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Heavenly Path Heritage Ball did not kill Phoenix and others...

Its simple way of thinking, is now deadly locking Song Shuhang. To this day, Song Shuhang is the unique fragrance of the world.

None of the other worldly creatures can attract the attention of Song Shuhang unless he is killed by a truly sweet man.

Even if the Accordion Master and others are in a 'time pause’, it can stick its fingers out and kill several people, and it doesn't care.

With the opening of the Gate of Space to the Present World • Earth, the Heavenly Path will not hesitate to leap into the Present World.

He grabbed the black matter and the sneakers out of the foggy demons in his mimetic hands.

The Heavenly Path Legacy Ball leapt away and the Gate of Space disappeared.

Fengyi Qin master's consciousness of the Phoenix claw and bald head robbery of immortals began to recover.

“Am I alive?” The bald-headed fairy touched her body - not only alive, but without a scratch on her body!

How is it possible that the liquid metal sphere just now used the ‘time system’ technique to settle all of them in place? When they stop, they are the fish on the caseboard, slaughtered by anyone.

But the liquid metal ball would let them go?

“Space Passage!” Phoenix stares at where the liquid metal ball disappears.

No, the space channel disappeared… she failed to seize the opportunity to leave.

“Ahhh” At this time, the fog demon's consciousness finally recovered.

At the moment of physical recovery, it screamed.

His hands tightly covered his core.

There's an empty hole in there that can't be filled. Even its body, which imitates‘ smoke immortality ’, cannot repair this void.

It lost something important.

“Are you all right?” Asked the bald-headed fairy.

The only ones injured were the fog demons.

“Need a cure?” Female Xuansheng asked.

The fog demon waved painfully - it had a very special physique and the healing technique of ordinary monks had no effect on it. After losing that ‘black substance', its body began to contract.

“What did that ball just take from you?” Fengyiqin's main claw asked.

The foggy body shrinks for the most part, and it's painful: “That's the most important part of my body, that's my core. Without it, I wouldn't even be able to survive in this world for long. ”

“Why would that ‘ball' take away your core?” Naked the fairy, doubtful.

“I don't know.” The fog demon shook his head and asked: “Where did that ball end up? ”

Fengyiqin's main claw: “This world. ”

“Perhaps it wants to borrow my core to the present world.” The fog demon bites the tooth canal.

Its core, very special, carries its memory. Moreover, the core possesses characteristics similar to 'pseudo-immortal bones'. It allows for some special presence and short activities in the present world.

… however, it is not so easy to use its‘ core ’. Even if the other person removes the core, it will certainly take some time to study and use the core functionality.

It is hoped that during this period, 'dominion' will sense the core and retrieve it.

In this way, 'dominion’ can obtain useful information from it.

The other side.

Jiangnan University.

After lunch, the light dance took the time to "go to the toilet" to complete the handover with Song Shuhang body.

“Hard work, light dancing.” Song Shuhang thanked him.

“You're welcome ~ Big Song Shengjun. I'm enjoying it too.” "But next time, when Seijun Big Song is ready to ‘disappear’, it's best to let me know that I'm ready to take over. ”

After the alternation was completed, Song Shuhang and three roommates returned to the dormitory.

At this time, the dormitory is more spiritual than usual - Song Shuhang has secretly activated the mirage's magical powers.

Next, wait for your best friend to join the game.

Three roommates, as usual, either turn on their computers or read books and magazines.

Once Gao has turned on his computer, he habitually logs into his chat account.

Then he opens the document, moves his wrist, and prepares to write.

On the opposite bed, Song Shuhang also turned on his computer and landed the 'White Blade Swordsman' account.

Everything...

Mr. Gao opened the document and wrote the manuscript for a while before suddenly moving into his mind.

He tapped on the chat software settings and looked at his Friends Verification template.

Ear to ear, as if there was a voice gently speaking to him.

That voice sounds like a girlfriend's bud.

Ghosts make the ‘Friend Verification' feature turn off when someone reaches out in the middle of a bad way.

After closing the validation, he restarted burying the draft.

Ten minutes later…

When Gao concludes a small paragraph plot, someone adds his friends to the chat software.

System prompt [White Blade Swordsman (* * * * * *) requests to add you as a friend] Additional message: marginal.

“Do people still take such a nickname these days?” A certain corner of the mouth goes up.

He stretched his hand around the mouse and tapped ‘Reject’.

But just as he put the mouse pointer on the "reject" option, ready to go down, he had a dusty memory in his head that was stimulated.

Memories are blurred and fragmented.

Emerging memories are just a few images.

He was caught by a giant eagle, flying high… below are the ancient walls. Mei and a group of blurry people stood under the walls of the city, and Mei in the picture was crying.

Next scene.

Song Shuhang came from afar and grabbed a black knife in his hand.

Song Shuhang's face in the picture was stunned, and the law of gravity was stepped at his feet... he ran up along the straight wall.

Song Shuhang ran up and didn't pause after at least 10 stories of walls.

Then, Song Shuhang's long knife lit a bright flame and slashed the giant eagle.

Some Gao loosened his mouse and rubbed his temple: “???? ”

There was chaos in his mind.

What's going on with this memory?

It would be exaggerated to say that this memory is‘ real ’.

If this memory is‘ false ’, but what about the feeling of immersion?

[Am I writing too much lately so that I can't tell the difference between reality and illusion?

[This is the rhythm of exorcism.

But...

The setting ‘My roommate is a master of martial arts' seems very sensational.

That's good. Write that down. That's what the next book says.

When I thought about it so much, I looked at the ID of the Blade Swordsman and suddenly felt the nickname was a little handsome.

So Kocoum changed his mind.

He scratched the mouse and clicked on the 'Agree’ option.

He just clicked on the agree option and the next moment a system prompt pops up.

[White Blade Swordsman invites you to join the group 'Jianghu Painting Roll', do you agree?

After some slight thought, Gao continued to click 'Agree’.

Friends are added, plus a group is acceptable.

Anyway, you can go back to the group and delete your friends.