I, the Creator!

"Hello, my name is Adams. This is Joyce next to you. You should have met last night." Adams stood two or three meters away from Kuama, and started to avoid any unnecessary misunderstanding. Self introduction.

And Kuyama on the opposite side was obviously very helpful to Adams' move. Seeing that he reported his name, he also said: "Hello, my name is Kuyama. Thank you for the food yesterday, thank you very much."

Although the two parties had never met before today, a little act of kindness has already added some connections between the two sides, enough for them to carry on with the next conversation.

"Well, it's not easy for everyone. Help is also due. It's just that we don't have any extra food for you, and you need to find it yourself." Adams first expressed his admiration for the relief, and then threw out the question.

Because this is something that cannot be avoided, it is better to say it directly and generously than to beat around the bush.

Although Kuyama knew that this issue would be discussed sooner or later, he didn't expect it to be said so directly so soon, so he was stunned for a moment.But he was responsible for the life and death of the seven people on his side, and he quickly recovered from his stupor and responded: "That's right. We also have a deep understanding of food. Under such circumstances, it is rare for us refugees to come back again." It couldn't be clearer. So we will look for it ourselves, so don't worry."

Seeing that Kuyama clearly understood the meaning of his words, Adams couldn't help but look at the uncle in front of him who seemed to be nearly ten years older than himself.Because his tone is not like those aggressive guys are eyeing things here, but he is really thinking about himself and the rest of the people over there.

So Adams immediately made a decision-he wanted to have a good chat with the other party.

"Well, Uncle Kuyama, can I call you that?" Adams first raised his head and asked, and then slowly approached.

"...Dang, of course." Kuyama certainly saw that Adams was only about 15 years old, and such a title was not unacceptable.But he didn't expect the other party to come over directly, and the caution he developed on the way to escape immediately gave him an urge to retreat.

"Wait a minute, I don't mean anything malicious. It's just that I think we need to get to know each other better before we can truly fulfill our respective plans. Isn't it?" Adams' eyes were bright and his face was full of sincerity.

Although Kuyama wanted to refuse, but in fact he might not be able to last long without survival skills.He wanted them to live, and he wanted to live himself.And there is an opportunity in front of him, so after a little bit of entanglement, Adams has come in front of him.

Well, don't worry about it now.Kuyama looked at the young man in front of him, and couldn't help but look at his strange hand, and suddenly his face became strange.

"You, your hand... Ah, sorry, sorry. I shouldn't have asked." The question in his heart made Kuyama ask involuntarily, but he quickly thought of the reason, and immediately knew that his behavior was very rude , so I hurriedly apologized.

"...Huh? It's okay. I'm used to being looked at differently by others. You don't have to be so sorry." Of course Adams knew what was strange about him, but the experience of these years and the recent life and death had made him good at hiding it. With my true emotions, I can respond to these gazes without changing my face.

Kuyama didn't expect this young man with a special status to say such a thing so frankly, and immediately knew that he couldn't look at him with his own understanding.So looking at Adams beside him, Kuyama chose to sit down after a little thought.

Just sat down on this dusty floor, because he completely ignored the filth that he was used to.Seeing this, Adams and Joyce, who came over, immediately had a deeper understanding of the situation of this group of people, but it was only a trivial matter to want to understand each other.

"It seems that you have had a bad time along the way." Adams pulled Joyce and sat beside Kuama and spit out such a sentence.

"...You are the same, right?" Kuyama asked the two of them with a wry smile.

...a moment of silence.Because Kuyama's rhetorical question seemed to remind Adams and Joyce of the days without Su Bai, it was so gloomy and hopeless, as if they would disappear into the world due to unknown reasons in the next moment.

"That's right. There is no so-called safe place to fight everywhere now." Adams touched the weeds that had just grown on the ground and expressed his opinion.

Joyce continued: "That's right. Even a city as big as Aser was overturned in one day? I saw it with my own eyes, and that is a scene I will never forget."

As soon as Kuyama heard it, he immediately knew that Joyce, who helped them yesterday, should be from this city, otherwise he would not have said such obvious words.

"By the way, are there seven people in total on your side?" Adams continued to ask.

"Well, that's right, there are only seven of us now." Kuyama nodded, but a little memory seemed to flash in his eyes in the blink of an eye, which made people feel sad.Then he also asked Adams: "How many people are you busy here?".

"...four, only four" was Joyce's answer to Cuama's question.

But Kuyama heard this answer and immediately turned to look at Joyce, with an expression of uncertainty and doubt on his face.

"Yes, but it depends on the four of you. It is more difficult to survive than us...".

"In theory, this is the case. Three of the four of us can be regarded as "children" without any power. Originally, we should all die if we can't get here. It's just the fourth person who changed our destiny." Adams The expression was complicated, but he said something that had been buried deep in his heart.

That is about Su Bai's identity and what he wants to do, and why he wants to help himself.These things have been wandering repeatedly in Adams' mind, so he can't help but think about it.

When Kuyama heard the words, the question in his mind immediately had an explainable direction, so he turned his head and looked at Adams who was speaking.

"He helped you, didn't he?" Kuyama asked urgently.

"That's right. My sister and I, and Joyce, are able to survive in this chaotic world because of his help. Even now we are here talking to you mostly because of him. He..." Adams sighed in his words, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

Cuama did not immediately respond to Adams' frankness.Instead, he imagined in his mind the ability to protect the three children and continue to move forward in such an environment, and finally he came up with a very likely result.

"He, is he a fifth-order existence?" Kuyama asked, suppressing his excitement.

But it's a pity that Su Bai hasn't told the three of them about his cultivation level so far.So Adams just shook his head: "Sorry, we don't know about that."

"...Is that so? Well, I should have thought about it. How can I live well without hiding anything about the current situation?" Kuyama gave his guess and expressed his understanding.

After all, with the armies of the two races assembled, even a fifth-order existence might not be able to protect him steadily.Kuyama once hid in the dark and saw the powerful transcendent who called the wind and rain also fell to the mortal world under the crush of the two kingdoms. He was deeply impressed by the collective power oppression.

So for Su Bai's act of concealing himself, Kuyama thought it was normal, and he didn't do anything else.

Adams and Joyce realized one possible point from what Kuyama said: that is, Su Bai might not be omnipotent as they thought, and he was only doing his best to protect the people around him.