[Magic Flute magi] Ma Ji, who is suffering from an incurable disease

"I'm your sister."

These short words were like dud bombs that "boomed" into the empty Prisoner God.

The space is permeated with a strange atmosphere that is intended to be called.

"sister...?"

Judal was the first to break the silence, with a look on his face as if he had eaten a few Lianyuyan flies.

"I said, good-for-nothing, you can't use this if you want to go out... um... It's a nonsense lie, right? No matter how you say it, you have to be more incisive and more believable."

Judal shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, looking at Lian Hechen with a mocking and funny expression.

"I did not lie."

"I'm Iss."

Lian Heichen gave Judal a reassuring expression, and once again confronted Tungsten seemingly fearlessly.

Judal's face became more and more ugly, and he grabbed Lian Hechen's hand and was about to walk out without saying a word.

"Hey! Judal, what are you doing!" Lian Heichen struggled to break free from Judal's knuckle-boned hand, shouting dissatisfiedly.

Judal stopped suddenly, and pulled Lian Heichen to look at her: "Are you really his sister?"

"Yeah. I told you I'm Essie."

Lian Heichen was very disgusted with Judal's inexplicable question and reaction.

After getting the answer, Judal kept looking at the tungsten thread and Lian Heichen's face that had been gloomy with weird eyes.

Then he said in amazement: "Ah, good-for-nothing, you two really look alike...!"

Before the voice finished, a white light hit Judal fiercely again.

Lian Heichen's red pupils constricted, strength from nowhere suddenly pushed Judal to the side, and he quickly squatted on the ground and rolled a few times to the side.

"you..."

Judal took a deep look at Lian Heichen, who had returned to normal with a stupid face, and then fixedly stared at Tungsten Si, who was standing on the steps looking down at them with a lonely face.

Tungsten flicked his sleeves, his cold and bloodthirsty expression was completely different from his whiteness like snow.

"Sister? When did I have such a useless younger sister?"

Lian Heichen choked up, not knowing what to say.

"Although...you do look a lot like him, but I don't think there will be an idiot like you who can't even use divine power in the Protoss."

After Wusi finished speaking, she hooked her lips and smiled ironically.

Lian Heichen froze, as if something had invaded his mind.

Tungsten's mocking face was constantly approaching a bloody face in memory. ． ．near. ． ．coincide. ． ． ．

--Yo.I never thought that one day I could look down on you like this.

—Tsk tsk, great God Yasi, why are you in such a mess.

——Let me try to see if the Prisoner God’s torture device works well today.

——Oh, why did it fail so quickly?

——Continue to stare at me~hahahaha~ The position of the son of God is mine~

—You, just wait to be executed.

You, just wait to be executed.

Wait to be executed.

The man laughed sharply and disgustingly, and Lian Heichen could even feel the anger that the owner of the memory fell into at that time and couldn't help himself.

However, these memories, Lian Heichen could tell that the memories that had just flooded into his mind were not hers at all, nor the former her.

is someone else's.

who is it. ． ．

Lian Heichen's eyes wandered around, trying to find something that could trace his memory again.

When her gaze skipped over the red gemstone on the steps, her whole body trembled again.

——Asi, what is contained in this box is what our Drumas cannot live without.

——I will let you protect her in the future.

——The Holy Stone is mine now. ． ． ．

Ass. ． ．This is the memory of Ashero, the memory of the previous generation of gods!

Lian Heichen cast his eyes on the holy stone that seemed to be shining red again, and then said angrily: "Tungsten wire, there is no holy stone at all!"

"The real holy stone should have been taken away by Yasi!"

"You crazy person, how dare you deceive your people!"

Judal froze.

Tungsten covered his face and laughed.