My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

When Galan learned that his king used some small tricks to bring the captive players from another world to this world.

However, he seemed very calm, and even nodded his head silently while listening, indicating that he understood it and there was no big problem.

What does Xiao Lanlan think about this?

"I thought the King...you..." Galan rolled up the hair by his ear, but his eyes involuntarily looked elsewhere, as if he was hesitant and didn't know what to say.

"?"

"It's just... I thought you had already decided to kill everyone on the other side."

"....."

Herobrine seemed to smile helplessly. He suddenly raised his hand to smooth down Mulan's fur and patiently explained to her, "I have thought about it, but... not all players have bad intentions. I don't intend to hurt innocent people..."

"Unless..." Herobrine's tone suddenly paused. He narrowed his white eyes slightly, but a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

"At least..." A deep and cold voice gradually sounded, but it contained an imperceptible cold breath. He said: "Even God must learn to distinguish right from wrong."

"One day, when I no longer want to obey..."

“Maybe I’ll do that when it’s my duty as God.”

No one wants to see that. By that time... no one can persuade Herobrine to make the decision. Destroying a world is not easy for him...

* It's too easy *

Listening to what the other party said, Galan couldn't help but recall the scene presented by the crystal ball under the throne before.

He knew... everything Herobrine said was true, because he... saw it, but what he couldn't understand was why... Herobrine could see him in the crystal ball.

He even tried to get closer to him. The king seemed to be trying to convey some message to him, but unfortunately... he couldn't hear it.

* This is a limitation.

If you chat too long, you will lose more time.

"Okay... I understand, but don't worry... I won't let the king make that choice." Galan said, and then he reached out and touched Herobrine's head, patted his shoulder in a comforting manner, and then... ran away!

Are you kidding me... I rubbed my king's head, and if I don't run away, am I going to stand there and wait for Null's penny? !

"...?"

Herobrine, who had just been jerked off, was obviously stunned for a while. Now he had to think about what to say and do next, after all, there was a Null standing next to him.

Herobrine was just about to speak, but he didn't expect Null next to him to speak before him.

"I say... King... please don't spoil me too much." Null shook his head helplessly. He raised his eyebrows slightly and gave Herobrine a faint smile.

"...Then why don't you... bring him back and beat him up?" Herobrine suddenly asked. He didn't even think of other options. Anyway, he was not the one who needed to think carefully.

"My king...are you serious?"

"It's okay if I don't do it."

"........."

Null opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something but seemed to feel that he couldn't say it, so he chose to remain silent.

Wang...your abacus beads are about to fall on my face.

"Why not ask the Undead to do it?"

"That won't work... His reaction is bigger than yours."

“You... I... him...?” Null was speechless for a moment. He scratched his head strategically and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have something else to do?

"King, I have something else to do...I'll take my leave now."

"Okay, back off."

Herobrine naturally knew what that guy was thinking. He waved his hand, signaling that he could leave.

After Null left, the entire huge hall suddenly became quiet. Now only Herobrine and his lonely throne were left.

He turned slowly, his eyes fixed on the obsidian throne that was illuminated by a faint light. That was his unique position... He hoped that when all the disputes and chaos came to an end, everyone under his seat would be able to stand here intact.

After Galan left the hall, he listened to what Null said and went to a nearby open space where he found... Mu and Mo, who were not sure what they were doing, gathered together furtively.

Galan suddenly had an idea. He quietly came up behind the two of them, took a deep breath, and then shouted, "Hey! What are you doing?!"

Mu was startled by the sudden incident, and his paw holding the flint trembled with fear, and almost ignited the weak, pitiful and helpless Mo.

"What the hell! What the hell?" Seeing that his clothes were about to be set on fire, Mo quickly moved to the side, thus avoiding a tragedy.

But it still can't avoid becoming a "civilized ink".

"Uh... Galan? You're back?" Mu put away the flint in his hand. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he still greeted someone first.

"Yeah! I just came back from fooling around, and I just got scolded and beaten." Galan told the whole story without any hesitation, although it was a brief version.

"You... are Galan?"

Mo suddenly interrupted their conversation. He didn't do it on purpose, but the moment he saw the other person, he suddenly remembered that there was a guy who had been looking for him.

So much so that...he just now remembered that he...seemed to be working for Notch?

"Um... yes." Galan nodded while stroking his chin. Then he asked curiously, "Are you Mu's new friend?"

Mo and Mu looked at each other, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward. Although they had only known each other for a short time, they could still be considered friends, right?

perhaps.

At this moment, Galan suddenly changed his previous somewhat unserious behavior and stared closely at Mo in front of him. For some reason, he always felt that this guy had an aura that was somewhat familiar to him.

But he didn't know this guy at all and had never seen him before, so where did this feeling come from?