Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether I am a human being or not. She treats me well, and I treat her well. Although sympathizers lick each other's wounds, if I were a human being, I would use normal means to repay her. Unfortunately, I am an impatient person. There are so many experimental subjects, all I can do is to do my best to protect her once."

Having said that, Mo Yu paused, and showed a warm smile, which was warmer than the warm winter sun.

"If I remember correctly, tomorrow is my birthday. If Professor, you are willing to give me a birthday present, then I couldn't be happier."

Leif suddenly felt that the boy in front of him should be the one who was allowed to survive.

However, the burning of human rights has been fixed, and any indecision is futile.

However, facing the boy's request, he had no reason to refuse.

"One Olga Marie can't change anything. Since you have made up your mind, I won't say anything more. When the epiphyllum blooms depends on you."

After leaving these words, Leif put on his top hat and passed the boy with a cane.

"Thank you, Professor Rafe."

The boy sent his sincere thanks to Rafe.

In response, Rafe hastened his departure.

Through the reflection of the glass, Leif saw the thin back stretched, like a weed that has been stepped on by countless feet, trying the last stubbornness.

tonight is bound to be long

Some people touch the quaint book cover to gaze at the stars and reminisce, some lie on the bed and caress the photos, some hold Fufu tossing and turning, and some are working overtime.

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The long night is long, but the sun finally sees.

In the early morning of the next day, Chaldea started the final equipment debugging.

In the process of convening a meeting of 48 masters, Olga Marie kicked away the only ordinary person because he dared to be so nervous that he dozed off during the battle meeting.

Leaning against the wall in the back row silently watching the red-haired girl named Fujimaru Tatsuka being kicked out of the meeting room, Matthew hurriedly followed, Mo Yu smiled slightly.

On behalf of the Fujimaru girl, I silently thanked Mary, "Thank you, Director, for saving my life."

Next, he followed the large force to the central control room.

On the podium, Leif seemed to have been waiting for a long time. His dark green suit was much more solemn than usual, as if he was seeing someone off.

Olga Marie is a stranger to Mo Yu these days, only occasionally passing by inadvertently, showing a trace of concern.

"What are you doing here?"

The young lady director looked displeased, and she was not very interested in the shameless young man standing beside her.

Mo Yu smiled: "It's my birthday anyway, can you be happier?"

"No, your birthday has nothing to do with me." Olga Marie replied coldly.

"I remember you asked me what I wanted for my birthday last year, and I replied that it was fireworks, right?" Mo Yu said as if reminiscing.

"So? You shouldn't be expecting anything, are you?"

Only Olga Marie, who didn't want to be mentioned by him, had a look of embarrassment on her face, wishing to kick out this guy who had a hippie smile when the spirit was transferred.

Go and eat cakes with Romani, don't be an eyesore here!

She would love to do it.

But seeing Mo Yu's gentle smile, most of the anger in his heart disappeared inexplicably.

Olga Marie still doesn't understand why Mo Yu said such stupid things that day, but now that she thinks about it, she feels inexplicably angry.

The boy chatted aimlessly and said bad things, as if he was trying to win back her favor.

But it was too late.

Even if broken things are pieced together, they are incomplete.

When the spiritual pillars that depend on each other fall, the other will also be affected, and in the end it will only cause the two pillars to shatter together.

She wanted to ask, why?

Did you choose to let go because you were afraid of separation?

Even though separation makes people sad, the good memories left in the few remaining days will become the most cherished gems in each other's lives.

The boy's words gradually calmed her impetuous heart.

"Speaking of which, do you think the fireworks going up into the sky look better from below? Or from the side?"

Olga Marie froze for a moment when she suddenly uttered a sentence for no reason.

In the bright eyes, a firefly-like petal bloomed rapidly, and then filled the entire field of vision, making people recall the fireworks that Mo Yu secretly set off in Chaldea last year.

The frail figure stretched very long under the light and fire, firmly occupying the center of the field of vision like a nail.

At this moment, it is so similar to that moment.

What, it turns out that this is the best look.

Chapter 7 Morax?It can be used

Saved Director Olga who was persecuted by countless people.

Great!

Even Kua Hinako has to be careful because of the acrostic in her novel, even if it explodes, it can't hurt her who is defended.

Great!

It is really too profitable to save so many people with only one insignificant life, and they are all his loved ones.

Great!

A great man once said that life is money, use it well.

It seems that I have used it very well.

so......

Shouldn't the dead have no consciousness?Why does he still have the luxury to think?

The young man who calmed down sat cross-legged in the infinite space, he was the only one in the world, the vast starry sky and the vast earth were completely gone.

Silence, deathly silence.

Looking around the vastness, the pure white world seems like nothingness.

Is this the underworld?

The boy suddenly had an absurd idea.

"Although this place is not the yang world, it is definitely not the underworld you think of."

A magnetic voice wafted to my ears, and Gu Jing Bubo's words were as solid as a rock, full of confidence.

Following the sound, the young man turned his head and looked. Ten meters away, a carved dragon orchid pavilion appeared out of nowhere. A gentle man in a luxurious brocade suit was sitting by the tea table, sipping tea quietly.The braids of black hair fall behind the shoulders, which is quite the style of a literati.

A layer of fairy smoke accompanied him, like a soft gauze, covering his appearance.

But it is precisely because of this that it makes him even more extraordinary.

He sat there quietly, with a straight body like a towering rock peak. He raised his hand to hold tea, and the movement of his slender arms seemed to be unpredictable.

Quiet, as motionless as a mountain

Move, swallow mountains and rivers

"Are you... my sub-servant? You saved me?"

The young man with a keen mind immediately thought of this possibility, but he couldn't think of anything else except this possibility.

He and Mash were the only ones who passed the test of spirit transfer at the beginning, but Mash was successfully fused with Galahad, but he didn't have any symbol of heroic fusion, which made him feel depressed for a while.

During those decadent days, he kept comforting himself, maybe this Heroic Spirit is a big name with a big temper, and he refused to come out of the mountain easily, even Chaldea would not even try to find his existence, but as long as he is in crisis, then A big name will definitely put down his airs and help.

Seeing Mo Yu's excited expression, the man's hazy face seemed to show confusion.

"A follower? An interesting title, but I'm probably different from them. Also, it's not me who saved you, but the one outside."

As he spoke, he waved his hand lightly, and a mirror emerged, reflecting the outside world.

Leif stood there, looking down at himself, his calm eyes seemed to have made a certain choice, the power called Demon God poured into the broken Lingzi along the magic circuit in his arm.

"Morax? This is fate."

The man smiled lightly, and stretched out his hand to erase the looking glass. Through the pair of gilt pupils with a thin layer of fairy smoke, he seemed to see through the deepest part of Mo Yu's heart at a glance.

Mo Yu swallowed his saliva. Although he had imagined how powerful his sub-servant would be, he didn't expect that this person seemed to be more immortal than he imagined.

Could it be a big boss among the Taoist gods of Xingyue Dynasty?

But the only one he was familiar with who had something to do with the mountain was Tudi Gong, and Gong Gong, who couldn't hit the mountain with his head, couldn't get in touch with Sven.

"You, who exactly are you?"

Hearing the inquiry, the man looked up at the sky.

"Me? In the long years, I have had many names, but I can't remember them now."

The Heroic Spirit whose name I can't remember...

Mo Yu, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, calmed down in an instant. Heroic spirits who generally can’t remember their names are either real bosses (referring to the pink-cut black little angel Galahad), or absolute villains (referring to the male mother who wanted to kill her in the past. ).

All in all, not a good thing for him.

However, the man changed the subject and said with a nostalgic smile:

"I'm curious, what's so special about that woman that it's worth your life?"

Hearing the man's question, Mo Yu raised his head melancholy.

"It's this question again..."

Seeing Mo Yu's sorrow, the man kindly reminded:

"If it's something hard to say, it's okay not to say it."

Mo Yu blinked, then shook his head.

"No, it's not hard to say. Uncle Lei Feng didn't show off his good deeds, but since you asked all the questions, wouldn't it be rude for me not to answer?"