Two-dimensional Life Starting from Fuyuki City/the World's First Master Huang Man Wants to Be G

"Green tea, can I?"

"Well, thanks—"

Bronya is a member of the polar bear nation, and the polar bear nation is a famous fighting nation. In Bronya's words, she learned how to hold a gun before she learned to use a fork.

Here I will not repeat the various dark histories of salted duck.

The reason why Grandpa Mo Yi gave the other party green tea was naturally not because the other party was a big boss, nor was it because the other party was insinuating about green tea, but because the northern nomads just like to drink green tea.

Because they live in cold regions for a long time, they prefer meat in their diet, and because they eat too much meat, various problems arise, and the appearance of 'tea' is the perfect solution to these problems.

In ancient times, the Celestial Dynasty used 'tea' to exchange the other party's cattle and sheep, which is the most precious property for nomads.

And tea has also become a luxury that can only be enjoyed by nobles or rich people.

Of course, in modern times, ordinary people can afford to drink poorly, and they also like drinking tea.

Bronya took the teacup handed over by Grandpa Mo Yi, her hands seemed to be gradually less tense due to the residual heat from the teacup.

"If you have anything, just say it—"

Grandpa Mo Yi said straight to the point, um, Bronya doesn't look like the kind of person who speaks with all kinds of twists and turns.

"I am a senior life consultant, and I have helped many people get out of various difficulties."

"Um(⊙o⊙)..."

Bronya nodded. In fact, she didn't believe it at all. After getting along and observing this period of time, she didn't know that the other party was indeed very reliable when encountering threats or important things. Come on, don't cheat people, just play tricks on others.

Life counselor?

Believe he is Qiyana!

However, the doubts in my heart can only be answered by the other party. After all, the other Bronya has her own will only when the other party summons her.

"It's like this..."

Bronya recounted the motorcycle radish again to Grandpa Mo Yi.

Grandpa Mo Yi looked like a very quiet and caring big brother. After listening to Bronya's story, he asked with a smile:

"If you want to see her again, I can help you, or give you the ability to summon her."

"Well, it's not too difficult."

"It's not like that—"

Bronya shook her head and said:

"I just want to know, is everything she said true?"

"And our world will develop in a similar direction in the future under the effect of the convergence of the world line?"

That's right, what Bronya is really worried about is the future, will the future of herself and others be like this?

"Bronya—"

Grandpa Mo Yi rarely looked serious, and said with certainty:

"They are them, you are you, the selves in the parallel world are not equal to themselves."

"You have to know that when you recognize their future, your own cognition has broken through the original fate arrangement. The future is inherently erratic, and various branches will appear because of your current choice. At this moment, your The future has changed, hasn't it?"

Grandpa Mo Yi flickered in a serious manner, um, it wasn't really flickering.

If it is an important historical event, a fact that is enough to become the foundation of human reason, it cannot be changed, otherwise it will become a rumor belt abandoned by the world itself.

However, the world that Grandpa Mo Yi lives in is a mish-mash world based on the Xingyue world, and the collapse of the world is no matter how important it is to become the basis of theorem.

Besides, Grandpa Mo Yi is the owner of the vortex of roots. In the moon world, he can really do whatever he wants. If it doesn't suit the future he wants, at most he can create a new parallel world.

After talking about the plausible truth, Grandpa Mo Yi began to persuade the other party with words of thanks:

"Besides, I have everything!"

"Aren't we friends?!"

Bronya: "..."

After hearing Grandpa Mo Yi's (sounding) sincere words, Bronya was silent for a few seconds, and said to herself:

"For unknown reasons, Bronya's body temperature is rising—"

"Bronya doesn't know what expression to use at the moment?"

Grandpa Mo Yi smiled lightly and said:

"Just smile at this time."

"But Bronya can't laugh—"

Bronya said coldly, because of the trauma to her brain, she couldn't express any hot emotions.

"It's easy—"

Grandpa and Grandpa Mo Yi stretched out their hands, pinched each other's cheeks, and pulled them gently to the sides. With their dexterous hands, they easily put on a smiling expression for the other party.

"Remember this arc—"