Yuanshin: Forces come true system

Mandrill clenched He Puyuan tightly in his hand, the pain inside his body continued unceasingly, which made him have to stop and take a breath.

There is only one thing in Chaos's brain, before he has completely fallen into darkness, get rid of this demon god residue, otherwise it will only absorb the negative emotions of human beings and gain a new life.

Mandrill no longer had the strength to stop it.

Mandrill's spear was aimed at the place where the black mist was thickest and was about to stab down. A boy about fourteen or fifteen years old suddenly rushed out and stood in front of the ancient tree. He looked at Mandrill with vigilant and angry eyes.

"You, what are you going to do to my mother!" The boy's eyes were moist, and tears were hanging on his face. He had long arms, protecting the demon god residue that caused the city to collapse.

Mandrill blinked slowly, the young man suppressed the fear in his heart, he suddenly had a kind of pride from the bottom of his heart, and inexplicably went forward.

The teenager suddenly thought of a sentence he saw on the Internet.

"Even if the whole world is against her, I will stand by her side, fighting the sky, fighting people, and fighting everything. 』

Next, it's time for him to protect his mother.

Thinking of this, the boy straightened his chest a little more.

"It's you... Mom?" Mandrill opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and his scarlet eyes stared straight at the boy.

The boy subconsciously stepped back, and then stared back stiffly: "She is my mother! I saw my mother's face on the tree trunk, and I will not admit it!"

"Is it really, is your mother?" Mandrill repeated softly.

The boy hesitated for a moment, but he shook his head: "She is my mother. She has my mother's face and voice. She doesn't always pinch me like before... So, she is my mother."

"Really..." Mandrill lowered his eyelids, his beautiful eyes stared at the boy for a long time, and then he looked at the ancient tree that hadn't moved.

"What are you waiting for?" The young fairy's voice was very soft, but with an extremely dangerous aura, the demon god residue shook the branches unconsciously.

Almost instantly, several branches of the demon god's residue sprang out and stabbed at the young man's heart. At the same time, many thick tree trunks suddenly appeared on the cracked concrete road, and they pointed at people's hearts like sharp knives. , hovering a few centimeters above the heart, as if waiting for something.

Mandrill's movements were quick, he raised his hand the moment the demon god's residue came over, and cut off all the branches.

The young man sat on the ground with a pale face, his body trembling, and looked in horror at the "mother" he had just desperately tried to protect.

"Mom...you, you don't want to kill me...?"

Emptiness occupied his brain, and there was only one sentence in his mind.

It wasn't his mother. Although his mother always beat him and pinched him, she never thought of killing him.

"You are not mother, you are not my mother...my mother, where is...?"

Maybe he knew it long ago, but he just didn't want to admit it. He would rather believe that this monster was his mother than believe that his mother had died long ago.

A precocious child already has the concept of life and death in his heart, but he is always pulling a fig leaf.

As long as Mandrill takes one step forward, the branch hanging from his heart will be one step closer.

They are forcing him to make a choice.

Is it necessary for the people in this city to survive, or to destroy it.

Demon god remnants have no wisdom, they can only devour them instinctively, so the current situation...is natural.

It's really bad fun, it's similar to the trolley problem.

Bind a city of people on one side of the rail, and more people on the other side of the rail, and then ask you, which rail do you choose to die?

Mandrill raised his head slightly, the fog was still thick, but the golden, fragmented sunlight always shone through the gaps in the black fog, leaving golden shadows on the ground.

Why do I have to do this stupid multiple-choice question?Can't I create another way?

Thinking of this, Mandrill's eyebrows felt a very faint golden color suddenly flashing in the purple flower tinsel.

Accompanied by the appearance of that touch of gold, Mandrill felt his brows burn, his depleted body seemed to be soothed by an extremely familiar force, and even the elemental power recovered a lot.

With this power, the boy quietly hid the God's Eye on the glove, and a cyan color passed through the ancient tree lightly before the historical data was in time, leaving a big hole.

The young man only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and behind his ears, he saw a big hole, an ancient tree that had completely lost its vitality, and a stern-faced red-eyed boy with a spear in his hand.

"You, you...you destroyed the cultural relics, run away quickly." The young man said such a sentence inexplicably in a daze, then he shook his head violently, clenched his small hands into fists and loosened them weakly.

"I won't tell anyone, you, you go away." Turning his face away, the young man's voice was muffled, "Take it as my... apology."

After finishing speaking, he sniffed, no longer had the aura of the little wolf cub who bared his teeth and claws when they first met, and sat obediently beside the ancient tree.

"...Where are you going?" The poor-spoken Mandrill was very tired, but the young man in front of him obviously couldn't be thrown here casually.

"..."

The boy hugged his legs, curled up and sat on the edge of the guardrail of the ancient tree, buried his face in his knees, and did not speak until a long time later.

"Father is in prison, and he can only come out after 15 years. Grandpa and grandma died last year. Grandpa died when mom was young. Grandma is in Guyang City, far away. You have to take a train to get there. Mom..."

"I can only go to the police uncle and live in an orphanage. God just wants me to starve to death. It's okay. I can always live. I can always live and wait for my father to come out."

"I... I also have family members, but he can't come to my side now, so I'm not pitiful." The boy emphasized again, lest Mandrill would regard him as a character who needs to be sympathized and pitied.

After his father was imprisoned, he often saw such gazes, which caused him both physical and psychological disgust.

Mandrill looked at the young man silently, the golden color between his brows had quietly dissipated, and the red eyes also slowly faded, turning back to golden again.

The immortal pursed his lips, and he held a gray eye of god in his hand, and handed it to the young man.

"Try." The young man pursed his lips. He looked at the God's Eye in Mandrill's hand for a long time, and then looked at the God's Eye on Mandrill's glove, which was exactly the same shape, inlaid with blue gemstones and patterns.

Stretching out his hand, he flinched the moment he touched it.

He was hesitating, but soon, he put his finger on the Eye of God.

The originally blank God's Eye suddenly glowed with ice blue light, and from a position similar to the center of a gray glass ball, the ice blue began to spread until the God's Eye in Mandrill's hand completely turned into ice blue, a pattern like a snowflake Embedded in the center.