A Genius and a God Fell In Love

The middle-aged man said, "This is a clue, it should be a reminder to let us go forward."

The boy was overjoyed, "Then let's move forward quickly."

"go."

—

Ten minutes later, the guard beast disappeared.

Zhao Feiyuan was caught off guard from falling from above and almost hit Nangongnan's body.

She exclaimed: "Nangong, why are you lying on the ground?"

Nangongnan said weakly: "I'm afraid that the guard beast will step on me, so I got under its stomach in a hurry."

Zhao Feiyuan stretched her face and smiled, and sat down beside her, "I said you are very clever, see, there is always a way to protect yourself."

The little girl sat up on the floor and whispered: "When I was a child, I was often pushed and bullied by people because of my thinness. If I can't beat it, I can only hide. I'm used to avoiding too much."

Zhao Feiyuan patted her shoulder, "It's all over, you are very strong now."

"That's because you are there, thank you."

The girl's shiny eyes are like soaked gems, beautiful and delicate.

Zhao Feiyuan said: "I didn't help you, hey, what is this?"

She picked up a piece of paper from where Nangongnan had just lay, "Right, what do you mean?"

She took the note and circled it around, and finally her eyes fell to the right. "Could it be that you mean to go to the right?"

Nangongnan coughed weakly and said, "Yes, didn't the judge say that there will be clues to subdue the guard beast, this should be the clue."

"That's right, then we will go to the right."

Zhao Feiyuan was a decisive girl. She immediately got up. Suddenly, she remembered Nangongnan's body again, and then turned around and said, "Nangong, would you like to rest for a while?"

The dry mud had almost fallen off, almost revealing the girl's entire face, looking at it this way, her face was weaker and paler than before, and her lips were very white.

As if she would fall to the ground in the next second, Zhao Feiyuan looked unbearable, and said, "I should rest a little longer."

Nangongnan struggled: "No, I, I can still hold on." He was panting in just a few words.

Zhao Feiyuan quickly helped her and said, "You should rest a little longer. I will explore the way. Who knows whether the road pointed to by the note is a way to survive or a trap."

Nangongnan nodded: "Well then, be careful, don't go too far, you will get lost."

"Yeah." She helped the girl to sit down again, and walked to the right holding the note.

Nangong Nan turned his head and looked at the broken black cloth.

The restorer did not show up.

Has it been repaired elsewhere?

It seems that other players also thought of the method of controlling the guard beast with black cloth.

She stood up on the floor, walked to the broken black cloth, and raised her hand—

Suddenly a gust of wind blew her, and her face was muddled by the black cloth.

Through the tattered hole, I saw the person on the other side with a smile in his eyes.

The restorer is still wearing a light-colored streamer and a large robe, gold-rimmed glasses, and thin gold chain tassels hanging from the side of the face.

Seeing him, the majestic oppression of seeing the gods and Buddha statues came again.

It's just that the aura on his body is not pure, like a sense of chaos in which a variety of divinities merge together.

At this time, the Nine Heavens' Sanskrit-like voice sounded: "After the guard beast disappears, don't touch the broken cloth indiscriminately, you see."

When his hand touched the tattered cloth, he squeezed it lightly, and a black thread fell from the place where it was snagged.

"This situation is also judged by the judge as damaging game items."

"..."

Nangongnan raised her pale little face, her eyes were innocent and pure, and she whispered in a low voice, "I suspect you are teasing me like a kid."

He said: "Even if you look at it from a human perspective, you don't look like an adult."

"I am eighteen years old."

"Only eighteen, he is a child as expected."

"..."

The restorer raised his hand, the halo spread out, and the broken black cloth immediately returned to its original shape.

He sighed, "It won't come next time, just break it. At best, it's ugly. This time the players are too smart, and it's too tiring to repair one by one."

South of Nangong: "..."

This person really owed him, he came and went without a trace, and he repaired the black cloth as soon as he lifted his palm. Is this tired?

In these few seconds of sighing, he has repaired all the cloth.

Versailles is a match.

Suddenly, Nangongnan caught a few words in his mind and lifted the black cloth to ask: "Can these cloths not be repaired, right?"

"Human children are so smart, they know the key points."

South Nangong Road: "You repaired them because they were inconsistent and not good-looking?"

The restorer lifted his slender fingers and pushed his glasses. All five of his fingers had rings, and there seemed to be lines of different shades on the rings.

Just as Nangongnan's attention was focused on the ring, the man sighed in distress and said, "This is probably what you humans call obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Nangong Nan slipped and almost fell on the ground.

Sure enough, it was too much beating.

Nangongnan was not sure whether he would appear again in the future, so he seized the opportunity to ask, "Can you see the entire process of our game play?"

The restorer said: "You can see if you want to, but there are too many people, dazzling, and looking dizzy."

"So you don't watch?"

The restorer did not answer, but stared at her with a meaningful expression.

Nangongnan did not evade and greeted his sight openly.

However, being stared at by a person exuding chaotic divinity, the pressure coming from his head was really unbearable.

This feeling is very contradictory, with the warmth and compassion of divine light, and the oppressive and uncomfortable filth and chaos.

Suddenly, the girl turned sideways and coughed violently.

Coughing breathlessly, tears came out.

The repairer had pity in his eyes, and said in the kind of sanskrit sound of compassion for all living beings: "It's too pitiful. Human beings are indeed a very desperate race. I really admire it."

Nangongnan finally stopped coughing, gasping and said, "Since we feel that we are very hardworking and pitiful, then you might as well reduce the difficulty of the game."

The repairer shook his head, "The rules of the game were born with the game, and no one can change it at will."

Nangongnan’s eyes moved slightly, that is to say: It cannot be changed at will, but it is not impossible to change, right?

She pursed her lips and asked softly, "Who set up this game and why should we play the game?"

The restorer looked at her with that meaningful look, with a smile on his lips: "You are a shrewd child, and he's very good at using opportunistic words."

Nangong Nan didn't feel guilty, and said, "This is a question that all players want to know. No one wants to die here in a muddle."

The repairer said: "This is already the third part of the Gods Game. One of you is a wise and brave player who has broken through five levels and cut six generals all the way. He has surpassed the first two parts alone."

Speaking of this, he looked at her, his eyes were tolerant and gentle from the gods, "You can pin your hopes on him. As long as he wins the third game, humans don't have to play games anymore."