I woke up after 300 million years

If you can't escape the first grade of junior high school, but not the fifteenth grade, you will know that you are going to ask me this kind of thing... Yan Fan's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, predicting the other party's prediction.

He elaborated on the answer he had long denounced:

"No love...Sister Su, you are purely deceiving yourself. You said that ever since Su Yue and I met, you have been paying attention to our every move and unknowingly brought yourself into Su Yue's perspective. I have feelings, do you love me? Do you like me?"

"What you call love is like watching a TV series. The relationship between the male and female protagonists is beautiful and desirable. The male wants to be the male protagonist, and the female wants to be the female protagonist, but it's all in vain, it's all a dream. , you are not Su Yue, and you cannot become Su Yue. I will only love one person in my life."

At this point, Yan Fan is basically sure that Su Yao is Su Yue. As for why Shi Yu calculated against him, it is not known for the time being. If he wants to ask, he can only survive this game and survive to the end to have a chance. Go back to Earth and ask clearly.

Seeing Su Xingyue's eyes darkened, Yan Fan couldn't bear it and exhaled:

"Sister Su, we shouldn't fall in love. Sometimes, I treat you as my sister, and sometimes, I treat you as my best friend. You don't really fall in love with me, you just... just enter through a God's perspective. The drama is too deep, now it’s time to wake up from the dream!”

"No! That's not the case!" Su Xingyue turned pale and shook her head to retort, "I love you, I..."

The girl glanced at her pocket watch and interrupted:

"Okay, answer the question. No explanation is needed. I'll give you one minute. It's my kindness. Next, Yan Fan will ask Mo Qingwu."

Yan Fan withdrew his gaze.

The truth is often cruel, but the short-term pain is worse than the long-term pain. He really has never loved Su Xingyue.

He looked at his daughter and said succinctly without thinking, "Did you drink today?"

"Well, I drank some and my head is still a little dizzy." Mo Qingwu answered truthfully, then thought of something and exclaimed, "Dad, I'm not drunk and dreaming, right?"

"Meng, you big-headed ghost, this is not a dream, this is reality." Yan Fan really wanted to give his daughter a brain break, but his hands and feet were restrained and unable to move.

Mo Qingwu turned to the right, where he saw his grumpy old brother, the God of War.

This guy has a muscular back and a pure fighting madman. He has an uncle's face, a pair of domineering horns on his head, and his exposed arms are full of muscles, a symbol of strength.

After thinking about it, Mo Qingwu looked at Yan Fan again, "Dad, what do you want to ask him?"

"Oh my God!" The God of War became anxious and complained loudly, "Lord of the Immortal, she committed a foul, kill her!"

Yan Fan's eyes turned cold, "If you dare to mess with my daughter, I'll kill you first!"

Both sides stared, their swords were at war, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder.

The girl spoke, "The rules don't say you can't seek other people's opinions. Her behavior is reasonable."

"Reasonable? Is this fucking reasonable? Yan Fan obviously wants to mess with me!" the God of War roared.

Yan Fan shrugged and stated calmly, "I just want to tease you, Qing Wu, and ask him: What is your weakness?"

Mo Qingwu nodded obediently, without fear of the angry gaze of the God of War, "What is your weakness?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's ears pricked up.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to understand the God of War's weaknesses.

The God of War suppressed his blush, opened his mouth, and hesitated to speak. He couldn't say a word for a long time.

The girl glanced at the pocket watch in her hand and played with the taste:

"If you don't answer within one minute, it will be considered a lie and everyone will die."

Fifty-two seconds later, the God of War reluctantly said, "Emotions."

mood?

Everyone looked at each other.

Seeing the girl's air of being unconcerned with the matter, Yan Fan questioned, "Are you sure you can tell whether what we are telling is the truth? Is it a lie? For example, I didn't understand the God of War's answer just now, and I didn't understand the emotion. Is it his weakness?"

The girl's golden eyes flashed, as indifferent as before, "I don't need to judge. After the game starts, the rules will judge. If you tell lies, the game will end. If you don't tell lies, the game will continue."

rule?

What rules?

Yan Fan leaned back, bit his lip, and thought: The situation is not good for us now. We have too little information and are passive. In addition, this game may seem simple, but it is actually testing human nature. Assuming that everyone is Ask some irrelevant questions and win easily, but no one will miss this good opportunity to learn each other's secrets.

It would be troublesome if someone asked about the secret that the other party was unwilling to tell even to death...

The game was still going on. The God of War was furious. He turned to look at the Tyrant of the Abyss and asked directly:

"What's your weakness?"

"Cough cough... cough cough..." The Tyrant of the Abyss coughed repeatedly and smiled awkwardly, "Can you change the question?"

"No!" The God of War replied firmly, with a strong urge to "die together."

After pondering for three seconds, the Tyrant of the Abyss sighed helplessly, "My weakness is blood."

blood?

Another vague answer, everyone remained silent, analyzing its meaning.

The Tyrant of the Abyss looked at the Mother of All Things, "Don't blame me, who did it to Yan Fan... What is your weakness?"

The remaining ancient gods were ashamed, understanding the problems they would face next.

......

At the end of the first round, no one except Yan Fan and Mo Qingwu knew their weaknesses, and the rest reported themselves.

Su Xingyue was in a low mood, a little unhappy, with her head lowered and absent-minded.

In this regard, Yan Fan was helpless. If he tried to comfort her, wouldn't it be more troublesome if the "brain-boosting king" goddess felt that he liked her again? The best way was to remain silent and let Su Xingyue adjust herself. OK, get out of the illusory dream.

The fireworks in the middle of the round table shook. The girl clapped her hands and said with a mysterious smile:

"Very good. In the first round, none of you lied. You were honest and honest. Your courage is commendable."

Yan Fan smelled a hint of conspiracy and said in an uncertain tone:

"You think, could this be a trap by the Outer Gods? I didn't think much about it just now, but now that I think about it, if we confessed our respective weaknesses, wouldn't the Outer Gods all know about it, then when they deal with us... ....”

In a word, everyone was horrified.

Mo Qingwu swallowed her saliva and said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, dad didn't ask about my weaknesses."

The Tyrant of the Abyss laughed out loud, "Little girl, are you too confident? No one is interested in your weaknesses."

"You are a bastard in a high-end game." The Son of Chaos summed it up in one sentence.

If anyone else had said this, Mo Qingwu would have been unable to bear her violent temper. She would have slashed the opponent ninety-nine and eighty-one times with a knife, but when a group of ancient gods commented on her, they really couldn't refute it.

None of the ancient gods present had even the slightest interest in Mo Qingwu. If the identity of Yan Fan's daughter hadn't been revealed here, the ancient gods wouldn't even bother to look at her.

Yan Fan raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to speak, the wooden board under his feet moved.

The pieces of wood are like building blocks, falling apart and rejoining, changing their positions.

On the left side of Yan Fan is Quan Tianzun, and on the right side is the Mother of All Things.

The girl spoke, "The second round of the game starts with... Mo Qingwu."

On Mo Qingwu's right is the sky.

She looked at Yan Fan who was directly opposite, "Dad, what are you asking?"

God blew his beard and stared, "Do you have any opinion? Are you a kid? Ask dad about everything!"

"I don't know you at all, so I don't know what to ask." Mo Qingwu gave God a provocative look.

Yan Fan was not polite and said directly, "Qingwu, ask him: How many girlfriends have he had? How many members of the opposite sex have he had relationships with? Do he have any children? Who is his favorite?"

"Is this a question? Do you want to show off?" God couldn't bear it anymore and shook the chair vigorously, trying to get rid of the shackles of the iron chain.