Author: Going to the Winter

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Anyway, you have to try it.

You can't miss this opportunity-

The "store room" that has lost its management, a living fossil that is friendly and easy to communicate with, the heart is filled with knowledge from the legendary period ninety million years ago, and a just-in-heartless soul as a container, although it may not be so suitable.

Before that, we have to ask about his wishes.

"Naruf, do you want to die?" Yicha said.

He has to ask this question, he really can't be sure.

When suffering from unavoidable torture, the devil's growth is particularly troublesome, so many devils feel that "why not forget it" after living for too long.

Naruf has been suffering from monotony and boring for 90 million years and has limited torture from his friends.

Under the gray, magical bricks of the "storage room", a desolate chaos.

Any choice he makes is possible.

"Hi! What's this?" Naruf laughed and said:

"You heard my will, man. Long live hell! The real hero Naruf will return to Fire Leg Zhesan and gallop with my beloved suffocation night."

That's really good. He doesn't want to die.

But not quite good.

Fire Thunder Zhesan is still there, but it is difficult to gallop on it.

I don't know what he will react after learning the truth.

I thought about it for a second.

Then simply said:

"Friends, listen to me, I have a lot to say, you may have to be mentally prepared."

"No matter what, I can't scare Naruf."

"That's why I told you." Yicha laughed.

He paused for a second and said:

"If I can be resurrected, I can take you with me. Let's escape Wangchuan's sanctions together. How about it? Man."

Naruf let out a little "hi".

But he continued without interruption by checking and said:

"But I have to tell you. Ninety million years have passed. Times have changed. Let me tell you the truth, Naruf.

Fire Thunder Zesan is now a small river. Herajisama has become a dangerous beach, which is now the border of purgatory, and the night of suffocation is probably not found. Your crew members are probably gone. That's the truth.

Compared to your time, hell has undergone a lot, big, big change.

None of these changes are very good.

The king of all demons is Bethibu - you may not have heard of it, she is a little young. She has other names, the king of flies, the enemy of order, and so on.

In any case, according to a stupid wrong prophecy, she is now going to attack other planes. The reason I came here is to stop this and also prevent other planes from attacking us. And to break the conspiracy behind this wrong prophecy, which is a bit complicated.

If we are successfully resurrected, I just ask you not to participate in this matter. You don’t have to do anything for me, but you’d better not stop me. You can’t stop it either.

OK. Let go of this beforehand.

As for me, we can talk often, and I will tell you whatever you ask. I hope you can share your story.

If everything goes well and you want to, I can give you a place to stay and you can follow me. If you are bored and want to find something to do, I have some here too.

But listen to me.

The following are very important.

There is no fire thunder, no Hrajisama's pier, no suffocation night number, no frozen diamond gold pen.

No luck.

If you are resurrected, you are the loneliest demon of this era, and the things you are familiar with no longer exist. The songs you hum in the current demons may feel completely noise, the language they speak may feel very naive, and you may feel that all the guys are fools - a considerable part of them is indeed.

And they will think you are an unreasonable old antique.

No one will understand you. Others will not believe what you say. I don’t know what you will suffer.

My ambition is not sailing, Naruf. What I do for you may not necessarily fit your hobbies. I can help you, but if our paths are different, we will eventually part ways. Man. I can tell you that you are a guy who loves hilariousness. So I must remind you that loneliness may kill you again.

Of course, long live the Chaos Hell, but ninety million years have passed since the hell you are familiar with, and you may not be satisfied with this hell.

This hell may not be satisfied with you.

That's it. Man. You can think about it carefully.

If you change your mind, feel that you have lived enough, and lose your only hope, I can kill you immediately - I can guarantee this. The guy who ate half of you is with me.

If she eats you, your current soul and memory will dissipate and return to the normal cycle. You will come again according to the process and become a new little guy who has nothing to do with now.

That's it.

Now think about it carefully. I can wait for you for half an hour. I'm done."

Half an hour.

This time has been estimated by looking up. It is between just enough time and more than enough.

Sure enough, Naruf was silent.

He has been talking for a long time, a long time, a long time.

I was not in a hurry and counted the time with my heartbeat.

"I Chainte." After a while, Naruf shouted, "You are this name?"

"I Chaint Sincadesdu."

"This is all true? We are all demons, man. You have always heard this sentence: Don't believe the devil's words, they can say anything."

This time it was Yichao's turn to laugh, "This sentence is exactly what we said."

He paused for a while. He did not give any extra explanation.

"It seems to be true." Naruf said to himself.

About five minutes passed.

"I'll ask you something. You can't lie to me." Naruf said again.

"I said it. I can tell you whatever I ask."

"Why are you resurrecting?"

"What?"

"Man. Look."

Naruf whispered twice, his voice sounded very calm, "You have come to Gammeniti. Why do you still think so much? You are a complete soul, right? Why don't you go to schedule a schedule, swim in Wangchuan, and wait for the next rebirth in the world? This is much easier."

"That's because I have something to do in my mind now. I don't want to reset it." Yicha replied simply, "But your words..."

"Hi. Hi. I don't think so. Man. Listen to what Old Naruf thinks. Old Naruf just met you today. That's how I think."

"Yeah." I didn't object.

"It's very simple, because you're a real hero, friend. You're just like me."

Naruf started laughing.

"A real hero. Can face everything. Hi! Old Naruf can stand those. Guy. Just follow yours. I know what I want to do. Take Old Naruf to that new hell! Fuck it."
Chapter completed!