Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Shen Jin's voice was still gentle, but his words were not at all humane: "Break it, and you can get out."

……

Sartre was a competent performer. At least this part of his speech was filled with indignation: "I possess the most extensive territory on this continent. My people hold me up, submit to me, and make me their king."

In his narration, the Lost Kingdom level has another background.

This is a continent with thousands of years of history. Although there have been many divisions and reunions, and the kings have changed their surnames several times, the dynasties have always existed. Each new king who ascends the throne will use the name of the old dynasty, and the cycle will continue.

"If the old system is not changed, how can the new king establish his authority?"

Xiao Jiangran, having come from a dynasty, naturally knew that the first thing every founding emperor did was to erase traces of the previous dynasty to consolidate his rule. Even if a son inherited his father's legacy, he would change the reign title to mark the beginning of a new era.

Sartre, however, was surprisingly puzzled: "Why change?"

He answered as if it was a matter of course: "We are all citizens of the Daluo Dynasty."

Xiao Jiangran asked tentatively, "Since you are going to ascend the throne, why don't you create your own dynasty name? You will be the founding monarch. History will forever remember your achievements, won't it?"

Sartre was stunned.

He was somewhat moved, but he opened his mouth and said, "I am a citizen of the Daluo Dynasty."

Those were not the words of a king aspiring to the throne, especially one who had lost his crown and was collaborating with "outsiders" to overthrow the high priest.

Xiao Jiangran took note of this and calmly shifted the topic to the high priest.

"The high priest stole your throne?"

Sartre finally emerged from his chaotic standby state, like a raging machine that had been struck by a key word. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could devour the high priest alive.

"She claimed to be a messenger of God and drove me off the throne!"

"She has deceived my people into abandoning their homeland!"

"I'm going to kill her, I'm going to kill her!"

"Glory will always belong to Daluo!"

……

After venting all his anger, Sartre entered the program again, just like a robot triggered in stages.

"Warrior, I know you come from far away."

He looked at Xiao Jiangran sincerely and tried to hold his hand.

Xiao Jiangran avoided it without leaving a trace.

Sartre's enthusiasm remained undimmed: "I know you and I have a common enemy."

"We worked together to kill her."

Like an NPC that issues tasks.

Xiao Jiangran thought about his stalled assessment. No matter what, he needed to speed up the progress of the task.

So he clenched his fist, raised his hand, and touched Sartre's fist. This was a ritual unique to this level.

"it is good."

……

It took Shen Jin some time to finally calmly accept the fact that not only had all his weaknesses been exposed, but he was also a lone commander.

I feel quite indifferent, with a bit of weariness and boredom.

"help me."

"Hey, why did you suddenly go crazy and ask me for help?"

There was no one here, no sign of life. Shen Jin naturally thought that his mind had been temporarily split apart and his brain was malfunctioning again.

"not me."

She gave an accurate answer.

"Who is that?"

"Dynasty, old spirits..."

She sensed it carefully and came to a conclusion.

"I can't save him." Shen Jin refused decisively.

The establishment of a new dynasty requires the right time, place and people. In just one world, there are countless dynasties that have attempted to emerge but were forcibly suppressed and destroyed.

The cause and effect behind this is confusing and involves too many things. She is just here to rescue people, so she doesn't want to do such a worrying and troublesome thing.

Moreover, the simulated world is an empty space. Even if the spirit of a dynasty is born, it is just a string of numbers and a code, without any meaning.

"You have to save me, sister."

That voice was even more stubborn.

He seemed about to cry: "You promised me."

Shen Jin:?

"Shou, did you do this?"

Shen Jin solemnly called out her other self's name. Everyone knew she was only responsible for her actions after becoming a human. As for her life before becoming a human, that was all Shou's responsibility; it had nothing to do with her.

Shou was really speechless.

"Shen Jin, you haven't learned any of the good qualities of humans, but you have learned to play dumb and get away with it."

"I think you might as well take over the power of laziness."

"But I really don't know you."

Shen Jin stared into the void.

As she watched, the very laws of space began to vibrate and distort the air, and a child, no taller than her waist, crawled out.

The child's outfit is very consistent with her boss's.

Purple hair, golden eyes, white robes hanging down to the ankles. Her eyes were red, and there were even traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.

Shen Jin: ...

It was like she was bullying a child.

His eyes were level with Shen Jin's.

Shouted: "Shen Jin! You don't keep your word!"

Shen Jin: ...

Shou laughed out loud: "Whose fault is it, huh? If you don't know him, how could he call out your name?"

"Humph, what does the name he called Shen Jin have to do with me, Shou?"

He said stubbornly, but he had already frowned and pinched the child's cheek: "How do you know my name?"

The child looked betrayed and was about to cry: "You forgot about me."

"You said that after you left Yuanye, you would come back and take me away."

Shen Jin seemed to have recovered his scattered memories in his voice.

He was a tall man.

He is surrounded by stars and is the only source of light in the deep night.

He seemed to push her out.

His lips moved slightly, as if he was giving instructions.

"shortage."

Shen Jin subconsciously said a name.

The child's eyes widened: "You remember?"