my avatar drama

Chapter 270
"It's really hard to deal with. Other spectrums can still be killed and revived. In your case, even if the body dies, the will of the personality can't be wiped out. Is the level of immortality so high?" Wan Yi held the mask in his hand. The card transformation belt was thrown up and caught and said repeatedly.

"This is... the...meaning of my...existence..." Mask barely finished a sentence during the process.

"The meaning of existence? You obviously don't even know who you are." Wan Yi stopped and said.

The mask is silent, she really has nothing to refute on this point, because she has no clue about her own.

After waking up, she was trapped in the ruins for decades, and she couldn't find anything from that ruins.

The ability that I have that doesn't match my own seems to have a deeper meaning.

"There are those who seem to know a lot about music scores, those who don't remember yellow scores very well, and those like you who don't remember at all." Wan Yi said.

"You said that they and I would have been together?"

"Don't ask me, all of you have caused me a lot of trouble, I don't know." Wan Yi said.

Ah, no, Huang Pu didn't seem to have offended him. Even at the beginning, Huang Pu worked diligently as a single person, but the result was that he was bitten by a "dog" for no reason.

But Wan Yi will not apologize.

The debts of the spectrum family are calculated together.

Wan Yi showed some objects in the ruins in front of the mask, and asked, "Do you know if there is any information in these objects?"

The little human face on the belt display flickered for a while and said:
"Goddess, unite into one."

"Witch, split into groups."

After finishing speaking, she paused: "This is the content of the inscription on the stone tablet that you pulled out, and it is also the only content that I think is related to my origin."

"Can you understand these ancient records?" Wan Yi said.

These ancient records are a kind of strange characters, at least Wan Yi has not seen these characters and patterns in his previous life in his memory.But it is not without traces, at least the rules do exist, perhaps it is a ciphertext converted from an existing language in a previous life.

"No, I just remembered it after seeing this inscription, and I don't have much reaction to the rest." The belt trembled slightly, probably shaking his head.

"That's it."

Wan also ignored her and turned his head to think for himself.

"Let's not talk about the Goddess, but the Witch's is basically the identity of the Pu family?"

"The score is even a priest in the Witch Sect, and then uses the resources of the Witch Sect to find the personification of the Sect family. We don't believe it if it doesn't matter."

"The music score knows the color spectrum, and it seems that the attitude does not want to return to the color spectrum. Is it true that the memory is retained more, or is it that the color spectrum met her face to face before she fell to the third research institute due to an accident?"

"The Witch Sect is the top sect with great power in Bacang. The gods worshiped by the branch sects of Bacang are probably the boundaries of the abyss according to our original speculation."

"The chromatographic situation is more complicated, and it seems that it is not a simple disaster at all."

After Wan Yi had a quick discussion for a while, he was about to leave, so he turned his head.

Seeing the chubby Mr. Mask looking at the "toy belt" which is a little smaller than it now, he touched the belt with his body curiously.

"Although you are cute, don't shake me, I'm still a little dizzy."

"Meow~."

"Mr. Mask, let's go." Wan Yi called out.

Mr. Mask immediately bounced to Wan Yi's side.

Wan Yi reached out and lifted the corner of the top hat, and Mr. Mask jumped into the top hat on Wan Yi's head through the gap.

Then it reappeared and put the top hat on its own head. Compared to its current appearance, the top hat was obviously too big to cover most of its eyes: "Meow~."

"Will you hand me over to the Chromatography you mentioned?" asked the mask. "From what you say, she seems to want to take us all back? You have something to do with her, right?"

"Relationships, there is. It was normal at first, but now..." Wan Yi thought about it for a while. After the mask attacked him, some Wan Yi quickly and seriously prepared to deal with various situations, and some Wan Yi was the first Time happily adjusted the scorer on the chromatogram side.

What a pain in the ass.

"You are my belt for the time being, and the rest will be discussed later. Afterwards, when I call you to work, the error cannot exceed one second. If there is, although I can't kill you, I have many ways to torture you. We have prepared a variety of different ways to play." Wan Yi showed her the beautiful scenery of the surrounding carnival.

Miss Belt trembled: "I know, I know..."

Afterwards, Wan Yi played with Mr. Mask for a while, temporarily leaving Mr. Mask, who was still unsatisfied and very popular with Wan Yi around, at the carnival, and Wan Yi logged in to another server by himself.

Went to the theater.

"Ah, can the head of the troupe do this kind of thing now?" As soon as he entered, he heard a long-lost voice.

In fact, it shouldn't be too long, but perhaps because of receiving too many things every day, Wan Yi's concept of time is sometimes a bit confused.

"Devil Lord, you are awake." Wan Yi greeted first.

Wearing a black military uniform, the handsome uncle turned his head and waved his hands: "I can see the head of the troupe when I wake up. It seems that I am lucky."

"Do you still need luck?" Wan Yi asked with a smile.

"That's still needed, just take whatever you want, right, magic stick?" The demon lord patted Liang Rendao's shoulder next to him.

Liang Rendao elegantly savored the tea ceremony: "I want to add a little luck to you, but my knowledge is not enough, so let's avoid it for now."

"Hahaha, you're being humble, you're being humble!" the devil laughed heartily.

Wan Yi looked over again, and Fukong was sitting on a seat a little further back, with his eyes closed as if he was meditating.

"Xiao Fukong, thank you earlier."

"Thank you, the troupe needs to exercise a little more when they grow up, otherwise it will be very unpleasant to use your body to restrain your hands and feet." Fukong opened his eyes after hearing the voice, and looked at Wan Yi with snow-like eyes road.

"Well..." Wan Yi recalled the extravagant days he had enjoyed for other Wan Yi recently, feeling ashamed.

"Even if I can't hit that kind of strength, my boxing is more than enough to strengthen my body. Pick it up and practice it a little bit. According to my actual experience, if you can get closer to us, the troupe leader, the transformation must be more convenient. The duration It can also be extended a little bit," Fukong said.

"Okay, okay." Wan Yi responded first.

Seeing this, Fukong also stood up: "Then I will take my leave first, there are still some things over there."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the others to say goodbye, and left directly through the side door.

"Fukong seems to be getting more and more busy recently, it's a coincidence to help out this time." Liangren said.

"That's right, it's growing." The devil also seemed very happy.

"When he reaches a sufficient level, you will be the first to challenge. Even though you are still the strongest among us in terms of strength, the future is hard to say." Liang Rendao glanced at him and said.

"Isn't that great?" The Demon Lord didn't care. "In the battle of ideas, whoever wins will lose, and I can't tell right from wrong."

"That's it, even though he is a world-devouring demon, he did not expect to live a more free and easy life."

"Hahaha!"

The two smiled at each other.

(End of this chapter)