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[Fox Dog Friend] God: “Wave, Senior Song, congratulations on the successful loss of me ~ between us, friends. ”

Song Shuhang's face was stunned: “???? ”

The ‘space earthquake’ was quite powerful, and the shock made him suffer, causing the reaction to be half-packed.

He thought for half a day and didn't know why the Emperor suddenly ended up friends with him.

Indeed, women's minds cannot be wondered, even by the emperor of the Jedi. There is no exception in this regard.

[Fox Dog Friend] God: “In the meantime, I was wondering when to return my trophy to Senior Song. Now, it's gone! Senior Song, not only have you lost me, but you must also lose the trophy in my hands forever. ”

[Fox Dog Friend] Heavenly God: "Da ~”

Song Shuhang: “!!! ”

By spoils, we mean only one - his iron and steel split!

“Wait, wait. Did I just say something wrong?” Song Shuhang replied quickly.

[Ding ~ message sent, but rejected by the other party. Please try sending again in 15 days.

A system prompt sounded in his head.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Watching heaven, what's this new feature I don't know?

He doesn't know anything about this feature, and he doesn't know the ability to "chat for real"!

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The other side.

Spiritual Butterfly Island.

Heavenly Emperor sits in the closing place of the Spiritual Butterfly Venerable.

With her hand on her cheek, her right hand quickly handled the paperwork that needed to be handled on Spiritual Butterfly Island - she was also the Emperor, who had built the ancient heavens with her own hands. Managing a small island of spiritual butterflies today is naturally not a word.

Spiritual Butterfly Holy King is still not awake, but the whole island of Spiritual Butterfly still operates in an orderly fashion under the administration of God for a few days without any mistakes.

But just now, space near Lingwu Island was disturbed, heaven and earth spiritual power skyrocketed, and the island unexpectedly appeared some strange plants.

The Butterfly Demon of Spiritual Butterfly Island rushed to report the matter to the Spiritual Butterfly Holy King.

Instead of the Spiritual Butterfly Saint King, the Emperor appeased the Butterfly Demon and the rest of the members of the island and deliberately filled Liu Jianyi's schedule, leaving him no time for laziness, lest he see the anomaly of "Yoko Yu".

“Heaven and earth have changed dramatically, and with the collapse of Heavenly Dao, it's not a bad thing for me.” God whispered softly.

Besides, she just took the opportunity to block Senior Song for 15 days.

Fifteen days, enough for her to reclaim the ‘Mysterious Island' - without worrying about Song Shuhang's remote interference.

After handling the unexpected incident on Spiritual Butterfly Island, the Emperor rose into the closed room.

There, the Spirit Butterfly Holy King is still in a coma.

However, his injuries have been completely adjusted. Even under the Emperor's various nourishing pills, the Spiritual Butterfly Saint has gained about a lap.

This time the Spiritual Butterfly Holy King can be said to be blessed by the evil. This time he wakes up, his realm should jump.

Normally, Spirit Butterfly Saint King should have woken up a long time ago.

But... under God's deliberate control, he entered a state of deep close-up understanding, closing it while absorbing the power of medicine.

The Emperor is now targeting Operation Mysterious Island.

In the process, the Spiritual Butterfly Holy King remained in a coma, which would be more conducive to her actions.

“Everything is ready.” The Emperor exchanged the medicine from several incense stoves beside the Spiritual Butterfly Venerable, stretched his lazy waist and was in a good mood.

Present World • Mars.

“By the way, Yoko Yu. Does the word 'heaven and earth change' sound strange to you?” Song Shuhang wondered - he felt that the Emperor's way of thinking was gradually ‘feathering’ recently, so maybe Yoshiko Yu could understand the Emperor's way of thinking and push it backwards?

“No problem.” Yoshiko winked.

“So it's not really my problem.” Song Shuhang nodded.

“Wrong is the world!” The leeks waved their little fists.

“The world is so tired, don't let her back the pot.” Song Shuhang's remaining dark hair turned into a clever little hand and gently patted Onion Mama.

I don't get it, just put it aside and talk about it later.

Song Shuhang's third eye began to focus on the changes in the war situation.

The battle between the fat man and the moonlike heathen feels almost at the end.

Fighting between normal grown-ups, once fought, is likely to be a battle of absenteeism, possibly for years or even centuries.

The moon is strong as a fireman, and he is not weak among the living. If it's the normal Battle of Heavenly Way, the Moon may come a long way.

But the fat man is a special case.

“Almost!” The fat man floats in the void and the vast fortress of war behind him temporarily goes out.

In its estimation, the muscle mass shown to the 'universe of heaven' this time is sufficient.

It cannot give up its own bosses in order to show its strength.

Half-shields are the most appealing.

“The next move was a very impressive one in my memory… someone used it against me once. But in the end, I laughed at the end.” The fat man held his hands and sank his voice.

Across the street, the moon is like a fireman's gaze.

“Today, I use this technique to decide between you and me.” Come on, fat man, reach out and grab yourself.

A group of 'liquid metals' was captured.

It was then thrown and the liquid metal turned into a stable space door in front of it.

Gates of space are like mirrors, with pitch-black mirrors.

The moon across the street felt immediately locked in secrecy, and he immediately used the power of space to switch positions together. But that feeling of locking is like anthrax of the epiphysis, like shadows with shadows!

Some of the masters who watched in secret suddenly felt uncomfortable - the way of fighting 'Xuansheng Song’ quietly evoked some painful memories.

Is it that way of fighting?

“Yeah, punch, punch, punch!” The fat man suddenly burst into a bloody roar, and countless guns poured toward the mirror space door in the war fortress behind him.

Meanwhile, the fat man hallucinated three heads and six arms.

Fists, palms, fingers, claws, elbows… all sorts of magic tricks, constantly blowing towards the mirror space door.

At the same time, by the moon like a fireman, more than twenty space passages suddenly emerged.

Countless artillery fire, horrible fists, claps, fingers, claw martial arts ravaged him.

This delicate use of space makes it impossible for even long-lived people to escape and only to be passively beaten.

[This is the way to go!] Some of the big men watching the game secretly had stomachaches.

They can't help but recall the Confucian saint... In addition to the pregnancy stare, many of the old men were convulsed by the Confucian saint's set of 'space doors + combined fists’.

Artillery shelling and bloody fat ball strikes lasted more than 10 minutes before stopping.

After all, the Moon Fire Resident failed to hold up and lost to the sudden bloodbath of the fat man.

“You lost.” The fat man hung in the void with three heads and six arms.

Then, he raised his head and said, “I am Big Song, and I am ready to take all the challenges! ”

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