If we go with C though, I presume that puts the celestial war off the table?
That's hardly ending spoiling. I mean in C we are going to kiss Nuwa's ass and then ask pretty please. I'm pretty sure that's not the option that brings war to Nuwa.How about we just wait and see instead of asking the GM to spoil the ending?
The possibility is there for this to become a turning point in your life and devote yourself to learning the arts of immortality: simply put, if you don't have actual magic of your own, expect to be polymorphed into a pig for shits and giggles should you try anything stupid.
I can guarantee you that there is zero chance of dying if you pick C.
The argument for B is that we trust Shun to somehow make the best of it for the country. But we're leaving him to inherit a war of unimaginable scale and we're not really solving the problems with the celestial bureaucracy either (plus we kinda like our main character to stay alive) so it's not that tempting.
My principles have always been to pick the third option if I don't like the other two.
Jing is the matter of the third option.Shun begins laughing, throwing his head back with wild abandon. “Jing! You never fail to surprise me! I thought you would use Wuxiang Qiankun to raise yourself to my level, but it looks like you found another way of your own! That is just your style, isn’t it?” Glancing at you from between his fingers, he grins. “I was caught off guard... you should have killed me with that blow. I suppose you thought the sword was suspicious?” His hand makes a grasping motion.
Are we? I figured he was just going to demand answers and try to get her to cut the bullshit.That's hardly ending spoiling. I mean in C we are going to kiss Nuwa's ass and then ask pretty please. I'm pretty sure that's not the option that brings war to Nuwa.How about we just wait and see instead of asking the GM to spoil the ending?
Only more hawt.“Well, here goes nothing!” As you approach, every fine detail of those wrinkled, slimy lips come into focus. You leap onto the monstrous Lady Mi. Gritting your teeth, you clamp your mouth over its maw. Nothing is happening. You feel the mushy flesh sliding around and the stank, fetid breath of the surprised monster. Nothing seems to be happening, except for a certain nasty catch in your throat that is about to cause you to empty your stomach. “Blow! Blow into it!” shouts Xiahou Yu. Cursing the day you stepped foot into this mansion, you blow as hard as you can. The demon shrieks. Plumes of foul green vapour begin shooting out from its skin as it scratches at you, attempting to pull you off, but you can sense it weakening. Still, it is not dead.
That is not a good idea.Are we? I figured he was just going to demand answers and try to get her to cut the bullshit.
Neither Jing nor Shun are known for kowtowing in their interactions with the supernatural.
The possibility is there for this to become a turning point in your life and devote yourself to learning the arts of immortality: simply put, if you don't have actual magic of your own, expect to be polymorphed into a pig for shits and giggles should you try anything stupid.
Last time he tried to be funny didn't turn out well for him.Besides we have the Sword Demon in us. Maybe he can fuck things up in Heaven.
We are on our way to get the Rabbit of War ending.simply put, if you don't have actual magic of your own, expect to be polymorphed into a pig for shits and giggles should you try anything stupid.