My future diary cannot be the last one

Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a whole day had passed. If everything that happened at this moment was a script, it would be as if the writer in charge of writing suddenly got lazy and slept all day, so that he didn't write a word and didn't dare to let the readers know.

but no matter.

As Si Nian spoke, the almost stagnant time and frozen atmosphere were finally broken.

"Puff."

Si Nian covered his small mouth, turned his head, and let out an uncontrollable chuckle, as if he was mocking a certain Yuan Chu who was just so proud.

As the person who has the deepest relationship with Xun Xi. Si Nian actually knew that there was nothing wrong with Xun Xi's condition, but she finally acted according to Xun Xi's request. And thanks to the desperate writer's classic villain introduction of his conspiracy, Xun Xi successfully delayed another wave of time.

But compared to Si Nian.

It's a bit hard to accept on the desperate writer's side. So He began to predict the future almost immediately and wanted to know the reason why Xun Xi was fine.

However---

"can not see?"

——

There is nothing in the picture of the future that can solve his doubts, and Xun Xi is not like him, and will not talk about his plans idly.

But the desperate writer soon reacted.

".in the past?"

As a primitive, despairing writer cannot be compared to future diary or insight. The future that He could not predict could only be a future that had no possibility at all. So he immediately withdrew his gaze and turned his gaze to the past, but here comes the awkward part——

He is the God of foreknowledge.

Not the God of History.

He didn't know everything about Xun Xi's past. Moreover, He had thought about it before implementing the plan, so there should be no surprises.

【what is going on? 】

Finally, the desperate writer’s golden cursive characters appeared on the black book.

"Want to know?"

Xun Xi smiled even more happily when he saw this: "I won't tell you."

"That...my plan"

At the same time, Xu Junfang, who thought he was able to do it again, was tiptoeing towards the console, wanting to implement his grand plan to have supernatural powers for all mankind.

【shut up! 】

The next second, the golden squiggles on the black book interrupted Xu Junfang's movements angrily: [Do you think you will succeed if I ask you to do it? I just want to see the look on your face when you thought you were good again and got back on track after overcoming all difficulties, only to fail again. 】

"What...!?" Xu Junfang hesitated.

【You will definitely fail. There was no chance of success from the start. 】

The desperate writer directly revealed the future: [Because there are some human beings in this world who will not be affected by the past supernatural effects of the Penglai treasure ship. 】

【As long as they are alive. 】

[It is impossible for human beings to become completely supernatural. 】

[Otherwise, why do you think the other Primordial Beings are so immovable and have no interest in you? 】

[Don’t even think about why I’m the only one talking to you. 】

[The end result of your plan is to exterminate more than 90% of the human race with your own hands, and it has achieved nothing, so you should just shut up and stop. 】

【I'm not interested in you now. 】

Every word of the desperate writer was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Junfang's heart. After the words fell, Xu Junfang collapsed on the captain's chair again, his expression already numb. Normally, the desperate writer would not mind admiring this expression.

But now, the desperate writer doesn't care at all.

He has only one idea.

【what do you want? 】

On the black book, golden squiggles appeared quickly: [Tell me what you did, and I can give you whatever you want. 】

Desperate writers like to have fun.

It doesn’t matter if the pleasure is Himself.

But the last thing He can accept is half-hearted fun. The plan he had worked so hard to create was thwarted by Xun Xi. It was not that he had not thought about this situation, but if he did not know the reason why Xun Xi thwarted him, this fun would be substandard, just like those works of his eunuchs.

It is a failure.

In order to prevent this fun from turning into a failure, the desperate writer obviously does not care about his enemies: [I can tell you the secret hidden by the corpse immortal. 】

【Do you want to return to Earth? 】

【I can tell you where the earth is. 】

[Or are you interested in visitors from other worlds? I can tell you His story too. 】

[Are you confused about the ticket for Hope Cinema I gave you? I can also tell you what it does. 】

[Or do you want to know the future? 】

I saw the handwriting of a desperate writer constantly emerging on the black book. At this moment, not only did he not look like a writer, he even looked like a reader urging me to update.

"This is really an unexpected surprise."

Looking at the desperate writer with such an attitude, Xun Xi felt that he had a deeper understanding of this original person: peeling away the original mask, how similar it is to human beings. A superior god? That's not the case at all. This is just a human being who has taken control of power.

".All right."

After thinking for a short time, Xun Xi finally relented and said: "Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you with great mercy."

"As for what I want"

I hope Tu Su can learn about the movie ticket issue at the cinema.

The corpse immortal's secret has nothing to do with him.

He also has other ways to predict the future.

So what he wants to know has been decided from the very beginning: "I want to know, how did the visitor from the other world become the original?"

【.】

The desperate writer's golden cursive handwriting suddenly paused.

After a while, the handwriting reappeared: [.You want to know this? 】

"That's right." Xun Xi nodded.

【.good. 】

In the black book, the desperate writer did not write a large paragraph of intense emotions like before, but only wrote one word heavily: "What you want, the ritual of becoming the original, is in this notebook." . As the original, I acknowledge your achievements. 】

【You won. 】

If Xun Xi had not mentioned this, then he would have treated it as unaware, but when Xun Xi took the initiative to mention it, the desperate writer could not ignore it.

Follow ancient covenants.

Human beings who defeat the "original" will gain the power to challenge the original.

(See the end of Chapter 344 for details)

[Tell me now. 】

【how did you do it? 】

Xun Xi had no intention of inspecting the goods first. It would be better to say that this kind of transaction with unequal power depends entirely on the desperate writer's own attitude. Xun Xi saw this clearly.

So he said simply: "Because of my body."

【What's the meaning. 】

"Just now in your game, I left my awareness inside. The result is that my body has been replaced by my awareness, and I only retain my human consciousness."

【Yes. 】

[According to my plan, after you return, your consciousness will revive, and your two consciousnesses will fight for the body. 】

[You will definitely lose in the end. 】

"Yes."

Xun Xi nodded, then changed the topic: "But my current body has nothing to do with Guanzhi."

【.Eh? 】

"Have you forgotten?" At this point, Xun Xi couldn't hide her smile: "The original Ghost Gate Inn was still a trap set by you yourself. My original body had been destroyed in order to leave the Ghost Gate Inn. Stay inside." (See the end of Chapter 259 for details)

In order to leave the Ghost Gate Inn.

He was forced to commit suicide in a coffin, and then let the departed Sinian reshape his body and resurrect him in the outside world. From that moment on, his body was no longer visible.

It was created by Si Nian using supernatural powers.

In other words-——

"Even if I don't do anything and don't see your third-level plan, you won't succeed. And the reason why the plan fails is you."

"writer."

【.】

I finally wrote it down. From Ghost Gate Inn to here, it’s really nice to be able to write down the interesting things that come to my mind~