Transcending the Nine Heavens

There is an almost intrinsic difference between the choice of legal prince and the choice of night drunkenness. It can never be overstated in terms of the difference between heaven and earth!

After the two men finally made their choice, Fa Zheng closed his eyes and carefully checked whether his body had changed, but the night drunkenness was a matter of frustration.

It's like choosing “the concubine of the mistress, the colour of the clouds” as well. For the "lifelong companion, life and death couple" in the option, the two people are like hearts and minds, no one has a choice.

The choice is all over, and the game is almost over. In the game, those moods are still haunted, drunk and hesitant at night, and the Lord of Law is forcibly restraining his differences. Both are eagerly awaiting the final result of that weirdo demon. What will be the result and what will be the benefit?

“Have you both chosen?” The voice of the demon is like a cat seeing two rats swallowing rat poison, filled with a cruel smell.

“Chosen.” France frowned and looked at the nine options that shined especially in front of him, "I had no idea what such options meant. It was a boring game. ”

“Is it really boring? In this illusion, you can get a sense of any option by clicking on it.” The weirdo hey chuckles: “Your fix is relatively high, so it should be more intense, but now the feeling doesn't affect you much, because you are in a high position, you want it, you have a deep taste in it, so you can temporarily suppress it. ”

“Rest assured, however, that you will soon have a deeper understanding, that the more limited your heart is, the stronger the rebound will be.” The weirdo laughed.

Night drunk said, "Is the game over now? Is it possible to reveal the end result? ”

The other day, Monster Man, hey, hey, smile. "Done? How can it be done? This is just the beginning! ”

Just getting started?

The Father and the Night's Drunk are all in the same place.

“Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll test this one first.” The weirdo turned his eyes and said to His Majesty.

France is silent, but in its heart is a balance of thought.

This illusion is ingenious, but when it comes to truly trapping yourself, it's still a little short; if you really want to leave, you can leave at any time with confidence. Let's see what this guy's up to.

The next moment, the faithful discovery, the surrounding sound disappeared without a trace.

The voice naturally doesn't disappear for no reason, and it's necessarily this guy who uses some kind of secret method or means to block his hearing.

Father smiled slightly and didn't care much. Sitting on his knees, he closed his eyes and closed his eyes to support God.

This guy still has a strong guard against himself, he can't even get close to him right now...

……

“Now the game has officially begun.” The weirdo said to Night Drunk, "Boy, you picked nine. Um, the first one is only for me? Nice, nice choice. ”

The night sighed and my heart felt slightly impatient.

This guy is so annoying at a time when he is clearly proud of the spring breeze.

Unexpectedly, the surrounding black magic suddenly floated, and the night drunk found his body completely immobile. A clearer sense of subtlety: if you move a little bit, your life will disappear immediately!

It's a feeling of infinite proximity to death, and it's still so clear!

The night drunkenness panicked instantly, unable to even stand steadily, his legs shivering straight.

“Focus on all your spiritual attention, and now you have to do exactly what I say; if you make a slight mistake or make too much pause, you will die and you will die a terrible death!” The weirdo Yin said: “You chose nine, now you throw one away; you keep eight; if you don't, you die! Choose!”

Drunken at night.

My options are my only, immortal, sweet wife and concubine, a family of two parents, glorious and rich, invincible, brothers of life and death, living in the world, and... couples' ability to live.

None of these nine, really, are willing to throw away. In the middle of hesitation, I just felt my head suddenly tighten, causing a bit of pain in the drill.

The weirdo outside counts: “Every time I choose, I only give you 10 hours. Time is up. If you don't choose, you go to hell! One, two, three...”

Drunk and sweaty at night!

I didn't expect this game option to kill me, Father Pit!

When I heard the odd number to five, I was drunk at night and drank: “I chose to abandon the world!” The world doesn't seem to have much to do with itself.

The odd number of voices stopped instantly, the night drunk felt only his own head, and recovered instantly after choosing. Then I saw the four words of "Heaven in the World" bright with golden light in front of me, and for a second, it had disappeared without a trace.

And he had no idea that the magic of his mind, at that moment, had refined the layer, a strong oil of pleasure that consumed the bones was still alive, making his whole person as happy as a drifting fairy, so happy that it instantly faded away the dissatisfaction just now.

“Eight more. Now, throw one away! You don't get to choose. Die!” The weirdo's voice sounds like a ghost: “One, two, three...”

“Glorious and rich!” Night sickness doesn't wait until four, so make this choice.

“There are seven more, one more. ”

“Get rid of my pride!” Night sighs and asks, "How many items can I keep in the end? ”

“The game is not over, everything is unknown! Six more, one more! ”

“Get rid of the life and death brothers! ”

“There are five more…”

“Remove the invincible! ”

“There are four more. ”

“Remove…” Night drunkenness contradicts, four things, and a sweet wife and concubine, couples ability to live, immortality, parents family.

“… four, five, six…! ”

The number of strangers has gone to six this time, the night drunken head seems to be about to blow up the pain, the eyes have become blurred, hidden water overflow, hugging and shouting: “Remove the wife and concubine! Take it off. ”

The headache stopped again.

Weirdo hey chuckles: “That's good, there are three more to choose from. ”

The headache started again, this time, the night drunk made the choice very quickly: "Remove the couple's ability to live! ”

My wife and concubine are gone. Why do you keep this? There's only two left. Can we keep them?

Reality is brutal!

This choice is torture, because, in this illusion, all of us already possess, human nature, possession and do not want to lose again, now we need to give up one item at a time, like a struggle for the rest of our lives, but come to the point of helplessness, the taste of cutting flesh from ourselves alive, the pain is immense.

“There are two more things to choose from: immortality, and a family of parents.” The weirdo laughs like a nightingale.

“… three… six… seven…”

Night drunken and painful shouting, crawling on the ground, snot and tears overflowing, the wolves, the mind has become blurred; immortality is the only great benefit reserved for oneself, but how can the biological parents abandon it?

No sacrifice!

How do you choose this?

But... if I don't choose, I will die, and I will die a terrible death! It's already painful now. Do you have to die too soon?!

When he got here, he really felt the cruelty of simply choosing a game.

“Nine!” The weirdo's voice sounded like a spiritual bell, and Mori chilled, feeling drunk at night that his head had reached its limit, the next moment, it would blow up, his brains would burst, and he would die a terrible death.

“...” The weirdo's eyes were about to scream ‘ten’, and the night drunkenness had screamed desperately at everything: “Remove the immortality... ah ~ ~ ~ ~" Finally screamed painfully.

“Have you chosen a family of parents? It's quite filial. If you had chosen to live forever, it would have saved you time. Now it's an additional choice, the last one!” The weirdo sighed, "The last one is your family of parents; you have to remove it; because, of this choice, you have not chosen your own life. But you exist; so you have to make your last choice; sacrifice yourself, or your parents, your next of kin! A dozen starts instantly! ”

“One! Two! …… ”

This time, the number of voices is clearly slower than before.

But now the night drunkenness has completely stopped!

You still have to choose!

There's only one last thing left, and you want to throw it away?

My own parents, and myself, how do I choose this!?

Night sickness and pain roared; when I died, I lost everything; but my father and mother, how could I give up...

Reminds me of my father's harsh face and teach him; remembers his mother's speckled grey hair, tender eyes, and a sudden urge to commit suicide at night.

How long has it been since I've spoken to my mother? How long has it been since I've had a good conversation with my father?

The two of them made themselves, did they... sacrifice them in exchange for their own survival?

In this illusion, no matter what you lose, it's a completely real feeling. Night drunkenness has gone through eight consecutive choices, and the heart is already full of sores.

He suddenly bites his teeth, stares at him, his eyes cruel and selfish, and sometimes a child mumbles and mumbles: “Father... Mother...”

The two facial expressions transform back and forth.

His eyebrows were black, and suddenly they gathered, and suddenly they dissipated. Heart pulse, full of magic suddenly, suddenly dissipated without a trace...

Now, this is the most important moment!

Outside, the weirdo's face became unusually serious, watching the night drunk, his hands were constantly bearing complex stamps, provoking countless demons, intensifying the erosion of the night drunkenness.

As long as Night Drunk finally chooses itself, completely selfish, under the influence of the intense atmosphere of Tis, the magic will erupt completely, transform into the most complete demonic heart, and then erupt into the Heavenly Origin!

The Weird Believes Night Drunk Will Make the "Right” Choice!

“By choosing yourself, you can get everything you want. Life is the only thing in the world. People do not do what they do, they are extinguished in heaven...” The phrase is constantly haunted in your drunken ears: “All that you just lost, you can come back, spit on your hands, how easy it is, if you choose, choose...”

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