A Million Possible

Chapter 359

“who are you?”

Elu clenched the jade-white hand of the cane, but grabbed it for a while, she resisted the urge to squat down and pick up the magic wand again, and asked in her most serious and “cold” voice.

Isn’t the evil god coming?

He claimed that the mask did not belong to him, but to his…teacher?

Could it be that this mysterious person is a disciple of Cthulhu?

Many thoughts and guesses came out of my heart and couldn’t hold it down.

But speaking of it, Elu sincerely feels that there are too many Cthulhu shadows on the other party. Just now, the back, the temperament of the masked momentary, the smile-even if she has never seen the Cthulhu smile, there is still a… voice .

I don’t know if time has caused the memory to go wrong, Ailu always feels that the voice of the person in front of him is extremely similar to Lord Cthulhu.

“Probably, it is precisely because he is his disciple…that’s why there are so many similarities.” She thought.

In the cell, Cheng Lin faced the question and did not immediately answer, just like the owner of the room, he stretched out his hand and said, “Please sit down and talk.”

As he said, he sat down on the penalty iron chair stained with blood.

It seems that this is not a prison filled with terror, but a clean and tidy living room.

Ellu hesitated, walked over, sat down in the chair where Grace was sitting before, and asked anxiously: “You call him a teacher?”

“Yes,” Cheng Lin nodded calmly, stroking the mask in his hand, and explained, “This is my teacher’s mask. This time I came here to execute the teacher’s will. He said he wanted me to find you first, and then put the mask Show it to you to prove my identity.”

After saying this, Cheng Lin looked at Ai Lu.

This is naturally a lie.

It is also a more appropriate “identity” that he thought about during the short waiting time. If it is convenient to act, it is best to pretend to be the deity of Cthulhu again, and the anti-Righteous & Evil spirit is also like him, with a lot of “evidence.” He could do this completely, however, he rejected this plan after serious consideration.

No one, just because the risk is too great.

Judging from the situation of the Elf King Court, the timeline of this world has obviously gone for a long time, the situation is unknown, and the evil god is pretended to be disguised, and it is very likely to be dismantled.

During the deduction, his program deepened and his combat power had almost no upper limit, so he had no taboos in his actions, but he couldn’t do it in reality. The possibility of being punctured must be considered.

For example, how many “old people” who witnessed the evil gods’ miracles are left?

Is the Cthulhu’s remaining power still enough?

This is something that needs to be verified urgently. Therefore, instead of coming as the deity of the evil god, it is better to pull a tiger’s skin, descend from a generation, describe yourself as a carry token, arrive in this world, and help the teacher get a leftover here. Students of the world’s objects…In this way, there is no risk of being exposed.

Moreover, even if an elf wants to deal with himself, he must weigh down the gods hidden behind him.

“The gods are like nuclear weapons, and they are the most deterrent when they are not moving.”

…

Hearing these words, Ellu didn’t respond immediately, but stared blankly at the strange white mask in his hand, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, “Can I… touch the mask?”

After a pause, she explained: “I always have to verify the authenticity.”

“Of course.” Cheng Lin smiled and handed the mask over, and Ai Lu took it with both hands carefully. Then, her eyes, which had been restored to clarity, became wet again.

It’s it!

This is what it looks like!

Elu was excited, and carefully touched the edges, cheeks, nose bridge, hollow eye sockets, and center of the eyebrows of this white mask with the most sensitive fingerprints of her fingertips… She naturally couldn’t tell the truth, she was only delighted to find the mask and the memory. The appearance in the overlapped perfectly, and this alone had already made her excited, her expression distressed, and her thoughts precarious.

What kind of emotion is that?

It is difficult to describe. If you have to deduct a word from the dictionary, it is probably “remembering.”

“thanks.”

After stroking for a long time, Ai Lu raised her head again. She had recovered from the nostalgia and gained real calmness. She handed the mask back, and then stared at Cheng Lin with a complex expression, and asked: “You said come and fetch it for him. The same item?”

“Yes.”

“What item?”

“The seed of life.” Cheng Lin said the name without any scruples. After a pause, he asked back, “Is it still there? After all… it seems that a lot of time has passed.”

“Yes! Of course! Following God’s will, I led the sacrificial hall without leaving, and have guarded it for more than 50,000 days and nights!” Ailu replied decisively, without even a second’s hesitation.

More than 50,000 days and nights…

Cheng Lin subconsciously wanted to count how many years have passed. However, at The next moment, Ailu, who was sitting in front of him, said, “But, I can’t give it to you yet.”

“why?”

“Because, just by relying on a mask, you can’t fully prove your identity!” The beautiful and inconceivable elf girl who has grown up has extremely firm eyes at this moment.

“Is that so? How can I prove it?”

“More tokens!”

“good.”

Cheng Lin was not angry. Emotions could not be hidden in the clear eyes of the elf girl. What she said was what she thought, and being able to guard the Seed of Life so firmly is nothing from any angle. Something worthy of praise.

As for the token… Cheng Lin thought about it for two seconds before he made a decision. He slowly got up, walked to the iron door of the interrogation room, slowly closed it, and said: “There is really one token, which was bestowed by the teacher. I believe you should be familiar with it for self-defense.”

As his last tail sound fell, the iron door was completely closed, and the room suddenly dimmed, only a light source on the middle table opened up the light.

Under Ai Lu’s nervous and expectant gaze, Cheng Lin raised his right hand and stretched out his five fingers. A palm print in his palm suddenly lit up. In the initial space, the curled black flag “Woo” trembled, flew up, and broke through the space. The barrier appeared in Cheng Lin’s hands.

“Wow.”

I saw him summon the black banner, shake it lightly, and see the thick black mist spreading, like a haze, like a rolling tide, instantly flooding a small room.

In the thick black fog, one hundred and eight “ghosts” flew out screaming and fluttering in a small room. They screamed and roared, exuding spiritual fluctuations, and the whole room was rendered like ghosts in an instant.

gloomy!

Terrible!

Anyone who suddenly falls into this situation will feel fear. However, the elf girl in the moon-white robe bursts with dazzling light, trembling, her face flushed, and her mind is lost, as if she drank the strongest and most fragrant wine. , All of a sudden, it seemed to be crazy!

Controlling the war spirits to fly around, Cheng Lin lightly buckled the black flag iron shaft, and the dark clouds and mist were sucked into the flag again. There was no drop left. The large prison cell returned to calm. Only the swaying green flames on the center table showed it. It was not calm just now.

silence.

Still silent.

Putting away the black banner, just when Cheng Lin was about to ask if this was enough, he saw Ai Lu open her drunken eyes, looked at him, was silent for two seconds, and suddenly bowed down: “Elven Elf, See the envoy!”

…

…

In the silent interrogation room, Cheng Lin leisurely sat on the iron chair, watching Ai Lu standing at the other end of the iron fence.

Things went more smoothly than he expected. Cheng Lin had even done it just now. If it didn’t work, he took out the kettle and instant noodles, and used the taste of food to wake up Ai Lu’s dusty memory.

Fortunately, it is not that troublesome.

With the appearance of the battle spirit, combined with the mask, and Cheng Lin’s talking temperament and language, it is not difficult to identify his divine envoy.

After confirming this point, the next conversation will be much more efficient.

Ai Lu naturally has too many questions, but Cheng Lin is not ready to answer her right now… The main reason is that the environment here is not suitable, and things are prioritized. The second reason is…for some details. , He hasn’t compiled it yet…

“Ahem, so, one hundred and fifty years have passed since the teacher left?”

Cheng Lin asked with a cough.

“Yes, thanks to God’s salvation, the ethnic group has gradually recovered a little vitality in the past hundred years.” Ai Lu nodded respectfully.

This scene seems to have returned to the deduction, back to the “year”.

Cheng Lin tried his best to restrain the “Cthulhu classic action” such as sitting on a chair and raising his legs or knocking on the armrest of the chair, his eyes flickering.

For one hundred and fifty years, even though he had been mentally prepared, he couldn’t help but sigh when he heard this number.

Compared with the life span of human beings, this number seems a bit long.

According to the history of the earth, one hundred and fifty years forward.

That year Mendeleev had just created the periodic table of the elements, ushering in a new era of chemistry.

That year the world-famous Suez Grand Canal was completed and opened to navigation.

That year, the future prime ministers Chamberlain and Mahatma Gandhi, who will be in charge of the sunless empire, were born.

that year……

In Cheng Lin’s view, one hundred and fifty years is already an extremely long history, but in the elves, it is just a period of reconstruction. Ai Lufang has grown from an ignorant girl to the blooming flower in front of him.

“Races with different lifespans probably have different perceptions of time.”

Cheng Lin couldn’t help sighing, and then he joked:

“When I came, the teacher mentioned you and said that you were still a weak elf who was ignorant and cute, and fainted when you saw blood. Now it seems…has changed a lot. Well, it’s the magic level. It doesn’t seem to be improved. It’s huge.”

He closed his hazy eyes and smiled.

When the god-tier officer of the sacrificial hall heard this, a blush appeared on his beautiful face. Probably he did not expect the evil god to remember the trivial matter of being fainted. It is really…so ashamed…

“Because of physique, cultivation magic is always more difficult and slow…” She retorted unconvincedly.

This is the truth, the elves have a long life span, so they are very different from humans in terms of physique.

To cite the simplest example, it is like reproduction. Unlike humans, which are weird races that can give birth all year round, the reproduction of elves often takes decades as a unit.

The menstrual period of human women lasts 2-7 days, while the menstrual period of elven women… lasts for decades!

Just ask if you are scared or not? !

Isn’t it scary?

Correspondingly, there is also a gap in cultivation.

However, looking at Ai Lu’s appearance in this issue, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be finding reasons for herself…

It seems…well.

so cute.