Don't go to Tsinghua, go to Peking University.

Or, don't marry this long-legged lady, marry this cute loli...

certainly.

If it is the second situation.

Our country currently has a complete set of criminal laws.

Ahem.

In short, Amon was shaken when he heard that it was still possible for him to become his old self, not even Sequence 0.

Even though he knew that the other party was trying to trick him into jumping, in order to surrender the extraordinary and uniqueness of his 'mistake'.

but……

That is the source of matter.

A city of disaster at the same level as Origin Castle!

I work myself to death.

We have to worry about offending others and being polluted.

What is the picture?

Isn't it such a possibility to move towards greatness?

And now.

The opportunity was in front of me.

Amon thought to himself and couldn't help but breathe a little heavier.

When Jon saw it, he chuckled: "Are you excited?"

Amon didn't speak.

But then I thought about it, there is no point in pretending to be serious in front of a true God who is accustomed to seeing through people's hearts.

So he nodded simply, "Yes."

After a pause, he continued: "No one can be unmoved in front of the Seiran."

"The City of Disaster...the hidden fourth pillar." Jon licked his lips, "That is an opportunity for the universe to restart."

"Ah?" Hearing this, Amon couldn't react.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that the pollution contained in this knowledge was much more intense than the aura emanating from the City of Disaster.

Without noticing for a moment, the whole person exploded into insects all over the ground.

Jon chuckled.

Pick out one of the insects of time that you just put away.

Not long after, Amon reassembled a body.

But this time the body is not that of a girl, but that of a child who looks half-grown.

There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he would be blown over by the wind in the next second.

"Hey, what did you just say to me?" Little Amon was extremely confused.

He frowned and murmured to himself: "It's strange that I would take the initiative to give up my memory."

"Who knows?" Jon shrugged.

Little Amon took a long breath and said, "Forget it, let's just say it if you don't want to. The memory that makes me give up on my own initiative must not be a good thing."

Sometimes the less you know, the safer you are.

He couldn't imagine that his status as a born mythical creature would be contaminated by what kind of knowledge, so much so that he had to completely delete his memory to save himself.

Jon said: "We are about to travel to the legendary Western Continent through this special space affected by the City of Disaster. Can your body bear it?"

Little Amon was very confident, "Don't worry, I can heal the magic at any time."

‘Make magic’…

Hearing this, Jon looked a little strange.

I probably stole this word from Klein.

Tsk, I didn’t expect that, classmate Xiao Zhou, he usually enjoys watching movies and TV entertainment.

Shaking his head, he led little Amon through the squirming flesh and came to the deepest part of the telegraph office - a deep red door that exuded an aura of terror and despair.

"I have an illusion..." Little Amon pinched his eyebrows tightly, "Once this door is opened, a boundless sea of ​​blood will be released."

Jon waved his hand, "Don't play with the plot of "The Shining" anymore, it's nothing new."

Little Amon's expression froze.

well.

Sometimes I wish he hadn't stolen so many random things.

This is an occupational disease.

Sooner or later it has to change!

Jon ignored little Amon and put his hand on the handle of the crimson door.

There is a deep aura of disaster coming from it. If it were a saint here, he would probably lose control and go crazy on the spot.

However, this breath had no effect on Jon.

On the contrary, he took a deep breath deliberately, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"The flavor of strawberry is like my sour and sweet first love."

Little Amon:???

Gentleman, please exercise some restraint.

The bad taste regardless of the occasion is really annoying.

What?

Have I done this to others before?

That's okay.

Squeak——

With a little force, Jon pushed open the door of the City of Disaster.

He walked in.

Little Amon hesitated for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and followed in.

life and prosperity are ruled by fate.

Fight!

Neighing, screaming, wailing.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters.

There is pain and fear everywhere.

Little Amon's mind suddenly exploded.

It was as if he was in a huge whirlpool, letting the source of disaster harvest his fragile soul.

He was like a drowning man, instantly sinking into the boundless sea of ​​blood and never being able to escape.

"Hey, hold on tight."

Deep in despair, on the verge of losing control.

A voice came from little Amon's ear.

Like a ray of light in the dark night.

He reacted.

He hurriedly concentrated his whole body's spiritual energy to fight against the aura of disaster naturally emitted by the city of disaster.

"You still want to fly a warship... No, you want to control the source of matter?"

Jon turned his head and glanced at little Amon with great disdain, "I can't bear this pain, so go home and drink milk."

Little Amon gritted his teeth and had no time to argue with Jon.

Maintaining his own spirituality now has consumed all his strength.

That is to say, he has swallowed up most of the high-sequence Extraordinaries who followed the 'wrong' path, and his own accumulation has been exaggerated to an incredible level.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to survive in the City of Disaster for a moment.
To be continued...