The Heavenly Dao Remnant Ball did not kill Feng Yiqin and the others...
Its simple way of thinking is now firmly locking Song Shuhang. For the current it, Song Shuhang is the only sweet pastry in the world.
Unless the truly sweet guy Song Shuhang is killed, nothing else in the world can attract its attention.
Even if the organ master and others are in a state of 'time standstill', it can stab several to death with just one finger, and it doesn't care.
After the door of space leading to the world? Earth was opened, the Heavenly Path Remnant Ball jumped into the world without hesitation.
In the big hand it simulated, he was still holding on to the black substance and the sneaker that he took out from the misty demon.
The Heavenly Dao Remnant Ball jumped away, and the gate of space disappeared.
The consciousness of the master Feng Yiqin's phoenix claws, bald-headed Jiexian and others began to recover.
"Am I still alive?" The bald-headed Jie Xian touched his body—not only was he still alive, but he was not injured at all!
How is that possible, the liquid metal ball just used the 'time system' spell to hold them all in place. They are the fish on the chopping board who are in a state of stoppage, and they are slaughtered by others.
But the liquid metal ball would let them go
"Space channel!" Feng Yiqin's master Phoenix Claw stared at the place where the liquid metal ball disappeared.
No, the space channel disappeared... She failed to seize the opportunity to leave.
"Ah~" At this time, the consciousness of the mist demon finally recovered.
At the moment when the body recovered, it let out a scream.
His hands tightly covered his waist.
There, there is an empty void that cannot be filled. Even its body that imitated 'Smoke Immortal' couldn't repair the void.
It loses something important.
"Are you okay?" The bald-headed Jie Xian asked.
Only the mist demon was injured.
"Do you need healing?" asked the female Profound Sage.
The mist demon waved his hand in pain—its physique is very special, and the healing techniques of ordinary monks have no effect on it. After losing the 'black matter', its body began to shrink.
"What did the ball just take out of your body?" Feng Yiqin asked with her paws.
The mist demon's body shrunk by more than half, and it said in pain: "That is the most important part of my body, my core. Without it, I would not even be able to survive in this world for a long time."
"Why did that 'ball' take away your core?" Bald-headed Jie Xian asked in confusion.
"I don't know either." The mist demon shook his head and asked again, "Where did that ball go in the end?"
Feng Yiqin's main paw: "This world."
"Perhaps, it wants to borrow my core and go to the world." The mist demon gritted his teeth.
Its core, very special, carries its memory. Moreover, the core also has characteristics similar to the 'pseudo-immortal bone'. It can allow some special existences to have short-term activities in the present world.
But... it's not that easy to use its 'core'. Even if the other party takes away the core, it will definitely take some time to study and use the function of the core.
Hopefully during this time, the Overmind will be able to sense the core and retrieve it.
In this way, the 'master' can get useful information from it.
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the other side.
Jiangnan University.
After lunch, Qing Wu took the time of 'going to the toilet' to complete the handover with Song Shuhang's body.
"It's hard work, Qing Wu." Song Shuhang thanked him.
"You're welcome~ Holy Monarch Tyrannical Song. I also enjoy it." Qing Wu smiled and said, "But next time, when Holy Monarch Tyrannical Song is ready to 'disappear', you'd better let me know, and I am ready to take over at any time."
After the alternation was completed, Song Shuhang and his three roommates returned to the dormitory.
In the dormitory at this time, the spiritual energy was stronger than usual - Song Shuhang had secretly activated the mirage's psychedelic power.
Next, just wait for your friends to enter the game.
The three roommates turned on the computer or flipped through books and magazines as usual.
After Gao Moumou turned on the computer, he habitually logged his chat account into 6.
Then he started opening the document, moving his wrist, and getting ready to write.
On the opposite bed, Song Shuhang also turned on his computer and logged in the 'Blade Swordsman' account.
Everything is ready…
Gao Moumou opened the document, and after writing the manuscript for a while, his heart suddenly moved.
He clicked on the settings of the chat software and looked at his 'friend verification' template.
In his ear, there seemed to be a voice whispering to him softly.
That voice sounded like the voice of his girlfriend Mei.
In the midst of ghosts and ghosts, Gao Moumou reached out and turned off the 'friend verification' function.
After turning off the verification, he resumed his work on drafting.
ten minutes later…
When Gao Moumou ended a small paragraph of the plot, someone in the chat software added him as a friend.
The system prompts the white-edged swordsman (＊＊＊＊＊＊＊) to request to add you as a friend with an additional message: Destiny.
"There are still people with such a dirty nickname these days?" The corner of Gao Moumou's mouth rose.
He reached out and flicked the mouse, pointing to 'Reject'.
But just when the mouse pointer was placed on the 'reject' option and was about to click, there was a dusty memory in his mind, which was stimulated.
Memories are vague and fragmented.
Memories that emerge are just a few pictures.
He was grabbed by a huge condor and flew high into the sky... Below is the ancient city wall. Mei and a group of people with blurred faces are standing under the city wall, and Mei in the picture is crying.
next screen.
Song Shuhang rushed from a distance, holding a long black sword in his hand.
Song Shuhang in the picture had a grim look on his face, the law of universal gravitation was trampled under his feet... He ran up the straight wall.
There was at least a ten-story high city wall, but Song Shuhang ran up like this without stopping.
Then, the long knife in Song Shuhang's hand burned with dazzling flames and slashed at the giant eagle.
Gao Moumou released the mouse and rubbed his temples: "???"
At this moment, his mind was in chaos.
What's with this memory
It would be an exaggeration to say that this memory is 'real'.
If it is said that this memory is 'false', but what is the immersive feeling
Could it be that I was writing a manuscript recently, and I was so devoted to it that I couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy
This is the rhythm of me going crazy.
but…
The setting of 'My roommate is a martial arts master' seems to be very interesting.
Not bad, record it, I will write this in the next book.
When I was thinking this way in my mind, I looked at the id of the 'white-edged swordsman', and suddenly felt that this nickname was a bit handsome.
So Gao Moumou changed his mind.
He flicked the mouse and clicked the 'Agree' option.
He just clicked the agree option, and the next moment another system prompt popped up.
Swordsman invites you to join the group 'Jianghu Picture Scroll', do you agree
After thinking for a while, Gao Moumou continued to click 'Agree'.
All friends have been added, and it is acceptable to add a group.
Anyway, you can leave the group later, and friends can also delete it.