Then, it's what it looks like now.

The silver-character eyes of the **** of suspiciousness stared at the black-haired young man below, and the instinct of the spirit told her that this was a "spirit seed" in the same position as himself.

Obeying instinct, Fanlou's first sentence to Rope was still an inquiry.

"You, why did you say "I was shocked to see you"? In terms of verbal communication, this sentence should be something that can only be said to me by the existence of "meeting" or "familiar with each other." I have no subjective memory of you. If you have seen my soul when I am silent, how do you judge me as an individual by the soul? "

"...It's an exaggeration."

Rope twitched his mouth.

Although he was ready to face the "curious baby" when he saw Fanlou. But the tongue-twister-like questions of the **** spirit girl still made the **** of disaster feel speechless.

This is no longer within the scope of the "problem."

It's pure stubbornness and self-abuse of self-spirit.

The spirit of "suspicion" is really terrible...

"God of suspicion, let's put the question aside first..."

"My spirit does contain "suspicion," but I cannot be called the "god of suspicion." That is just the name of the spirit, and what I am "I" is still in the unknown and assumed stage. "

"Fan Tower..."

"What is "Fan Tower"? Assume that your current communication partner is me, but I cannot find a certain point about myself and "Fanlou". "

It's over.

what is this?

How could there be such a difficult spirit seed?

When the virtual text turned into reality and appeared in front of Rope, the black-haired youth realized that the difficulty of the suspicious god's communication was definitely above the "SSS" level.

"enough."

Rope sighed, clutching his forehead.

"Starting from today, your name is "Fanlou"... It sounds pretty good. I can't think of a better name for a while, so let's do it. Then skip the topic, Fanlou, the reason why you are currently drifting in the world..."

"My name is "Fanlou"? "

The **** spirit girl frowned.

"Negative! That's just the title you gave me subjectively. "Tentatively" the soul is the **** of disaster. "

"..."

"Tentatively, the soul is the **** of disaster"?

Luo Pei has heard countless names, some made him proud, some with a little shame, but only the one in the mouth of Fanlou made him feel messy.

Tentative? Could this fact be overthrown? !

The ""tentative" spirit is the **** of disaster. As you just said, the intellectual bipedal walking creature I chose cannot answer my question. So judging by the conventional meaning, should this sentence be interpreted as "You can answer my question"? "

The rest of the issues are leftovers, for the girl, this is the top priority.

Including "Why can it be answered?" If Luo Pei dared to nod his head and take a big deal, Fanlou could ask for hundreds of years without rest.

After all, in the void long ago, the God of Suspicion edited those unanswered and assumed questions into "books," and filled an entire library in the spirit.

"Quiet, okay?"

Rope said with an expression of pain.

"Fanlou...it is not allowed to deny or inquire about this name!"

"Well……"

The girl's brows were twisted together uncomfortably, and she mumbled softly.

"Your actions are "naming", usually between the creator and the created. I am not your creation, why would you "name" me..."

Rope decided to ignore the problem of Fanlou.

This girl is endless!

He stopped going around and said straightforwardly.

"All in all, you have a lot of questions, and I also have a lot of questions. Both parties need to spend a long time to explain the situation or resolve it through further argumentation. Then before this troublesome thing happens, will the God of Doubt be willing to believe me? , Come to me?"

That's right!

The advantage that Luo Pei possesses is that he knows Fanlou very well.

The black-haired youth knows very well that this girl who has trouble communicating is actually not that complicated.

After removing the outer shell of the "problem" package, Fanlou was just a child with a silly stupidity.

You don't even need to induce, as long as you can give her an answer that she agrees with, Fanlou will dedicate everything she has-the power that can reconstruct the continent in an instant.

Suspicious, please hope, exaggerate.

Even if the frontal combat power is not as strong as the strongest on the surface, Arthus is undoubtedly the first echelon of the gods, and I don't know where it is higher than the "God of Forging" Okan and the "God of Nature" Kainas.

Moreover, she is also the creator of Jikai.

To show its identity, the race that stripped the "God of War" Artesiu from the original book and possessed infinite self-transformation and evolution capabilities would inevitably fall into the alliance of the God of Disaster and the God of Suspicion.

--Perfect.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the now awakened God of Doubt is willing to believe in himself...

"Repeat the question just now, can you give me the answer?" Fanlou asked.

"Part of it."

Rope didn't dare to say too much.

"It may be a little subjective, but like the name "Fanlou", I will give you the necessary explanation that you agree with. "

"The request is answered."

Fanlou was unambiguous at all and said straightforwardly.

After that, the long-haired girl sitting on the ink fountain moved to the side of the black-haired young man, staring closely at Luo Pei's side face from the left.