Chapter 4709: Precarious

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"I cannot tell you the answer to this question, because we are recorders, observers, with limited authority, and cannot intervene in what is happening.

The skeleton rejected Deathstroke's question without any hesitation, and there was a bit of apology in his tone, but not much:

"I came to multiverse 1 to observe how it is destroyed, not to destroy it or save it. In the face of origin, any multiverse is small and worth mentioning. You should understand this truth , so change the question and don’t ask me something that might change the future.”

After hearing this answer, Su Ming curled his lips lightly. The existence of this self-proclaimed recorder is not easy to fool, and he is very cautious.

And he probably has the same power as Qianmanzhimeng, if he wants to be tough, it may not work, so we should chat more and see if he has anything he likes and whether he has any personality weaknesses.

If exchanging information can be regarded as a transaction, then you must pay attention to skills in asking questions. Sometimes it is better to ask others to quote than to ask yourself. This principle is similar to bargaining.

"Then within your purview, what information can you tell me that is most closely related to Blank?"

The death knell asked such a question, and at the same time, tentatively took out a cigarette and handed it to the skull.

The recorder waved his hand, indicating that he doesn’t smoke. He doesn’t even have a trachea or neck. What supports his head is the cervical spine, let alone lungs. How can he still smoke?

However, the fact of not smoking does not mean that Deathstroke will not be given the opportunity to continue trading. On the contrary, he really gave a piece of information:

"You've killed two of the three mothers, so I can tell you one thing about them, the one you call the baby-faced giant maggot, the one who killed Superman earlier The flesh and blood sculpture is called "Inferiority", and there is another one you haven't seen, she is "Autistic, they are three unformed concepts... Then I can't say more. "

Just when everyone was listening with gusto, the skeleton shook his head and stopped talking, because this was already the maximum information he could give without interfering with the future story of the multiverse.

Does it make sense? In his opinion, it has no practical significance. After all, it is just three names, which are information that can be traded.

"Oh, that's it. It's a good name. I have to think about it later. Su Ming smiled and lit a cigarette for himself, and touched the dead body sitting under his buttocks. The black maggot body was quite soft, like sitting Like on a beanbag: "It's your turn, what else do you want to ask me?"

The three names thought to be worthless by the skull head are not the same thing in the sound of death knell...

"As the human who killed Popetua, let's talk about her? She betrayed her race." The hand of creation, created this multi-system with ambition, but also polluted it with the darkest attributes.

The flaming skeleton looked up and looked into Deathstroke's face, and he asked a second question:

"And now that fate is dead, and all choices are in everyone's hands, then in the face of the coming doomsday, do you think there is any value in the continued existence of Multiverse 1?"

This question is a bit serious, because Su Ming has always known the origin and the attitude of the hand of creation.

Because multiverse 1 was created by Popetua, she is a crazy traitor, so the multiverse created by traitors, that is, the den of traitors, must be eliminated.

Someone had told Deathstroke before that the Judge of Origin would arrive soon, and by then there would definitely be another round of **** storms, which was inevitable.

But now the position of the recorder is a bit unpredictable. Su Ming didn't answer him immediately, but thought for a while and considered his own language:

"Who did you record this answer for?

Hearing Deathstroke say this, the recorder's jaw began to move up and down again, which should be laughing, and he said:

"I know what you are worried about, but there is no need for it. Although I have entered the reality level through the origin, the object of my service is "Taixu". I am only responsible for observing and recording, and will not hold any position."

"I said earlier that you were working for Taixu, I was shocked." Su Ming immediately relaxed a lot, and he took out another sip of wine to moisten his throat: "About your previous question, my The answer, of course, is that multiverse 1 has the value of continuing to exist. Maybe the hand of creation and the judge of origin definitely don't think so, but it doesn't matter. At the current cosmic level, when encountering disputes, the person with the big fist has the final say. I will Get them to agree with me, that's what human beings say about reasoning."

The recorder laughed silently again, his body swayed back and forth, almost falling off the big maggot's tail:

"You are so humorous, but you have no idea how powerful the origin judge is...

"No, I know." Su Ming interrupted him, even stretched out an arm and put it around the recorder's shoulder: "The three brothers of the monitor told me before that the origin judge was just an incarnation, and then With a flap of its wings, Poppetua was imprisoned in the general body and sealed on the wall of origin. This can be imagined with your toes. It is a super-time-flow level of combat power. In front of it, opponents at the multiverse level Like ants. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Oh? Since you know this, why do you still have such confidence to defeat it?" This time it was the skeleton's turn to be surprised. He raised his hand and clasped his bald head, his fingers were stained with some flames: "This Are human beings infected with a rebellious spirit living in the dark multiverse 1? Or is this the so-called immortal hope?"

"I can't say, if you really get to that step by then, you will see it." Su Ming patted the other party's shoulder, stood up and stretched, put the cigarette in his mouth into his mouth, and took a puff. Arrived at the cigarette butt, put it out and put it away: "Then you and I don't have anything to ask, or else we can't give the answer, so let's part here?"

"Of course, I will wait for your performance and record it in this book." The recorder also stood up, and the big book in his hand closed with a bang: "Maybe one day in the future, I will appear again In front of you, I hope you will still cooperate with my work as much as today.” 7

"If you always maintain a neutral position, I have no problem." Su Ming shook hands with the skeleton and said goodbye. He could feel the terrifying power coming from the shriveled bone claws, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. He smiled back Said: "You know me, in fact, I already have a backup plan to deal with you now, I hope it won't be used."

The burning head shook from side to side, the recorder didn't say anything, just turned around and left, as if walking into the night, one step away, he disappeared.

Obviously, he still doesn't believe in death knell, and he doesn't believe that ordinary people can do some unimaginable things. After all, he is not a human being.

But it doesn't matter, looking at the place where he disappeared, the death knell was silent for a few seconds, and then he waved his hand to say goodbye to the other party: "Good night, Makabaka."