Lao Liu has a long list of people he wants to resurrect. But it is estimated that they will not be resurrected, and more will definitely die in the future. And their lifespan cannot keep up with their own.
Therefore, immortals like this will inevitably fall into loneliness slowly. But Lao Liu will not give up early just because he will definitely give up in the future.
Anyway, if you can have one more day to drink with your brothers, then drink one more day.
"Wu Hui, how are you doing over there?" Lao Liu asked about the situation of his other brother.
I always feel that Lao Liu has too many brothers.
Wu Hui's clone is currently fighting interstellar pirates with Lu Meng. To them, the interstellar pirates are really a bunch of ants, the kind that can be killed with just two swipes.
Lu Meng, as the main attacker, killed very quickly. He wielded the Fang Tian Painted Halberd and destroyed three warships with one blow, causing the pirates to surrender in a hurry. Lu Meng then ran back to Wu Hui and asked for praise.
As Wu Hui's number one fan, Lu Meng expressed that she was very happy every day she spent with her idol. It's been decades and it's still like this. Wu Hui shook his head and said he couldn't understand.
After all, distance creates admiration, and being so close can lead to feelings of affection, closeness, and so on. But worship is really unusual. It can only be said that Lu Meng's brain circuit is quite magical. Can you still admire someone who sleeps with you every day?
Not necessarily, because the reason why you no longer feel admiration after getting close may be because you know too many details and true identity that you didn't know originally. But Wu Hui has always been the same on the outside.
Or maybe Lu Meng just likes to interact with Wu Hui like this, and doesn't really admire Wu Hui. If it were Du Ziming, he might be able to see more clearly, but Wu Hui could only rely on guessing about details.
After all, Lu Meng himself may not be able to explain this kind of thing clearly.
"Don't be such a nympho all day long." Wu Hui flicked her forehead, but Lu Meng continued to hug her with a smile.
"Sister Yin, can I play with your child after he is born?" Lu Meng brought up a new topic after her restlessness was over, and Wu Hui suddenly wondered - why you didn't give birth to her yourself.
But Ren Yin and himself will probably be busy even after the finals are over. It would actually be pretty good if Lu Meng was willing to play with the children by then.
It's a child's thing. If you want it to look cute, it's okay to play with it occasionally. But if you have to carry it with you every day, it will definitely be very hard. As far as their current situation is concerned, they can send their children to a nursery or have a specialized machine look after them, which is much more convenient than it was a few decades ago.
Wu Hui has no special interest in children. For people with a life span of tens of millions of years, there is really no rush to continue the bloodline. But there are quite a few girls around me who want to give birth.
Then let's wait until the decisive battle is over to unify. The timing is still not coincidental.
The rest that the playwright gave them, for five years, humans no longer had to do anything because of the devil. These five years have been very refreshing for them.
Maybe on the surface the difference isn't that big. But the mentality is very different. Others not hitting you and others not being able to hit you are completely different things.
If we really want to say it, the victory of civilization was actually achieved after defeating the Black Death, and the rest is the icing on the cake.
Demon gods such as rulers, gladiators, playwrights, and card players all cause relatively few mass casualties. Of course not necessarily, if indirect casualties are included. The playwright is actually second only to the Black Death.
Grand scenes, epic battles, the ugliness and glory of disaster. The background of these beautiful dramas is always death.
However, the playwright often just directs those events to make them more dramatic. After all, those periodic wars and disasters do not appear out of thin air.
Therefore, its harm is far less than that of the Black Death. But it is also something that must be defeated.
Five years have gone by in a blink of an eye. Du Ziming also returned.
"What have you been doing in the past five years?" Wu Hui frowned. He has always been concerned about Du Ziming's whereabouts, fearing that this guy might not play a big role for him in recent years. The result is really no trace at all.
Du Ziming looked weak: "Oh, it's okay, I've been having sex for five years."
"?" Wu Hui was confused.
It's reasonable, but after five years of doing that, I feel like, emmm, you are awesome.
Du Ziming stretched out: "When will the playwright come?"
Liu Dangren was holding a weapon next to him, and he had obviously been preparing for a long time. The battles in the past few years have made him seem to have become stronger again.
It's just that in the playwright's game, combat power is not the first element.
Soon, a gust of wind blew up.
The playwright holding an unknown musical instrument sat in a starry sky with his legs crossed: "It is very important to appear."
The playwright who has arranged countless civilizations and countless lives in the universe and has lived for more than a billion years, except for the Black Death, is the oldest playwright who grew from a human to a demon. Just like an ordinary bard who brags to people in the tavern. Not impressive at all.
Even seems kind of nice.
But no one will underestimate the demon god in front of them because of this. After all, it can be said that they could not get here without the help of the people in front of them.
No one knows how powerful the playwright is. In terms of frontal combat, he is definitely not as good as a gladiator, but a gladiator can't do anything to him anyway. Moreover, the Collector, the Black Death, and the Master all died several times under his arrangement. However, except for the Gladiator who had a fight with the playwright, none of the other demons said they died because of the playwright's arrangements. Revenge or something.
This demon is very mysterious. In terms of intelligence, he can compete with a chess player 50-50. He can play with people's hearts like a master. In terms of strength, he can suppress other demons and is only slightly weaker than a gladiator.
Taken together, this should be considered the strongest demon.
This is also the last hurdle that Wu Hui and the others face.
Although he was smiling and looking kind, as if he wouldn't do anything because of their game. However, anyone who dares to underestimate the playwright really has no right to stand here.
"Yeah. Ready."
"let's start."
"How to play?"
The playwright smiled: "I have set up the stage. Next, each of you will be an actor. Let's see if you can... play this scene well."
"One of you will retain the memory. You can choose who."
Old Liu smiled: "Do you still have to choose? It must be Wu Hui."
He patted Wu Hui on the shoulder. Wu Hui pushed up his glasses and did not deny this. Du Ziming next to him also nodded.
"Then, the actors are in place. The stage is in place." The playwright played the melodious piano: "The game... begins."
A curtain swept across.
The world in front of him was changing rapidly, and the flames around Wu Hui seemed to be much weaker. He came to a space where civilization was seriously scarce.
"The last game begins.
It may not be the last game. There will be extra episodes after that. You can tell me what you want to see. "
