That's right, it's just a little bit.

However, Guo Shoukui was like a tumbler, wandering on the edge of collapse and disintegration, letting the wind and waves blow, the skeleton was ravaged and the soul was torn, but he still stood forever.

"You must be disappointed?"

Guo Shou was holding the plate, enjoying the delicious taste of the curse slowly, and slowly asked from the gap between his lips, "Is it anxious? Anxious? Expect me to fall down? Do I still have a sense of mind? Still pretending to be brave?"

As he speaks, there are continuous cracks opening from his shell, criss-crossing, destroying the foundation of balance.

But Guo Shoukui was still calm, without any movement, eating food on the plate without any hassle.

Enjoy this eternal suffering from Abi.

I have never had such a novel and exciting experience in many years.

Not only the cuts and wounds on the body, but also the bitterness of the tongue spreading and the sweetness of the illusion-this cursed taste, Guo Shouqi has a real taste.

So touching!

It's like the sky has fallen to Gan Lin after a long dry.

The taste and tactile sensation that gradually decayed in decay once again realized the most simple thing in this world-the joy of eating!

I have visited countless famous doctors and used countless methods. I still can't get treatment and relief. I have been given the argument that there is no medicine to cure.

His consciousness is gradually declining, gradually losing the most important thing of the kitchen devil.

But I never thought that before my taste completely died, I could still taste such a delicious taste.

Compared with it, all the troubles are not worth mentioning!

not to mention……

"Do you know,'self-digestion', Miss Paper?"

In the hacking of swords and axes, Guo Shouqian slowly put down the empty plates and wiped the corners of his mouth, suddenly asked.

In the instant silence, Huai Shi's pupil trembles slightly.

He saw it with his own eyes, the so-called self-digestion phenomenon.

The darkness and calamity almost swelling out of this body, which is almost beneath the sore shell, are shrinking rapidly--

Those entangled and silenced in Guo Shou's lack of body are massive disasters, the power that will break through after breaking through the balance is being swallowed up quickly.

Guo Shou lacked himself.

It is no different from using gastric juice to digest your stomach.

At the moment, Guo Shouqian is eating these disasters beyond his control with terrifying efficiency... turning them into their own strength.

As if compared with these horrible things, Guo Shouque is the real master!

Even if the abnormal coagulation index has once again ushered in a climb, it has never crossed the final limit.

Deadly stuck at the edge of the cliff.

This step is the difference between heaven and earth.

"You failed again, Miss Paper."

Guo Shou smiled pitifully and raised her finger, drawing a small distance from her success: "It's just a little bit, a little bit, you need to work harder."

Huai Shi sneered: "But before that, it's too strong to taste the second one, right?"

"of course."

Guo Shoukui's hands were solemnly folded, and he prayed to the pure and glorious divinity in front of him.

Then, he opened the seal and called for disaster.

Presented the noble sheep's head surrounded by thick fragrance and mist in the soup pot.

"I will enjoy my own life, keeping the sheep and the cows right, and the right of the heavens. The ceremony of the king of the penal court, the four sides of the day. The king of the king of the court, both of them are right. "

Great God and God, we will present cattle and sheep, imitating the manners of King Wen, awe in the night, or dare not forget.

If so, humming the ballad from "Dawu".

Guo Shouqian bowed his head and stared at the soup and the fragrant sheep head, which was the essence of Zhou Li.

It is also the boundary between God and man.

Only with the great existence between God and man can the former God-born be able to enjoy such noble sacrifices and offerings.

"It's time to verify your pattern and energy, Miss Paper."

Guo Shouqi said: "If the previous Tei represents the power of the world, then this part is the honor that can be obtained by the demigods who run the world, promote the stars, and bear the divine destiny. Those who lay down merits are not allowed to enjoy it."

"sounds good."

Huai Shi took a deep breath, picked up the chopsticks, and protruded towards the sheep head in front of the soup pot.

In the ear, countless praises and respectful voices came again.

In a momentary trance, the silent divinity was awakened again, and through the blockade of the soul armed, it operated solemnly and broke through that layer of boundaries.

There is no pause or obstruction.

Huaixi took this undeserved achievement in his hands!

Even Tong Ji had to admit his contractor's rare achievement. Even those who have never been able to sublime, they must be able to retain their names for a long time in this world in other ways, in other ways and in other ways.

Qing Shi left a name, not to mention!

But at the moment of the entrance of Xiangnen lamb, Huai Shi's movements suddenly fell into a rigid state.

Under the divine light, the infinite memory suddenly emerged from the darkness, surging, turning into a frenzy, engulfing him-that is the heavy weight produced by countless reincarnations in the Vientiane celestial sphere and countless life restart History is enough to destroy the power of any concept, any common sense and any habit!

The records that were originally stripped off as fake books will be returned!

What has been brought is unprecedented confusion and pain. The soul is ignited by divinity, burned vigorously, and a blazing hot light is sprayed from the eyes.

Then another whisper emerged from Huai Shi's consciousness and occupied everything.

"How many roads does it take to be a real man?"

"I am also the king of kings, and he has a lot of achievements.

"I want to live a happy life."

"Everything will be killed, one will not stay."

In the blink of an eye, this copy quickly expanded its divinity under the sacrifice of sacrifice. It has also restored this record of nothingness, overlapping it in the narrow body of Huai Shi, and countless branches of imaginary things poured into the book of destiny The record almost destroys the chapter named Huai Shi.

100,000, one million, ten million words can not be written in an instant.

Following this call of divinity, the limit of human merit is laid.

In just an instant, Wan Xie's memory diluted the existence of Huai Shi into countless silhouettes and became an extension of divinity, just like the incarnation of the deity in the world.

Huai poetry itself became worthless.

But in this painful trance, he actually had a strange illusion.

He seemed... able to overlook everything.

Lifting your eyes, you will be able to penetrate all the obstacles and see the world in motion.

Countless huge modules that cannot be seen by the naked eye are running like stars. When they collide with each other, a blast of landslides and thunder sounds rages, sweeping across the whole world.

So clearly understood the nature of this world.

So close to the truth.

So...I'm so happy with the world after tens of millions of years!

Everything is in order, so clear.

The three blockades are as stable as before.

This world is stable and unshakable.

How beautiful...

He was attracted by the divinity and began to climb unconsciously again, until another sound came from his ear.

"You can't go any further."

Someone intimately held his neck from behind, his arms white and slender. When her pupils lifted up, she smiled narrowly.

"You're still young, Huai Shi, it's too early to understand the things about adults." She lowered the hole and whispered goodbye in his ear, "So, welfare or something, I will talk about it later -"

Raising his palm, he snapped his fingers in front of the trance of Huai Shi.

Snapped!

A soft sound.

In the shadow at the foot of Huai Shi, the reflection called Huai Su Su opened his eyes, and his eyes glowed endlessly. Behind the head, a brilliant light wheel slowly rose.

The avatar, which has been in business for a long time, finally came in handy at this moment.

The empty shell of nothingness has replaced the poem of Huai, becoming a container of divinity.

Those fictional memories and non-existent things like branches are gone in an instant, and all the trances and hallucinations disappear.

Instead, the majestic light wheel slowly formed from behind the head in the "reflection" of the paper element, a solemn sight like the **** Buddha.

This divinity that exceeds the limit of control radiates horror flame all the time, and through the existence of the substitute, the suffering like the burning of the burning sun is imposed on the soul of Huai poetry-

The distance is too close.

If it is not fixed by the soul armed, I am afraid that my soul will be destroyed instantly like dust?

After Huai Shi finally woke up from the chaotic vortex of memory, he saw the empty soup pot in front of him—in the unconscious gluttony, even a drop of soup did not survive.

Only the pale skull of the sheep's head remained.

And as the price of receiving enshrinement, the source material has been almost dried up, the sacred mark is delayed, there is no response, the uneasy disturbance of the burial place, the darkness has become thinner than ever before.

The steel crows still didn't know what was going on, lying in the cage of dreams one by one, and even Sheng Zai's voice became jagged and weak.

Fortunately, there are also the barriers and blessings of the cage of dreams. They do not have the resistance to the divinity of Huai poetry. Even a slight diversion will almost completely purify them.

He could feel how dangerous he was at the moment. If it weren't for the substitute for paper element, he had lost all consciousness now, and after the reversal of primary and secondary, it became an extension of divinity.

Soul, sacred mark, flesh, and even large groups.

Today's Huai poetry has been pushed to the edge of the cliff by Guo Shouqian-only one step away from its demise!

"You must be disappointed?"

When he looked up again, Huai Shi looked at Guo Shouqi, smiled, and returned the original words.

Finally, the unprecedented consternation was discerned from those dark eyes...

The hands that are about to be folded together are stiff in the air for a moment, and they have never been able to offer pious respect to their most perfect works.

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There was a mistake in the plan, and deviations were expected.

Contrary to imagination.

The field of Shao prison was broken. At this moment, Huai Poetry officially entered the category of Tai Lao, leaving only the last challenge.

However, it is difficult to understand no matter how, Huai poetry maintains humanity in the face of inheritance for thousands of years. How can a third-order sublimator maintain himself under such a huge divine operation?

Everything is too unreasonable.

The anomaly is at its extreme.

At the same time, it made him extremely excited!

Just like witnessing Kunpeng breaking the sea, rising in the same wind, the excitement is indescribable.

At that moment, just before two distinct cliffs, the two wrestling with each other peeped into the burning fire from the other's eyes.

The final round is about to begin!

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