Chapter 1982: I am not sick
The Emperor of Heaven was silent for a long while.
Because I don’t know how to pick up Song Shuhang’s words... If there is really a character like ‘Criminal Day’, I’m sure I have to climb along the cable to fight Song Shuhang.
What is blinking? People call it milk! And blinking are two different species.
The demon red scorpion sword is hung on the back of Su Shi’s A-16. Out of the channel: “Book voyage, when you call the day of punishment for the blink of an eye, have you considered why the Emperor asked you whether you know or not? The story 'this question?'
Since Song Shuhang has no waist, it can't hang on the lower back of Song Shuhang, so he temporarily changed his place.
Akasaka’s sword continued to remind: “Maybe she has a companion or subordinate who is called “Criminal Heaven” or a blind eye. From the ancient times to the present, you can also guess the strength of the other side with your toes – right? You have no toes now."
Song Shuhang: "..."
I think with my brain, not with my toes.
Then he carefully looked at the Emperor.
"I don't have a companion called 'Criminal Day'." The Emperor was very decisive and replied.
Even if there is, she does not want to give up her poor companions.
"In short, if your middleman succeeds in letting me and Confucian complete the transaction, I will reward you with a good temporary body that can be used for your daily actions." The Emperor took his arms and looked at Song Shuhang, suddenly saying: " It feels good to be held in your arms? Do you really want an actionable body now?"
Song Shuhang: "..."
Seriously, it feels good.
But he will then enter the cult of the beast and go to the holy mountain to obtain the masterpiece of the "Sacred Dragon Power", which must have a physical aid. It’s always impossible for A-six to hold his head and run the Holy Mountain of the Beasts to participate in the trial.
Su Shi’s Afghan thought about it and asked: “What is the relationship between the physical body of the temporary action and the criminal day?”
"In my hand, there is a special wooden demon body. It lost its head in a battle. Later, this head never grew." The Emperor slowly said.
Originally, the demon class of plants, as long as the roots are still there, even if the above limbs are all cut off, they can be reborn - just like the onion mother, her onion and onion are withered several times, cut once again. Once, I still live well.
Like this, after losing his head, he will never come back again. The Emperor has only seen it once.
"More importantly, after losing his head, it has lost the ability to think, just like changing back to ordinary plants. Originally, this state is quite suitable for refining, but I am a bit reluctant, I have been planting it all the time.” The Emperor said again: “When I went to the treasure house to collect treasures, I found that it had changed, emulsified, umbilized. Even a simple command, and its body to energy The conductivity is not bad."
"This is not the punishment of the day!" Song Shuhang could not help.
"It's just an ordinary tree demon." The Emperor said with certainty: "And, its state is right for you. Just put your head on its body, and you can complement each other."
One is only physically, not thinking.
One has only a head, but has the ability to think but has no mobility.
Perfect match.
"Then, I tried to help you contact the ‘parents’ of Confucianism.” Song Shudao.
"Well... as long as you have settled, I will come over to trade again." The Emperor said, stepping back.
A door to space emerged behind her, tolerating her body.
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The body of the Emperor retired into an independent small space.
This space, floating in the cracks of space, has no fixed coordinates.
After she entered it, the smile on her face converges.
In this space, there are various kinds of instruments, strange treasures.
Among them, there is a humanoid plant without a skull, planted in a flower bed. The humanoid plants open branches and leaves, and they also bear a purple fruit with a big fist.
"It is said that the most serious disease that the intelligent creature finally suffers from is 'hope'. Especially when this 'hope' is placed on others, it is already ill." The Emperor sat on the edge of the flower bed, slender legs stacked From the back, looking back, looking at this humanoid plant without a skull: "I am not sick."
Hope is really terrible.
It will drive intelligent creatures to do things beyond imagination.
"The key to breaking the fate." Through this space, she looked at Song Shuhang and paused for a moment. Then, her eyes passed through Song Shuhang, looking at the black skin Yuko, and finally nodded lightly.
It’s her.
Black skin Yuko, or should be said to be the body of Yuko, is the key to her breaking the fate.
This is the result of her step-by-step calculations with huge data through complex calculations.
Mathematics has always been the long-term strength of the Emperor.
Although from the current experience, it is always the key to breaking her game.
But obviously, the tyranny is only playing a transitional role.
However, the topic turned back.
I want to use Yukoko to break my fate, then the tyrants are another key.
Through the results of repeated calculations, the Emperor of Heaven wants to use the power of Yukoko to have two 'key points'. One is her father Lingdie, and the other is Ba Song.
In short, the tyrannical Song is a link that cannot be avoided.
Her gaze, through the space, continues to pay attention to Song Shuhang and Black Leather Yuko.
At this time, Song Shuhang made a phone call to Hengzhen Zhenjun through the help of Su Shi’s Afghan. He asked him to come to the heart of the magic hole and discuss the transaction.
"Song predecessors, you have collected this note." The black skin Yukozi handed the note left by the ‘shadow lord’ to Song Shuhang.
This note, look at the meat once.
Song Shuhang sighed and opened the core world and earned it.
"Right, Song predecessors, can you use the "Knife-up" in your current state?"
Song Shuhang couldn't help but laugh: "I can't show it anymore. I have only my head left. I can't let me use the tongue hair "Knife"."
"I feel that the seniors of the Akasaka sword should not mind this." Black skin Yuko smiled.
"No, I mind." The devil is Akasaka, and it does not want to be slobbered by Song Shuhang.
Black skin Yukoko said: "I thought that the Akasaka sword predecessors would not mind, because I would not mind."
After all, she extended her own arm with a fragrant heart and handed it to Song Shuhang: "Do you want to try to use the tongue to display "Knife"?
Song Shuhang slammed his right eyelid.
Although the black skin feathers are elegant and generous, they are gentle and courteous... but they are still demons.