There's always someone else calling the shots. He also had to comply.
For example, Lameier's conductor. For example, someone standing calmly on one side of a demiplane that serves as a crossroads looks like the only local resident giving directions.
(Oh. Are you talking about Wei Xing Qi Nian? Walk out along the fifteen-degree angle until you can’t walk anymore, then go up thirty degrees until you can’t walk anymore. This guy has an honest face. She is gentle and innocent, and her tone of voice is like herding sheep. Although Lamel is not gentle, she can still be considered realistic and true to her word. She will never harm you - but it doesn't actually matter. When he doesn't know anything , he has to listen to whatever other guys say)
Shishu accepted the advice of Lamel and the resident. Along the tortuous plane passage (you have to follow the intermittent traces, but keep a distance and avoid the whirlpool, otherwise you will either get lost or your body will be torn apart. He knows that some interdimensional hunters are drifting period, this is what he did when all the maps started to make mistakes) all the way forward, trudging through a gravitational plane (a real plane) with a radius of 200,000 miles. He can perfectly avoid it as long as he goes up or down. The problem is As long as he goes up or down, he will completely lose his direction), and then desperately try to find a way to avoid the bottomless pits in the universe that are corroded by empty energy.
Without the help and light of guidance from my fellow travelers, my wings are getting heavier and heavier. If he hadn't been so confused about the purpose of this journey, Xishu felt that he would have felt proud that "this is a commendable and promising contribution."
At first, Xishu was very frightened about the meeting with the so-called Necromancer. He didn't know how the other party would treat him, nor how he would treat the other party, so he couldn't help but start to outline some scenarios in his mind to prepare his reaction.
It wasn't long before he became so dizzy and tired that he forgot all about it.
By the time he arrived at the Dreambringer's Cradle (according to Keqier, the establishment of the Wei Xing Qian Meng was completed by a giant dragon, which had an "absolutely convenient and secret" entrance to the Dreambringer's Cradle), he was almost there. I almost forgot about the nightmares that have been lingering in my mind for the past two days, and the scene where they met with Chaint Xincades through the Wheel of Set just now (or three months ago, who knows?).
When he emerged from an air-dried insect den in embarrassment with fragments of wings and a rotten carapace (in order to avoid two idle demons, he had no idea how they appeared on his path - more The big possibility is that he appeared on their only path), and he has become the bravest and boldest angel in the world.
Xishu is arrogant and ready to face all tests.
At least that's what he thought when he floated into Yimeizi's office and looked into the skull's abnormally shining golden eyes.
"Take him down and deal with it." The skeleton only glanced at him and waved. Two strange-looking creatures with tall, arched backs came forward, grabbed Xisu's arms, and dragged him down.
"What are you doing?" Xishu shouted. Trying to root yourself to the floor. He didn't panic - he hadn't reacted yet. "Chief Lamere asked me to come here to find you." Yes. He seems to have suddenly discovered some kind of loophole in the world. When he doesn't know the honorifics, he doesn't need to use them...
"I am the angel Hishu. I was sent here by command," he said. He burst out with firm strength, making it impossible for the two rickety creatures to pull him. (Oh my God. He's doing great. Great job. Great future. But now what?) "Chief Cozier and Chief Lamel asked me to come to you." They are all trapped in the underworld and their lives are in danger at any time," he said. The characters are straight and round. He also wanted to make more remarks in a clear tone. Unfortunately there is nothing more to say.
"The situation is very complicated," he said. Concentrate all your energy to shape the atmosphere. "I hope you understand—"
"I understand." Yimeiz said. His voice crackled, breaking the air. Are all the voices of the undead like this? "You don't have to tell me anything, I know everything." His golden eyes flashed meaningfully.
"Oh. That's good." Xishu heard himself say stiffly. (Then what?? What then????) "You——"
As soon as Metz raised his little finger (thankfully he interrupted), the two rickety creatures retreated.
They let him go as suddenly as they caught him. Xishu had no idea what happened in this short moment to cause such a change in form.
The original Olympian mage waved and motioned for him to come over. In front of him was a pure gold counting table. But it is slightly different from the golden color of divine brilliance, its luster is cold.
Xishu walked to the opposite side of Yimezi.
"This is a Mathematical Olympiad Academy." Yimeizi said. (Hmm. The topic was abrupt and the intention was completely unclear. But it was better than asking him to insist on things he didn’t even know about.) "In the not-too-distant future." Metz said slowly. "This will become the core training base in the universe. We will teach the most cutting-edge knowledge in the entire world here. Cultivate more calculators. Cultivate more users of applied computing. Continuously promote the situation to proceed according to our calculations. Continuously calculate Create a new and more perfect situation. Complete the achievement of the final blueprint."
"Yeah." Xishu nodded. "Great. But what does that have to do with me now?" (No doubt about it. He was guilty of these crimes. Crime 1: Commenting on something he had no idea about. Crime 2: Knowing he was guilty. Crime Three: Utilitarian, graceless, self-centered debate.)
"I am an undead spirit. As you can see." Yimez said calmly. It seemed that his attempt to take him out and "dispose of" him just now was just an accident. "But I don't agree with the complete removal of consumers and the too blind and too radical necromancy."
He continued to explain patiently. "I only serve my own intentions. Of course, I am not opposed to matters between life and death, and a certain degree of cooperation - my selection of partners is absolutely reasonable and without bias.
The undead have many advantages that the living do not have. They are simple, hard-working and understand sustainable development. "
"Um."
Xishu nodded again. (Yes. He didn’t understand a word he said. But this wasn’t the first time this happened today. He was fearless, admirable, and had a bright future.) “Why are you telling me this?”
"Because you don't know. And I know everything."
"Oh-" Xishu said. Think about it. "So, my questions can be solved here?" He quickly grasped the thoughts that flashed through his mind. "I came with a mission. Do you think this mission is urgent? Should we deal with it immediately?"
A cold gaze crossed his face.
"It's not that urgent." Yimeizi said.
"That's great." Xishu nodded again. "Then answer my question first. How about it?"
(End of chapter)
