My Simping System Chapter 92: It’s you

　　 The bright golden light dispelled the dark night starry sky of the secret realm, and the figure of the **** floated above the sky, condescending, the human race's innate sense of insignificance and humbleness towards the god, even Ye An felt so heavy for the first time.

　　 the majestic invisible divine power, washed away the evil spirits of a small area of ​​the quiet sea.

　　 In the past, I always seemed to be a leisurely and easy-going Qixi, this meeting is finally serious.

　　"The tree buds on the altar told me the will of heaven--"

　　 "I am the son of luck who is about to be tested."

　　 "Before the test arrives...you can't kill me."

　　 Chen Che's face was pale, his eyes were dizzy, but his tone was loud and powerful.

　　 after seeing the arrival of the Temple Empress.

　　 Even he suddenly understood what was going to happen next.

　　"You will not pass the test of this level."

　　 Ye An finished speaking and closed his eyes again.

　　 The majestic power of divine consciousness completely penetrated into Chen Che's consciousness.

　　 After that, he no longer cared about his damaged consciousness and severe pain.

　　The action of portraying the imprint suddenly speeds up several times.

　　Chen Che’s sea of ​​divine consciousness, turned the world upside down in an instant.

　　 The sea of ​​consciousness, which carried Chen Che's memory and thoughts, dries up quickly.

　　 scene after scene invaded Ye An's consciousness——

　　 That is the memory of Chen Che in the past.

　　 For both parties, this is simply a sharp pain in which the mind and brain are about to break apart, and even the pain caused by the physical injury has been wiped out.

　　 Chen Che growled again in pain.

　　What Ye An has to do is to grasp the last moment of time, and plant the final mark at the expense of his own consciousness.

　　 "Enough."

　　 Pray for Xi's red lips to open slightly, her voice is ethereal.

　　 Her golden eyes are still indifferent, her complexion is calm, but the hand holding the holy spear trembles a little.

　　As the empress, demigod, and the executor of the will of heaven, Qixi at this time can freely decide the life and death of the two below.

　　 soon.

　　She threw down the holy gun——

　　 Boom!

　　 The holy gun landed and stuck on the floating promenade, causing gusts of wind and waves.

　　 Ye An and Chen Che's bodies were pushed far away by the wind and waves.

　　 This shot did not hit anyone, but forcibly interrupted the planting of the brand of God's consciousness, separating Ye An and Chen Che.

　　"The imprint of God's consciousness is a forbidden technique, and there are records of the exercises about this that were burned as early as a hundred years ago."

　　"Ye An, you should be aware of the consequences of violating the ban."

　　 asked Xi calmly.

　　 Ye An's expression is calm, but it is the first time that she feels powerless in her heart.

　　 "I know."

　　 Ye An said, "But I have a reason to do this."

　　 Chen Che beside him is still awake.

　　 But it is obvious that his arms were broken, his spiritual veins were severed, his body was covered with sword wounds, his hamstrings were picked, and even his spiritual consciousness was severely injured. Unless he is cured by magical magic, it is difficult to say whether he is dead or alive.

　　 But Qi Xi only glanced at Chen Che indifferently.

　　 Then his eyes fell on Ye An again.

　　 "What's the reason?" she said.

　　 Ye An was silent for a while, and then bluntly said: "For the sake of the temple, your Majesty the Empress."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Qixi raised her brows slightly, smiled lightly, and said, "I think you are the most disgusting person who doesn't explain things clearly, but leaves only riddles for people to guess. But no. I think that you yourself have become such a boring person."

　　 "What other reason do you...?"

　　 Her voice is cold and crisp.

While 　　 spoke, the shiny golden pupils fluctuated a little—a touch of blood red appeared.

　　 Ye An closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and said: "For the survival of the temple."

　　 In the past, he was able to make jokes. To Qixi's serious expression, he couldn't help but want to molest him and drove directly——

　　 But now, he is in no mood at all.

　　, as the main line of the game inevitably leads to a death ending, it is really unpleasant.

　　 "嘁...boring."

　　 Qixi gave a cold snort, stepped forward, bent down, and gently raised Ye An's chin.

　　"This sentence is too grand and impractical."

　　 "What do you care about the temple? You don't even say you miss me."

　　 This ambiguous sentence, but the solemn empress who engraved on top of it said...somewhat unexpectedly.

　　 Ye An was at a loss for a moment, a little confused.

　　 "Your Majesty......?"

　　 Qixi pursed her mouth slightly, showing dissatisfaction, and immediately withdrew her hand.

　　 "Huh."

　　 She seemed to be angry, and backed a few steps.

　　 If she wants to come, she still prefers Ye An, who used to confess to Ye An, who talked nasty and nonsense, regardless of occasion, casually. Although abrupt and nauseous, it is also likable.

　　 But now Ye An's mood is much heavier.

　　 "Just talk about business."

　　 Qixi recalled the holy spear, her slender fingers gripped the heavy weapon tightly.

　　 Her golden eyes scanned the two peacefully, and said: "I received an edict from heaven."

　　"In the secret realm of the ancient quiet sea country, the son of luck has been born, but his enemy will be put to death."

　　 "So, the mission of the edict is..."

　　 "Kill his enemies."

While 　　 was speaking, the pair of pale golden eyes was suddenly completely filled with a cluster of blood.

　　 Ye An raised his head slightly, and looked at Qi Xi, only to find that she was strange...a pair of strange pupils.

　　According to the truth, the oracles of heaven must never be divulged.

　　 But at this moment, Qixi was in front of the two of them, and also said the content of the edict and the birth of the son of luck.

　　 What does this mean?

　　 Ye An couldn't help feeling a little depressed, because he wanted to make his own death understand.

　　 He does not accept such a quick death ending, and does not intend to die under Qi Xi's hand-anyway, the plot is too bloody, maybe he still has the opportunity to resist the comeback.

　　 has already portrayed the teleportation symbol, hidden in his sleeves.

　　 Maybe fleeing to the sand sea of ​​West Desert and seeking shelter in the toxic environment is another way out.

　　 "Your Majesty the Empress."

　　 At this moment, Chen Che, who had been silent for a long time, had a voice.

　　He has a weak tone, and said: "The altar in front is built by an ancient country teacher and a certain fairy teacher."

　　"There is a tree bud in the altar. It is a branch of the ancient **** tree built. It has been replanted with this."

　　 "I saw... Jianmu Shenshu told me that I must be tested before I can learn the fate..."

　　 praying for the willow brows frowned, surprised: "You mean, do you think you are the son of luck?"

　　 Chen Che gasped slightly, but nodded firmly, and said: "I will be."

　　 "Fine."

　　 Qixi gave a chuckle, gently raised her head, and looked at the sky.

　　"About this matter, I have my own decision; who is the son of luck, I don’t have to say."

　　 She sighed softly, seeming to have finally made a decision.

　　 slowly lifted the holy spear, and then walked forward calmly.

　　 The tip of the gun flashed with cold light, it was a judgment weapon created by the ancient gods.

　　 can cut off the causal connection between people and completely erase the existence of people.

　　 This will be a more terrifying way of death than the death of the soul.

　　 Ye An frowned slightly, and his heartbeat increased unconsciously, making his breathing worse.

　　 He held the teleporter tightly.

　　 must use the teleport symbol to escape at the last moment to succeed. Otherwise, if it is too early, letting Qixi enter the crack of space and follow the teleportation, it is still equivalent to death.

　　 The consequences of letting her violate the heavenly edict~IndoMTL.com~Ye An naturally knows.

　　 But there is no other way.

　　 "I already knew..."

　　"Who is the son of luck."

　　 slowly raised the holy spear.

　　 And at the moment the voice fell, the tip of the gun was out——

　　咻!

　　The guns were shot out so fast that they didn't even leave a shadow of the guns.

　　 Ye An held the teleportation charm in his hand, the moment he was about to open the space crack.

　　 was suddenly startled.

　　 After all, he is still too idealistic. Although the speed of using the teleportation talisman is only a moment, I pray that the speed of swinging the gun is faster than the breath of a thought.

　　 ticking...!

　　 A hot red drop of blood dripped on the ground.

　　 Immediately like a flood, more blood poured out.

　　 Painful screams echoed in the corridor.

　　 unexpectedly——

　　 That is Chen Che's voice.

　　 The golden holy spear pierced through his heart, and the power of judgment entwined in it, like thousands of ants, quickly cannibalized Chen Che’s divine consciousness——

　　The weapons of judgment made by the gods against the human race are like the swords of executioners against sinners.

　　 Even though that person is the child of air luck, air luck is ultimately the number of days set by the gods.

　　Under the Holy Spear of Judgment, the son of luck is no different from the sinner.

　　 "Idiot...It's you."

　　 Qixi leaned down and fell into Ye An's arms.

　　 She held Ye An's hand and discarded the teleportation symbol that the other party held firmly in the palm of her hand.

　　"It's you..."

　　 Wushen repeated this sentence blankly, and immediately she closed her eyes, and took advantage of the momentum to crush Ye An under her body - and then blocked Ye An's who wanted to talk with her pair of soft, soft red lips. mouth.