Chapter 1896: It’s like going home here, I want to live here.

Chapter 1896: It’s like going home here, I want to live here.

The white predecessors used to speak in secret, and only Song Shuhang heard his voice.

Wang Tian, ​​how to answer this terrible question?

At the beginning, he wanted to slash his predecessor into a sashimi. Under his powerful life-saving desire, he was suppressed to the depths of his mind at the moment of his thoughts, so that he could not turn over forever. Why did the white predecessors now mention the ‘cut off their own sashimi’?

Isn't the white predecessor's avatar not a BUG spell like a mind reading?

Is it coincidence, or is the white predecessor who read his thoughts that flashed past?

The important thing is, what should I do now?

After Song Shuhang’s mind was running at a rapid speed, he replied loudly: “White predecessors, I choose to live!”

On the edge of the Su Shi can look at Song Shuhang with a look of sixteen faces.

"Yeah." The white predecessors split their faces and couldn't see his inner fluctuations.

In the next moment, the space cracks gradually closed, and the white predecessors, Su Shi A XVI, Heng Huo Zhenjun and Song Shuhang were wrapped and disappeared.

[Ah... yes, tyrant! 】 Song Shuhang looked at the disappearing Tiantian Island picture, suddenly remembered one thing in his mind.

His knives were also inserted on the beach of Tiantian Island and they were not recovered.

Soon after he stepped into the monk world, the sword had been accompanying him until the five realms, and he had deep feelings with him.

I didn't expect to go too fast today, but I forgot to pull it back first.

Suddenly there is a strong sense of guilt.

After arriving in the Jiangnan area for a while, and Tiantian Island is separated by thousands of mountains and waters, the position of the knives will be beyond the scope of Song Shuhang’s 'sickle surgery'. In a short time, he will not be able to bring it back with the 'sick knife'. .

No way, only a short time to send text messages to Tian Tian's predecessors, ask him to help recycle the treasure knife, and keep it.

Thinking about it, a feeling of stopping the elevator came.

Song Shuhang and others have arrived in the upper position of Jiangnan University City, and are covered by a layer of illusion, which will not be perceived by ordinary people.

The white predecessors and the constant fires are really empty, and they fall lightly on the huge clouds.

When Song Shuhang stepped into the air, Black Lotus automatically appeared. His thoughts moved and condensed a **** lotus for the A-Six.

Then he reached out and squeezed his face, and touched the waist again--[I am living out of the space channel? 】

When in the space channel, the white predecessors did not bother him.

Isn't it true that the white predecessors wanted to cut off his own sashimi idea, not the result of mind reading, but his own whim? If this is the case, the white-faced ancestors of the whites are too strong to some extent.

"Is the fairy scorpion coming?" The white predecessors had a calm face.

Song Shuhang shook his head: "I haven't contacted me yet. We shouldn't be fast when we arrived at Jiangnan University Town from the animal husbandry industry."

Moreover, the Qinglan Fairy will also prepare some of the Lingshi and a "Shenglong Longli", which may take some time.

"Then we go to the building that the pharmacist bought first." The white predecessor split: "There is a research project here that has not been completed yet."

"What project?" Song Shuhang was curious.

"In the last time, we didn't capture a few members of the technical cultivation side. The small mechs on them are very interesting. There is also the technology that transforms the human body into a machine, and it is also very fun." White predecessors said.

"Oh, yes, they are." There is also a semi-mechanical blonde girl in the core world of Song Shuhang. He was killed by a knife and is still in the resurrection. I don't know how lucky she is, is it a year of resurrection or a resurrection ten years later?

"Then let's go ahead." Song Shudao.

"Yeah." The white predecessors sighed softly, and then... there was no more.

Henghuo Zhenjun turned to look at the white-blooded seniors and suddenly said: "Not good."

When the white predecessors did not know when, they fell into a state of contemplation and lost their minds.

"While even the avatar will go away, the constant fire predecessors, steady." Song Shuhang said: "Here is the sky, if the white predecessor falls, it is a disaster."

The two men, one left and one right, reached out to the side of the white predecessor. If the white predecessors fell apart, the two could hold him in the first place to avoid the inexplicable catastrophe in the Jiangnan area.

At the same time, Su Shi A-16 carefully lifted the knife and used the method of flying the knife to hold the white predecessor.

"Temporarily safe." Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief.

The white predecessor is still in a state of no eyes and is thinking about a certain problem.

Then he stepped up and walked in the void...

Su Shi A-six quickly cooperated with the knife, the white predecessor took a step, her dawn followed.

In this way, after more than a dozen steps, the white predecessors suddenly woke up.

"I suddenly thought of one thing." He looked at his face and said slowly.

"It's okay, white predecessors, if there is any problem to think about, we will not think late after we get home." Song Shuhang reminded.

"Yeah." The white predecessor nodded.

When he nodded, suddenly his foot slipped and the whole person slammed forward like a cannonball.

Song Shuhang: "!!!"

In a hurry, he flashed a flash of light.

"The real illusion." Song Shuhang reached out and stroked, and 99 demon pillars were instantly spread around him.

The ‘Imitation. The Passionate Desert’ appeared and involved himself and the white predecessor.

Hum

The plains of the white predecessors fell to the desert.

In the real illusion, the earth shakes, the desert explodes, and a sandstorm is set off... However, the huge desert also perfectly withstands the power of the white predecessors.

[The most important role of the white singer’s own ‘real illusion’ is not to use it to pick up his own flat land? 】 Song Shuhang’s mind suddenly appeared such a thought.

After a long while, at the bottom of the desert, the white predecessors slowly drilled out.

"Miao ah." After getting up, the white predecessors suddenly appeared faceless and hammered their palms.

Song Shuhang looked awkward.

"I decided." The white predecessors slowly said: "I will live here later."

Song Shuhang: "Ha?"

"I was thinking about a lot of things... As a avatar, when my energy is exhausted, it will disappear. Is there any way for me to leave some traces to prove that I have been to the world? Now I suddenly I found out that your 'real illusion' is actually similar to the place I stayed in. I can stay here." The white predecessors were separated.

"But here is the real illusion, it doesn't always exist. When I think about it, it will disappear." Song Shudao.

"Are you forgetting the Bishui Pavilion of the Chu Ge Master?" The white predecessors were separated.

Song Shuhang: "Is the white predecessor keeping me in a real illusion?"

"No, what I want to say is that you actually put away the 'real illusion', but in fact, it still exists in your way in a special way." The white predecessor split.

Then he got up and came to the side of the sand dune ‘Little White’.

The white predecessors reached out and slowly explored ‘Little White’.