"Huh?"
"Where is my guide?"
In mid-air, Poison Bee came back to his senses and looked at the empty place below, feeling a little confused.
"What guide?"
Confucian Scholar was a little curious and took the initiative to ask. It can be seen that in this short period of time, the relationship between them has heated up extremely.
"In this world, all living beings are pawns, and everyone has his or her own destiny."
"And he is the guide arranged by Chess Player beside me."
"Based on the previous situation, it is not difficult to judge that I need to follow him all the time so as not to violate Chess Player's wishes."
Poison Bee analyzed it very seriously.
Confucian Scholar is thoughtful, as if analyzing the philosophy contained in its words.
"Well..."
"Then have you ever considered that the separation between you at this time was also intentional by Chess Player?"
"What he is going to do next is not convenient for you to accompany him for the time being, so you are distracted."
After hearing Confucian Scholar's words, Poison Bee froze in place, as if he had realized something.
As expected of Fake Ninth Awakening, what he said makes so much sense!
"Since you are just a chess piece, you cannot compete with Chess Player's wishes in any way. In other words, even if some accidents or miscalculations occur, it is Chess Player's problem and has nothing to do with you."
"But such a smart Chess Player will never make mistakes. You just need to let nature take its course and let events develop."
"Be a happy yourself and leave the rest to Chess Player. Only in this way can you be a qualified chess piece!"
Confucian Scholar spoke again, his tone was very sure and a little sacred.
Poison Bee was as if he had heard the Bible and suddenly realized it, and he immediately worshiped Confucian Scholar even more.
"You must be an excellent chess piece!"
Poison Bee sincerely praises!
But Confucian Scholar shook his head seriously. "No, I am not a chess piece!"
"Huh?"
"Then what are you?"
Poison Bee is at a loss.
Confucian Scholar had a hint of mystery in his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Haha, you can't say it!"
"Understood!"
"I understand!"
Faced with Confucian Scholar's mysterious appearance, just like Mental Illness, Poison Bee responded with an equally enigmatic smile as if he had a tacit understanding.
The two looked at each other in the distance, and they seemed to have a better understanding!
As for what the two of them are thinking in their hearts, only they themselves know.
Yu Mo raised his head and looked quietly at the sky.
"What... are they talking about?"
"It always feels very profound..."
"More like a wise man than I look."
Yu Mo muttered, and then began to look at the Demon God skeleton seriously, falling into deep thought from time to time.
"Since Poison Bee can try to use this skeleton to promote Demon God, can I manually create one?"
"Even if it can't be done, changing it to some kind of War Machine would look pretty good."
"Put it under Demon-Suppressing Pass..."
"I believe those Demon Beasts who charged will be shocked when they see Demon God's skeleton, right?"
"What's even more pitiful is that they will be hunted down by these skeletons..."
For a time, Yu Mo's mind was filled with all kinds of novel ideas, and he was excited about them.
But he soon became distressed again.
"My dear brother has made such great contributions, what should I reward him for?"
"Achievements?"
"It seems a bit too perfunctory and completely insincere."
"How about giving him the warmth of home!"
"When will I bring my godfather back, we will have a sumptuous dinner with him. He will definitely be very touched by this great family affection, and will feel my good intentions, work hard, and be determined to be a great hero who saves the world!"
Yu Mo's eyes gradually brightened, as if he had thought of Image, and an expectant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
As said before, Yu Mo never moisturizes things silently to move Yu Sheng.
What is the so-called psychological defense line, estrangement...
A big flying kick will either kick the door open, or you will kill me.
And you most likely won't be able to kill me...
Then I will have a chance to kick you a second time and a third time, and sooner or later I will stun you.
"Haha! I won the bet!"
"Get the money, get the money!"
On the Ink Academy's Playground, the old students of 140th Cohort are squatting in the corner like hooligans.
Watching one Freshmen successfully advance to the next round, Sun Wen smiled proudly.
"Fuck!"
Zhao Zicheng cursed, took out 10 yuan from his pocket, and threw it at Sun Wen: "You are a rich man, you can earn even 10 yuan!"
"What I make is not money, but the joy of victory!" Sun Wen kept his expression unchanged, put away the money, and turned to look at Yu Sheng in the corner. "Boss Yu, how about you do the same?"
He was smiling, almost with the word profiteer written on his face, and he was looking forward to it.
"Oh, he'll be damned if he can suppress it!"
"When have you ever seen Boss Yu gambling!"
Zhao Zicheng sneered and looked at the Freshmens who were still auditioning in the distance again, as if they were looking for new bettors.
"Tsk tsk..."
Sun Wen shook his head regretfully. "But having said that, the other old students have all gone to do their tasks, and we are the only ones like salted fish. It's a bit embarrassing."
The whole Ink Academy looks very empty.
Even those Special Training Class students did not stay in the Ink Academy too much. They kept running around outside, earning Credits, exchanging Demon Plant, Demon Crystal, doing tasks again, and the cycle continued.
There were only a few of them, squatting on the roadside like fools and watching the fun, doing nothing.
"Huh..."
"Academy only has this little mission in total, and there are so many people coming to Special Training Class, how can we grab it?"
"I bought it specially to grab the mission, but I haven't even taken it yet!"
"I don't know where those guys bought their hangers, but they actually work better than mine!"
Zhao Zicheng was full of helplessness, with a hint of resentment in his tone, clenched his fists, and finally expressed his disdain. "A bunch of shameless guys!"