National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

"Oh, by the way, my friends, Jiang Yuan and Paimon, you two should know each other by now, right?"

Idris asked, continuing without waiting for their reply.

"It's Elf, the stupid god of elves."

How could Jiang Yuan not remember? He still remembered that he received a mission after seeing the two gods appear at the same time. After completing the mission, he summoned Wendy to play for a few days.

"I won't say more about him." Idris waved his hand to signal everyone not to pay attention to the person he mentioned, "Let's get down to business."

"In short, after I re-predicted the future of the Celestial Race, I found that they will still be plotted by the devil and the entire race will perish."

"Then I rushed here quickly, and continued to predict as I rushed, and found that no matter what I did, I couldn't change the future."

"When I arrived here and saw you, I found that the future had been changed by you."

Hearing this, the smile on Shuang's face did not diminish, and she said softly: "Then, how can you be sure that if you leave later, you won't find that our future will still be destroyed?"

It was about the fate of the Celestials, and all the Celestials present who heard Idris's words had serious expressions.

If I must say it, the attitude of the Celestial Race is a bit too much.

Idris is not from this place. He just comes to help out of kindness. Even if he is unable to help, it is not his fault.

But for the celestial beings, from learning that their own race would perish to crisis contact, and then to learning that their race would perish again, the ups and downs of events made it impossible to remain completely calm for the moment.

Even Shuang couldn't hold back a hint of questioning in his tone.

After asking this question, he quickly realized that his mentality was wrong and tried to calm down.

"Sorry, I'm not..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Idris interrupted Shuang's apology, "I am an elder of the Celestial Clan after all. It is my duty to find ways to change the future of the Celestial Clan."

"I can guarantee -" he raised his right hand, "I guarantee it as the God of Future Prophecy!"

"Jiang Yuan, when you saw me, I became the god of prophecy, right?"

Jiang Yuan nodded silently.

"That's it, your future has really changed!" Idris raised his chin, "If it doesn't work, can I use the long hair of my silly sweet friend as a guarantee?"

"Jiang Yuan and Paimon, when you saw Elf, his hair was still so thick, right?"

Jiang Yuan nodded with a strange expression.

He believed that not only him, but everyone present, including the audience who saw this scene, would have more or less the same thoughts in their minds after hearing Idris's assurance.

What grudges does this future god of prophecy have with his friends?

Are you really just saying whatever you want just because the other person is stupid enough?

"Why didn't you say you would use your hair as a guarantee?" Paimeng gnawed on the fruit and saw the conversation between Ling and Idris, and realized that his words were a bit rude.

So this sentence is pure confusion.

"Me?" Idris's face turned to Paimon. The cloak covered the upper half of his face, so that people could only see the smile on the lower half of his face. "Then, when you met me, my hair still there?"

"Ah, this..."

Paimon was asked.

The pleading eyes fell on Jiang Yuan's face, and Jiang Yuan blinked.

It's not that Idris has no hair, it's that they forgot.

Who would remember the state of the hair of a god who only has a relationship with him and covers most of his face?

But fortunately, he still has foreign aid.

The viewers in the live broadcast room were trying to remember the moment Idris asked the question.

"Does anyone remember?"

"I forgot."

"I wasn't in this live broadcast room at that time. I came here after seeing someone take a screenshot of the beauty of the elves in their prime. It's a pity that I missed the beauty of the elves."

"I didn't remember it, but I have photos! Let me look through it, there are too many screenshots."

"I recorded a video! I'll go take a look!"

"Official from the Ministry of National Transport: Relevant personnel have checked the relevant videos. After confirmation, the hair of the God of Prophecy is still there, the same color as his cloak, and is hidden in the cloak, so it is not easy to detect."

"Official review!"

"As expected of the official website! I can't even see it even if I zoom in on the screenshot!"

"Well done to the officials!"

"So the future of the Celestial Race has really changed!"

"That's great. It's a shame that so many beauties, big and small, are extinct."

"Yes, a race with wings is so amazing!"

"The tone upstairs is wrong!"

"Like Frankenstein who does human experiments!"

"Who dares to attack a race that is so good-looking and has such a good relationship with Jiang Yuan? Do they want their lives?"

"You don't need Brother Jiang to take action. Even the smallest celestial beings can't beat us, even the smallest celestial beings can't beat us if we have the fire attribute to light up a cigarette for half a day."

"Have you really thought about co-writing upstairs?"

"You don't care about the official thing?"

"You don't need to be official. If you dare to provoke my good friends, Brother Jiang, you want to taste my fist first!"

"What kind of non-distinct thought is this undivided thought?"

"..."

"Official from the Ministry of National Transport: The Internet is not an illegal place. Please be careful with your words and don't have inappropriate thoughts. Otherwise, if there is any problem (such as convincing people directly with reason), our officials will not care!"

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"Can it be astringent?"

"It's forbidden to be jealous! Beauty can only be viewed from a distance!"

"..."

Seeing the dangerous barrage being brought back to a relatively safe topic by the official announcement, Jiang Yuan let go of his slightly frowned eyebrows and nodded for the third time to Idris, who was waiting for his answer.

"You still have your hair."

"call--"

Idris breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief.

"Wait, why are you so nervous!" Pamon asked unexpectedly.

"Hahaha, just kidding." Idris laughed, "Are you sure now? There will be no problems in your future! The last danger has been solved by Jiang Yuan!"

"……thanks."

Shuang was silent for a few seconds, not knowing what to say.

They could only thank Jiang Yuan again, trying hard to think of how to express their gratitude.

The future of the entire ethnic group that was destined to perish was changed for the second time. What kind of things could be done to repay this huge kindness?

Shuang thought a lot in her heart, but she felt it was not enough.

Jiang Yuan didn't know what Shuang was thinking. Faced with the gratitude of the entire clan, his growing shame could not be used and he could only scratch his head and be humble.

"We are friends. What's wrong with helping friends? Besides, this kind of thing is not difficult for me."

A straightforward matter like fighting monsters is much easier than using your brain when protected by Zhongli's father's shield.

"Oh, it's so tiring to thank you." Idris noticed Jiang Yuan's embarrassment and spoke kindly on his behalf, "Why don't you thank me?"

"Because I specially robbed, ahem, invited a treasure from my friend!"