I Am Not the Supreme God

"Unexpected partner..."

　　 "Opportunities always go by in a flash..."

　　 "Maybe the person who can change everything is by your side..."

　　 "The boundary between enemy and friend is sometimes blurred..."

　　 Father's words suddenly crossed the sky like a comet, resounding in Mr. Lucky's mind.

　　 Suddenly, Mr. Lucky's memory has been disturbed. There was one more time in his mind, which should have been very deep in his memory, but he completely forgot before, or said that he had never had a conversation with his father.

　　 The last time I met my father, that sentence instructed me to make myself so unforgettable at this moment.

The father, who was originally with a trace of guilt in the vicissitudes of life, suddenly froze in place when he was parting. His turbid and simple eyes suddenly seemed to capture some scene. It seemed that there was a galaxy flowing in the eyes of this man, spanning time, space and time. .

Just as parting, my father suddenly squatted down solemnly, looked at Mr. Lucky who was still young, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and said in the most serious tone of his life: "Son, Dad has something very important to want. You remember."

　　 The young Mr. Lucky was already crying because of the parting. When he saw his father's poise attitude, he nodded ignorantly and said, "I will remember what Dad said."

　　 The old father shook his head and said, "No, you can forget other things, but you must remember this for your whole life, or your father will never look down. You carry the hope of this world."

　　 The young Mr. Lucky was the first time he saw his father's so seriousness, he nodded seriously, and said, "I will remember it."

　　 The old father looked into his son's eyes and said, "If someone steals the truth, then he may be an unexpected partner. He is... an alien."

　　 The young Mr. Lucky didn't understand, so he didn't understand this sentence at all, let alone remember it all his life.

　　 The old father naturally knew that children’s memories would not be clear throughout his life. He looked at his son and said, "Do you want to save the world?"

　　 Young Mr. Lucky nodded, and said, "I want to save the world with Dad!"

　　 The old father had complicated eyes and said, "Don't be afraid of pain."

　　 said, tightly holding the arm of the young Mr. Lucky.

　　 A burning sensation deep into the flesh made the young Mr. Lucky scream, then crying and struggling.

The old father let go of his palm and saw a permanent tattoo on the arm of Mr. Lucky. He said: "This is the mystery of saving the world. You will remember it at the corresponding time. Remember, don't forget. !"

　　 The crying young Mr. Lucky looked down at his arm, and a paragraph of text appeared on it——

　　 When the savior is divided into two, the one who gets one is the savior, and the boundary between the enemy and the friend will be blurred.

The old father hugged his son, comforted him, and said: "This is the pain the savior needs to go through. Don’t cry. You will bring dawn to this world, because it touches time and space. I can’t write too clearly, but When you remember, you will surely remember what you have been through today."

　　 Wow!

　　 The memory suddenly returned to reality.

　　 Mr. Lucky raised his right arm sleeve in a daze, revealing this obscure text spanning time and space. Twenty years have passed, but it is as clear as new.

　　 He has mastered half of the truth, and at some point, he can escape the shackles of time. Even if his memory is shaken, he is still enough to distinguish reality from falsehood.

　　Mr. Lucky is very sure, ten seconds ago, there was absolutely no engraved text on his arm.

　　 But this obscure tattoo seems to have followed me for 20 years, and I have many more memories, all related to the text on my arm.

　　 Fortunately, under the influence of truth, Mr. Lucky will not fall into memory confusion.

　　 He looked at the words on his arm and muttered: "The mystery of saving the world, I will eventually think of everything twenty years later...

　　 When the savior is divided into two, the one who gets one is the savior, and the boundary between the enemy and the friend will be blurred.

　　If the savior is the truth...

　　The truth is divided into two...

　　I am half here, and I am one of the saviors in my father's mouth...

　　 And the other half..."

　　Mr. Lucky looked at the coffin that fell to the ground suddenly, and the boundless golden light bursting out of it was extremely dim.

　　 He seems to know everything.

　　 But is it still too late?

　　Mr. Truth roared: "Get him out quickly! Immeasurable Heavenly Lord can't die!"

　　 As he said, he instantly moved to the Mister Strong brand coffin, trying to see what was inside from the gap, but couldn't see what was inside.

　　 He exploded with the power of truth, trying to break the strong protection of Mr. Strong.

　　 At this time, there was still Mr. Strong with the last breath, but he directly resisted the breaking of the power of truth.

　　 A weak but dull voice came: "The old man doesn't need you to save, so don't even think of the things in it coming out at the same time."

　　 Although they don’t know the situation and can be sensible, the number gentlemen still know that the sacrifice of Mr. Strong is the best way to break the game.

They are still working hard to inject their own strength into the Mister Strong brand coffin. The main purpose is not to continue the vitality of Mr. Strong, but to not allow any accidents to occur before the contents of it die. This is related to the life of Brota civilization. And death.

Mr. Lucky raised his arm high, exposed the tattoo on it, and said, "I remember! I remember it! Is there anything in your memory that you didn't have before~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everyone, Immeasurable Tianzun can’t die, Remember what you forgot!"

　　 Boom!

When they saw the tattoo on Mr. Lucky's arm, all Mr. Numbers' heads hummed, and some extremely awkward memory fragments appeared in their minds, from the previous stagnation to the next moment they were stitched with the sea of ​​memory. .

　　 "Tattoos are okay, but as a containment object sequence, you have such an unexplainable tattoo, which makes me very embarrassed."

　　 At the asylum center, Mr. No. 5 once said to Mr. Lucky.

　　 "You are suspicious, no, the tattoo on your arm is suspicious. This may be related to your assessment of joining candidates."

　　 Many years ago, when Mr. Lucky joined the candidate of Mr. Number, Mr. Nine said to him.

　　 "You have become one of the top leaders of the Super Motion team. Do you still have no idea about the tattoo on your arm?"

　　 On the day she became Mr. 12, Ms. 3 asked.

　　The memory returns to reality.

Everyone was shocked and speechless. They didn’t know who started it. Everyone repeated this sentence in a daze: “When the savior is divided into two, the one who gets one is the savior. The boundary between the enemy and the friend will be It will be blurred!"

　　 Mr. Lucky roared: "Remember? This is the salvation of my father and Mr. Truth! He made me remember that this is the mystery of saving the world!"

　　Mr. Truth, time and space have been tampered with!