then did everyone present wake up.

The woman in front of me is so talented, is it possible that she is really the daughter of a saint?

Mr. He also hurriedly called out: "Miss Huang, wait a minute, can you stay and talk about it in detail?"

The organizer also shouted: "Girl, since you beat Zhu Yao, this reward is yours."

Xi Yuan stopped and turned around, and said to the three people behind:

"I came here just to find Zhu Yao. Since he can't answer, my mission is over."

"Don't go!" Zhu Yao desperately grabbed Xiyuan's clothes, and then knelt down on the ground with a plop.

In fact, his behavior was very indecorous, but he had put all his eggs in one basket and had no other choice.

"Girl, please, please help me to plead with my respected father, don't give up on me, give me another chance."

Xi Yuan turned her head to look at Zhu Yao, she thought that God Father specially asked her to come to Zhu Yao, maybe it just showed God Father's attitude.

Because Xiyuan is the most benevolent and compassionate of the three ancestor gods, letting Xiyuan come over means that the Father God is willing to give Zhu Yao another chance.

She called Xiao Ke with the communication device she carried with her.

Because as the three gods of the human race, Dongyao Xiyuanlihuo is different from other artificial intelligences. They all carry wireless devices with them, so that they can connect to the Internet at any time even if they are outside the boundary.

After a while, Xi Yuan spoke.

"Zhu Yao, my father has called back."

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Zhu Yao knelt on the ground and dared not get up.

Xiyuan recounted:

"The population of the human race is nearly 20 million, including one person, but it is only a drop in the ocean. Most people live following the trajectory of others, repeating the life that countless predecessors have repeated. What others have, they also have. Running around is just to seek the same. But you are different, you are born with a broad mind and outstanding talent, you can think what others dare not think, and do what others cannot do."

"Don't be fooled by the external glitz, your value lies in your uniqueness."

Zhu Yao pressed his fingers on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, and tears finally rolled down his cheeks drop by drop.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

"The promise back then is still valid. My father will come to see you in person after 22 years. I hope you don't let him down then."

"See you next time, and I will never disappoint the god again."

"Okay." Xiyuan replied lightly.

Then, Zhu Yao's hands could no longer grab her clothes.

He lowered his head, not daring to lift it up again, but he knew that Xi Yuan had already left.

"There are still twenty years... No, I only have twenty years!"

Zhu Yao stood up silently, recalling his past life. When he was only fifteen years old, he was not afraid of anything. When he was in his twenties, he still felt young and smart. Suddenly realized that twenty years later, he would already be a half-year-old man of forty-eight, and he had already passed more than half of the time. In twenty years, can he meet the requirements of that god, and can he answer those questions? Or, to re-explore his own path?

Twenty years is really too short.

Zhu Yao was disappointed for a long time, and then, he never answered the call of the organizer and Mr. He behind him, and left the high platform of the justification meeting.

"Snow, I'm here to see you."

"Father God!...Wow, Father God is here in real body! That's great!"

The petite silver-haired girl flew out from the third floor of the building, her starry eyes shining.

Xueshang is really happy, because it is once again on average every 27 years-of course, the visiting time of Father God is once a month.

It's a pity that every time the Father God came over, he was doing business and didn't spend much time with her.

But this time it's different, this time it's the real body! You know, Huang Si seldom used his real body to come over, and he only saw it once before on Xueshang.

Huang Si didn't know about Xueshang's little thoughts at all, he was thinking about the scale of monsters in Dahuang.

The data on Dahuang's side has always been counted on the snow. It is submitted once every 27 years. He has read it before he came, and now it is suspended in the sky above Dahuang to compare the data with the actual situation one by one.

"There are 19 kinds of monsters in total, all of which have an intelligence of over 70 points. Among them, the two with an intelligence of over 90 are the Firefox and the Spirit Dragon."

"There are a total of 158 kinds of beasts, 20 of which are estimated to be above A-level, and 5 of which are S-level."

"Among them, there are 25 kinds of large-sized beasts, 7 kinds of monster beasts, 12 kinds of fierce beasts, and 6 kinds of ordinary beasts."

"There are quite a lot of species, but the quality is not enough. There are too few large beasts, and many of them are large in size, but their combat effectiveness is not strong, or even very weak."

"Small ferocious monsters have strong combat power and intelligence, which is good. But I think a larger size can better reflect the style of Monster Hunter."

When Huang Si was reading the materials, he had been covering the whole wilderness with his consciousness, observing the beasts living in it, and their physical data were also clear at a glance.

When he said the last sentence, Yukigami asked doubtfully, "The style of Monster Hunter?"

Huang Si just explained: "Monster Hunter, hunting is a verb."

"Oh!" Xue Shang nodded clearly, so it was easy to understand.