I have a passive skill.

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Who is watching?

rain?

people?

"That's a person?" Xu Xiaoshou stared wide-eyed, looking at the rain curtain above the nine heavens in disbelief.

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count, it's just an ability."

The masked man smiled: "But you just need to know that no matter in the White Grotto or in the Holy Land, there are such a pair of eyes staring at you all the time."

"Whether you're eating, sleeping, or making a human..."

"He's always watching you."

"Never stop!"

Xu Xiaoshou's hairs suddenly started to rise, and he felt cold sweat directly wet his back, "Who is he?"

"Who is he?"

The masked man threw the question to the two behind him.

The storyteller was stunned, "How do you know, that's how you tricked me here."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

Cen Qiaofu shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "Who is he? How would this old man know? If it weren't for you, this old man would still be working at sunrise and resting at sunset in the deep mountains and old forests in the southern region. Wouldn't it be great?"

The masked man rolled his eyes slightly.

turn back.

"Look, one Dao Zhan peak and one Tai Xu haven't been able to give an answer to this question until now. One can imagine how strong 'he' is!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He really wanted to give direct feedback on the masked man's trickery at this moment.

But deep down in his heart, he was really shocked by a "Taixu" that popped up suddenly.

Turning his head to look at the old man with some difficulty, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't believe it.

This image doesn't have an old guy, too, too empty?

Shouldn't this be someone who stands on top of the world, is a person who rides a crane and flies like a cloud?

Why is he standing behind the masked man, packing wine gourds for this guy?

"I……"

All kinds of words came to his lips, Xu Xiaoshou didn't know how to say them.

"I can tell you clearly that when the storyteller was in Zhongyu, he was really just a storyteller."

The masked man pointed at the man in the red dress, and said, "Just like you, he was a similar person when he was young, and he also yearned for freedom."

"But when he broke through to cutting the way, he suddenly gave up on mediocrity and went directly to open a storytelling studio, becoming the so-called 'boss' among ordinary people."

"Why?"

Pointing at Cenchov again, the masked man said: "This man has probably lived for hundreds of years. As he said before, he has been cutting firewood in the deep mountains and old forests to make a living."

"When I was about to die, I suddenly had the idea to take a peek at the Great Thousand World, and then achieve the Dao of Slashing."

"But after a year, he returned to the old forest in the Southern Region, and picked up his old business again."

"Why?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

What kind of gods are these one by one?

"because of him'."

The masked man looked up at the rain curtain on the sky, and said, "Because of these eyes!"

Xu Xiaoshou was still a little confused, so he wanted to speak, and the masked man pressed his hand, indicating that he hadn't finished speaking, and said:

"Like them, those geniuses who have not been able to shock the world have a lot to offer."

"But each of them has sunk in a certain place, and they can't lift their heads at all."

"There are gods when you hold your head three feet high. When you grow to a certain level, maybe you will be able to understand this saying."

Xu Xiaoshou felt chills in his heart.

This is not a god, this is a devil!

The masked man clicked his tongue, feeling a little parched, and wanted to stretch his hand back.

Cenchov said immediately, "It's gone."

"Forehead……"

Now the masked man also realized that he had talked too much.

He said "hmm" and finally spoke.

"Tired, let's go back to the question just now!"

"them."

The masked man gestured to the two people beside him.

Then pointed his hand to the void: "And them."

Xu Xiaoshou understood that this was referring to those who were also willing to be mediocre.

"These people, to the question of 'who is he' . . .

The masked man looked up at Nine Heavens Rain Curtain, and said, "I can give you an explanation that they can't give."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

He's ready for one last worldview bombardment.

"'Freedom', and 'cage', this is the answer!" The masked man said impassionedly.

"?"

Xu Xiaoshou lowered the black line on his forehead, and tried to interpret: "'They' are 'freedom', and 'he' is a 'cage'?"

"good."

The masked man nodded.

"Just like the powerlessness you have encountered along the way, everyone who yearns for freedom must fight for it. Therefore, their experiences are similar to yours."

"Why?"

"Because we are born to play in the chess game of the high-ranking ones."

"When I thought I could break through the cage, I jumped into another bigger chess game, bumped into walls everywhere, and started again and again. In this case, the only result is frustration."

"Don't tell me you can break the cage!"

The masked man saw Xu Xiaoshou's inner thoughts at once, and said with a smile: "If you really want to talk, please tell him."

Xu Xiaoshou followed the direction of his fingers and saw the dark-faced Cenqiaofu, and immediately swallowed his words back.

This is too empty!

A peerless powerhouse who has reached the top of the world can't even give an explanation to a single question, and is still in the middle of a chess game.

I, can I...Xu Xiaoshou fell into deep doubts about himself.

"You can not."

The masked man said: "I used to think that I could do it, but I failed. The caged beast escaped. It's not as simple as you think."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless.

He felt that the masked man and thoughts, to a certain extent, perfectly matched Sang Lao's.

Are you sure you are someone from the same organization?

Matryoshka-like world view...

"I want to ask a question."

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated for a long time, and said: "Sang Lao, the second in command of your holy slaves, is it the same?"

The masked man laughed. He saw the looseness in Wen Ming's eyes and said, "Otherwise, what do you think he is running all day long? Doing exercises?"

"wrong."

"Just like you, he is a person with his own thoughts, and he thinks that my way will not work, and I will not break the cage, so he is looking for his own way."

"The way is different, and we are temporarily separated, but the same goal by different routes, can you understand?"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

Can you understand?

He looked up at the sky, speechless for a moment.

……

The scene was quiet for a while.

"Screw rustle..."

The masked man suddenly raised and lowered his hands, groping everywhere.

After a long time, he frowned.

"Where's the token?"

Cenchov looked disgusted behind him: "Throw it away when the space is broken!"

"Forehead……"

The masked man was ashamed, and stretched out his hand directly to the old man, "Token."

"That's my old man's own!" Tzenchov was angry.

"I don't want your piece," the masked man sighed, and said, "My piece."

"What?" The storyteller was startled on the spot, "Brother, you..."

"Stop."

The masked man immediately reached out his hand with a headache to stop him from continuing to speak, "It's just a token."

"That's..."

The storyteller was dumbfounded, and had an idea: "I'll help you get the piece from Luo girl!"

"Forget it."

The masked man waved his hand, took Zenchov and took out the purple token from the ring, and handed it to Wen Ming in front of him, "Do you want to join?"

Xu Xiaoshou's liver was trembling.

He felt that the scene in front of him was so familiar.

Tiansang Linggong, Goose Lake, the old man with grass hat, and that sentence...

"Eat the seeds?"

What the hell!

Why are they all such terrifying existences!

God, who will save me?

Xu Xiaoshou broke down, and said with tears: "Can I refuse?"

"can."

The masked man patted the token in his hand with his backhand, and said, "I never force others, but think about it for yourself."

"Even if you refuse now, you will encounter things like this in the future, many, many."

"But they may not be as easy to talk to as I am."

Xu Xiaoshou was holding the token, his hands were shaking.