Super God Gene

“If you can get that sword, you may be able to chop open a tree hole and take out the eggs of the soul.” Night breeze eyes said brightly.

“There is a real possibility, but maybe someone just wants us to go back and get that sword.” Hanson said.

It's all too coincidental, they didn't pull out a sword on the road, and they predicted that they would meet a tree and then kill each other in front of it. Now there are eggs in the tree, and they need that sword to open the tree hole. Obviously, it's all too coincidental.

“My men are willing to take a chance to get the sword back.” Night wind to Lady Mirror, please.

“Go on, be careful.” Lady Mirror said softly.

“Yes, my men certainly do not disgrace their mission.” Immediately after the night wind ceremony, he turned his back on his way.

But after a short walk, the night wind stopped again, looking at the Duke beside him, thinking to say to Lady Mirror: “Madam, he is dying anyway, let me get rid of him, so as to avoid trouble. ”

Hanson understood the meaning of the night breeze when he heard it. The night breeze was obviously a little constrained by the prophetic painting on the screen. He wanted to solve the duke first. Thus, the shameless man in the painting was missing. The prophecy did not attack itself, it must be a lie.

The Mirror Lady nodded slightly, and the night breeze lifted up the Duke and turned around, quickly disappearing on the road.

“Will you let him go?” Hanson looked at Lady Mirror and asked.

Hanson didn't believe that Mirror Lady and Night Wind could not see the strangeness in it, but Mirror Lady let the Night Wind go, making Hanson a little confused.

Lady Mirror said faintly, "Do you think if I don't let him go, he won't go? ”

“You mean the night wind betrays the eggs of the soul?” Hanson probably understood Mrs. Mirror's idea that if Mrs. Mirror prevented the Night Wind from taking the money and the Night Wind insisted on putting the soul in the eggs, it was likely that the prophecy in the picture would occur.

“I don't know if the night breeze will betray me, but many frames are likely to be broken in the face of absolute interest. The temptation to break the rules is too great, and now the price is too small, so I have to prevent it.” Mrs. Mirror sighed.

“With your knowledge of the night breeze, would he have done something else if he had really brought back the sword and got the eggs?” Hanson asked.

“I don't know." Mrs. Mirror shook her head slightly and said, “So now we have to prepare ourselves. It's best if the night wind doesn't have a rebellious heart, and if it's a real rebellion, at least we have the means to keep our lives alive. Now more than ever before, I am only a king. If it is a death battle, it must not be an adversary of the night wind, you and I, together, may have a chance to survive. ”

“Even if you and I work together, it's not easy to fight against a God-fearing man.” Hanson shook his head.

Lady Mirror reached for the hair in front of her quota and smiled and said: “If you are a normal king, ten times more is not an opponent of the night wind, but you and I are different. As long as you and I work together, even if you are not an opponent of the night wind, it is not difficult to save your life. ”

“I'm naturally with Madame.” Hanson laughed.

“Though I have fallen to the rank of king, the realm and the awareness of the Divinity level are still there, and I know the power of the Night Wind as well, by then you will only have to obey my command, and if the Night Wind is truly a bad attempt, we will be able to escape.” Mrs. Mirror said.

“All obeyed the Lady's orders.” Hanson's mouth promises pain, but his heart also counts for itself.

At a time when the situation became more complicated, each of the three people had their own minds. Although they knew that they had their own minds, their chances of survival in the remnants of the city were lower, but in the face of the temptation of the soul tree egg, nobody could resist it.

Although Lady Mirror didn't say it, she must have some thoughts about the soul tree eggs, but it's just not as obvious as the night breeze.

“Do you think the night wind can safely pull out the sword?” The two of them were silent for a while, and Hanson thought it was no way to wait, so he took the initiative to talk about it.

“I don't know." Lady Mirror paused and went on to say, "It's obvious that something is trying to force us to draw the sword by borrowing an egg from the soul, and by common sense, the sword must be dangerous. But the night wind asked him to go. He was not a fool. Since he would go, there must be a reason for him, maybe...”

Madame Mirror didn't say anything, but from the look on her face, she seemed a little worried.

Hanson goes on to say what Lady Mirror didn't say: "Maybe he didn't care about the truth of the prophecy, did he? ”

Mrs. Mirror has nothing to say, as if Hanson had been defaulted.

Hanson continued: “If the prophecy is false, the night wind naturally doesn't matter, even if it is true, the prophecy is not harmful to the swordsman, after all, the swordsman in the prophecy dominates the wind, and finally another person survives. In the present situation, the nature most likely to survive is the night wind, neither you nor I are his opponents. ”

Mrs. Mirror nodded slightly, apparently she thought so.

“There's just one thing I don't quite understand. How can the Night Wind conclude that there's nothing fatal about that sword?” Hanson looked at Lady Mirror and asked.

Hanson doesn't know much about the night breeze and naturally can't judge the problem.

“Do not underestimate any of the divinely powerful, the night wind is not at the top of the divinely ranked ranks, but his ability to advance to divinely reveals a lot in itself, do not be obscured by his surface, or you will die a terrible death.” Lady Mirror said softly.

Hanson shrugged his shoulders and stopped saying anything, looking in the direction of the road, hoping to see something.

In terms of time, the night breeze should now be back next to the sword, and if there is a fatal design on the sword, it should almost be drawn.

But the rest of the city was quiet, and there was no movement at all, and it was not known whether he had pulled out his sword or not.

As Hanson pondered, he suddenly saw a man in the distance approaching, looking a little like a night breeze.

Surely, the man approached the night breeze and returned, carrying a sword on his shoulder, the same one they had seen on the road before.

It's just a little different from Hanson's imagination that the sword's body, which is the beginning of a meter, is flat at the front end, as if it had been cut off by some kind of sharp blade. The sword is actually a broken sword.

This discovery surprised both Hanson and Mirror Lady a little and I couldn't help but look at it.