In the face of this ability, all efforts seem very feeble.
But it turns out that this method can work, at least now his mind is filled with lust.
Maimaiti glanced at Joey through her eyes. The expression on her face didn't change much, and she still had the same calm demeanor.
"It's an interesting idea, but as a gentleman, it's very rude in front of a beautiful lady."
"Hmm..." She tilted her head slightly, as if she had thought of something: "I don't use my abilities all the time. If that happens, I will go crazy. Mr. Creevey, I think we can talk in a normal way."
As soon as she said these words, Joey felt that the feeling of being watched all the time disappeared.
It's a wonderful and relaxing feeling for one minute. You don't have to be careful about your thoughts and ideas.
What does she mean? Don’t know how to use your abilities all the time?
After thinking for two seconds, Joey suddenly realized.
This is indeed very reasonable. If you continue to accept the psychological activities and emotional changes of the people around you, normal people will go crazy, let alone extraordinary people who are always fighting against themselves.
"It seems that you understand what I mean." Maimaiti said with approval, then spread his hands, seeming to enjoy the afternoon sunshine.
Hot and warm, it had been a long time since Joey had experienced this feeling, a year, two years, maybe a lifetime ago.
"You don't seem surprised?"
Joey shook the cup in his hand, and the rich aroma spread, which made people nostalgic.
"Are you talking about the sun?" He stretched out a hand and let the sun shine on it.
"Senagal, the sun should not have appeared for a thousand years."
Joey nodded, with a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. He seemed to have guessed this person's identity, but now he needed more clues to verify it.
"Judging from your reaction, you have seen the sun. If you were born in Senegal, you would not behave like this."
"Ancestors, am I right?"
I want to get information from her, but she is also curious about my identity?
But what does ancestors mean?
He subconsciously asked:
"What are the ancestors?"
Sure enough, she was not in a state where her ability was activated.
At least now, Joey doesn't feel like he's being spied on.
Maimaiti took a sip of the coffee in the cup and tilted her head slightly, as if recalling some distant memories.
After waiting for several seconds, Shi Shiran said:
"Today's people should be called the remnants of the old era." He said with a click of his tongue: "Humans before the Disaster Era."
"The era of blank general history!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Joey noticed something was wrong. He didn't want to speak at all. He just raised a thought in his mind and said it automatically.
He looked at the woman opposite with a wary look.
I don't know why, but suddenly I remembered something.
I would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe what a woman says.
What do you mean by saying that you won't use your abilities?
···When dealing with such high-sequence extraordinary beings, you really have to be careful. If you don't pay attention, you will get tricked.
The two looked at each other, and Maimaiti shook his head and said:
"I didn't lie to you. You should know that as a high-ranking person, I will have some ideas of my own due to my own extraordinary characteristics."
Maimaiti raised her body slightly to put herself in a comfortable position.
"For example, many times, I can't help but make trouble or make a little joke."
"That's not my intention, it's a characteristic that I can't control myself."
Maimaiti's words completely confirmed Joey's suspicion.
The identity of the woman in front of her is ready to be revealed.
The daughter of the ancient sun god and the god of mischief.
Maimaiti suddenly stood up, the sea breeze gently ruffled her blond hair, and she raised her head and glanced at the blue sea not far away.
"Can you tell me what kind of world that is?"
Her eyes were deep, and there was a deep desire and exploration in them.
These words brought Joey's thoughts back to his previous life. There were so many things that he remembered, and for a while he didn't know how to speak.
Maimaiti didn't push, and waited quietly for a response.
"I have no ill intentions towards you. You can think of me as a girl who is thirsty for unknown things."
Joey couldn't help but secretly complained about the girl who had lived for at least a thousand years.
"For the sake of fairness, I can give you a gift first."
At the same time as he finished speaking, there was a box with exquisite carvings on the table in front of Joey. He didn't even touch it, the box opened by itself.
Inside are slender worms that, at first glance, might seem like hair.
Antennae, one of the main magic potions required to advance to Sequence Eight.
What he had been looking for for a long time without finding it was now right in front of him.
"I can also tell you, Lucky Master, the potion formula of Sequence 7"
this. . . It can be said to be a great benefit. As long as he nods, he will soon become a Sequence 8, and he only needs to provide some insignificant information.
If he hadn't guessed the other party's identity, he would have agreed without hesitation.
As the most beloved child of the Sun God, her greatest pleasure is making trouble and playing pranks.
There was once a saying that one would rather believe that the sun will destroy than believe in Plato's words.
While thinking, Joey seemed to have thought of something, and a smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He recalled what happened just now, and Maimaiti seemed to be afraid of the gray fog.
Since there is no way to solve the problem at hand, then expand the difficulty level, let people who can solve it solve it, and throw the trouble away.
He was preparing to trigger the crazy murmurs of the endless sea under the gray mist to deal with the enemy.
This might turn him into a madman, or a mythical creature without a will.
However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, he seemed to have forgotten what he was going to do, and froze in place with a numb expression.
Did she steal my idea?
If you are still playing like this, how can you escape?
The moment he figured it out, Joey was in despair. A deep sense of powerlessness made him lower his eyes dejectedly.
"Just steal my memory."
Maimaiti covered her mouth, as if she had thought of something interesting, and chuckled:
“It’s an interesting idea to leave your troubles to someone who can solve them.”
For her, it is indeed impossible to face certain existences now, which would make her feel troublesome.
"Why don't you just steal everything from me? It should be easy for you, an archangel, because you are not whole now?"
Maimaiti nodded calmly and said:
"You're very smart, so I want to understand that era in a way that won't alarm anyone."
"However, it seems that you don't agree with this deal."
As he spoke, the most beloved daughter of the ancient sun god slowly turned around and looked at Joey condescendingly.
A flash of fear instinctively flashed through Joey's mind, and he wanted to escape, but on the surface he could only pretend to be calm and unafraid of death.
He tried to calm himself down and treat Maimaiti in front of him as an ordinary and beautiful woman, instead of thinking that she was an archangel.
"This kind of coffee is not delicious. In my hometown, there is a drink that is very suitable for you."
Joey opened his mouth and was about to speak when Maimaiti took the initiative and spoke on his behalf:
"Milk tea, a drink filled with bobo balls"
As she spoke, she lightly tapped her green-white fingers on the table, and immediately, a cup of milk tea that Joey remembered appeared on the cup, with three big characters written on the cup: "香piaopiao"
It's really boring to deal with thieves who can steal everything.
"What is a Bobo ball?" Maimaiti asked curiously.
"You should just steal my memories"
Maimaiti held her chin and was silent for several seconds before speaking. Two beautiful pear dimples appeared on her face.
"I like talking to people"
"Although I know what you want to say before you speak."
Joey shrugged helplessly and said:
"You can think of it as a food made from coconut. Add it to milk tea and it will taste better."
Maimaiti pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, then said with a smile:
"Is that so?"
On the table, next to the milk tea cup, there was an extra coconut. In Joey's eyes, the coconut peeled off its shell automatically and its flesh became round.
Then some transparent particles appeared, completely replicating the pearl milk tea in Joey's memory.
Maimaiti mixed the milk tea and coconut together and took a sip. A big smile appeared on his face.
"It tastes very special, but I like it."
The archangel Nurmaimaiti Plato likes to drink bubble milk tea. I wonder if this news will shock a lot of people if this news is released.
Joey opened his mouth and was about to say something when Maimaiti suddenly stood up and looked in one direction.
"It's time for me to go. Thank you for the bubble tea. See you later!"
In Joey's eyes, these images were disappearing little by little. When he came back to his senses, he was back in the West Ninth District. In front of Naomi's house, the sky was as gray as ever.
She didn't kill me?
Why don't you kill me?
In an instant, countless questions suddenly appeared in Joey's mind.
The most incredible thing is that he now has a box in his hand, a box containing antennaworms, a piece of paper, and a recipe for a serial potion.
Not only did he not pay anything, but... well... he paid for a cup of pearl milk tea.
The rewards can be said to be very generous.
I went up to the second floor with a heavy heart and stopped at the door of Naomi's house. Although I had already made speculations in my heart, I still felt lucky.
Opening the door gently, everything was neatly placed inside. The floor and ceiling were all clean. There was no blood, no tentacles, and no Naomi.
Inexplicably, a sense of loss spread in my heart.
He understood that Naomi was already dead, died in that basement, and everything he encountered after that was the means of Archangel Maimaiti.
The God of Mischief, she possesses many incredible abilities, which make her mischief even more troublesome.
What is true and what is false, Joey can't tell.
Under unknown circumstances, you will fall into the prank prepared by Maimaiti little by little, so be alert at all times.
Now that Joey is aware of the other party's existence, as long as everyone is careful, they can still take precautions.
At least, he made it clear that the current time and space was real.
Maimaiti is really gone.
It was precisely because of this that it made him uneasy.
Every gift has a price tag, and he can't refuse the benefits given by the other party.
Returning to his residence, this time he did not summon 0-013, but his spiritual consciousness entered the Round Table Hall.
Only here can you not be affected by certain existences.
"Great Master, I feel that you are in a very low mood right now. Is there anything Azrael can do to help you?"
"Is the story you deduced before true?"
He thought of the previous story about Naomi in 0-013, and the appearance of Maimaiti made him suspicious.
No words appeared on the yellowed pages. It was not until more than ten seconds passed that a paragraph appeared.
The above information made Joey's face full of astonishment.
0-013 has been in the Round Table Hall and has not been summoned at all.
In other words, 0-013 in the basement, or everything that happened, was all Maimaiti's work.
Naomi is true, 0-013 is false, 0-09 is true, Sarah is false?
True or false, or are they all false?
By the way, no one can influence it here.
Thinking of this, Joey said in a deep voice:
"Tell me, does Naomi who appeared in the basement really exist?"
"yes"
“Does Naomi from the Red House Really Exist?”
"yes"
0-013 gave an accurate answer, and it was this answer that made it difficult for Joey to accept it for a while.
The ability of an archangel is so terrifying.
He understood it deeply.
According to rumors, Nurmaimaiti Plato has a certain authority.
Guardian of time and space.
She can exist in the past, present and future.
The Naomi I met later should be the character that Maimaiti intercepted from a certain time period, so whether it is the basement or the Naomi behind, they are all real.
The 0-013 that appeared in the basement should be something simulated after the memory was stolen, making Joey think it was real.
It is impossible for Maimaiti to really summon Joey, as that would make some existence aware of her.
Both are true, why is there such a big difference?
Joey couldn't figure this out, so he immediately asked the question to 0-013.
Although He currently does not have the authority that a level 0 sealed object should have, he can still serve as an encyclopedia here.
Here, He seems to have greater power.
Swish, brush, brush~
On the yellowed pages, densely packed small words gradually appeared. Every time Joey finished reading a paragraph, new words would appear.
Half a moment later, he leaned weakly on the round table seat, and the pages of 0-013 were suspended in front of him.
'Star Color' uses people's dark side emotional energy as nourishment.
He will confuse, induce, lead people to darkness, to extremes, and generate negative energy.
A perfect love story, that’s not what He wanted.
Therefore, He created Naomi's extreme and tragic love story, making her paranoid and desperate in false memories, leading to death.
"What does the Color of Stars have to do with 0-09?"
Information that is too involved, 0-013, cannot be deduced.
On the page of the book, a frustrated expression appeared on the head of a little man.
It's more like they each get what they need. Maybe you can only know 0-09's purpose if you meet him once.
Just needing some kind of emotional energy turned Naomi into such a monster. In the eyes of some beings, humans are really a small species.
Looking at the endless gray fog, Joey felt heavy and murmured: "Is this divinity?"
