This kind of esoteric information about ‘super-immortal’ is naturally not something that Song Shuhang’s head can hold. If he has this level of knowledge in his mind, he will sleep forever like the eternal Lord.

This is the gift that White Two has prepared for the fat ball. This part of the message of ‘Extraordinary Immortal’ is that Tian Dabai stayed in his piece of material that was cut into the experimental thigh.

[No, I can't read it anymore! At this time, the fat ball is struggling in the heart.

It is very clear in the heart. If you look at this part of the ‘out of immortality’ message, it will become the second immortal and fall into a permanent sleep.

However, it cannot control itself.

Whether it is the knowledge of ‘immortal’ or the message of “beyond immortality”, there is a fatal temptation to the long-lived who dominated Jiuyou and stepped out of his own ‘dao’.

Knowledge makes me happy~ Learning makes me satisfied~ Knowledge is my life~

Even if you have a firm ‘daoxin’, you can’t be completely immune to the temptation. The message about ‘immortal’ was originally the ultimate pursuit of the long-lived.

[Look at it again, just take another look. After reading it, I will not look at the following! 】

[No, the following content can not be read. 】

[Just look at it again, look at it again, see the key place! 】

[No, I have to restrain. 】

[Ah, it’s so beautiful! 】

[I seem to understand a bit, let me see a little more. 】

[I can hold on for a while. 】

The heart of the fat ball is constantly repeating.

It has even guessed that this is a trap of white two.

A further step forward is the cliff that never ends.

It is now on the edge of the cliff, a little bit, a little bit of temptation.

finally.

It slipped and fell into this endless abyss.

The hands of the human fat ball screamed, holding a hand holding Song Shuhang's body and pressing his hand on his head, motionless.

......

......

Song Shuhang, who is concerned about all of this with a 'third-party perspective', is puzzled.

He can probably guess that the fat ball is reading his memory.

However, reading and reading, how can the fat ball be silenced?

It looks like it is like Song Shuhang himself who is deeply in the state of the book.

What is there in my mind that can make the fat ball look so intriguing and unable to extricate itself?

wait!

Wouldn't it be that the memory of [Confucian sage] was read?

[Okay, I got it. At this time, the voice of the white predecessor two sounded in the mind of Song Shuhang.

The next moment, Song Shuhang's body slipped from the hands of the fat ball.

His cut-off head fell directly from the body and rolled two times on the ground, which looked particularly shocking.

nailed it?

The fat ball is big and the doubles are being smashed.

"White predecessors, am I dead?" asked Song Shuhang.

He could feel that the white predecessor two was nearby, but he didn't know where he was hiding.

"Hey?" The sounds of the white predecessors two - just on the ground, the falling head changed for a while, turned into the head of the white predecessor two.

"Do you want to die? How do you hear the feeling that you can't wait to die again in your tone?" The whites' two heads looked up at the void and curiously asked.

"No, no." Song Shuhang shook his head again and again.

Then he looked at his headless body.

The head is gone, are you still dead?

"You are just in a state of suspended animation. You want to fool the fat ball. You have to be realistic. For this moment, I have been preparing for a few days, and my brain cells are dead. I don’t know how much. Even my head is cut, Just to succeed in pitting it." White predecessor two's head.

After all, his head floated up.

Flying head.

Good-looking, handsome.

The next moment, the door to space emerges.

The white two's body was drilled from the void, with a headless body carrying a large parcel.

Then, his body reached out and grabbed his head, handsomely pressing on his neck.

But... didn't even go up, my head fell again.

The white predecessors quickly reached for their heads and sighed: "Hey, play a full set. In order to play more realistic, can fool the fat ball, I used to force my head when I tried too hard. Now I want to take my head back. I have to spend some time."

Song Shuhang: "..."

"First, let's just take a look." The white predecessor took a silk scarf from the big bag, tied it around the neck of his head, and tied it to his body.

It looks like the body of the white predecessor, like a kite, with a head floating.

However, the handsome person, even the flying head is so handsome.

"White predecessors, what is the fat ball?" Song Shuhang curiously asked.

"Are you not in contact with the eternal Lord? The fat ball is a avatar, and now it is the same as the eternal Lord." The white predecessor two said: "It touches the knowledge and information that can be understood beyond its realm. In that esoteric knowledge message, enter a state of insomnia that cannot be awakened. Unlimited knowledge is always unstoppable."

At the end, the white predecessor two added: "Knowledge is power!"

Song Shuhang is stunned, can knowledge be used like this?

"With the physical trap pit fat ball, there is no sense of accomplishment. With the power of knowledge to pit him, I am particularly satisfied, as if to find the original feeling of confrontation with the fat ball." White predecessor two.

Then, he came to the side of Song Shuhang's headless body and reached out and pressed it on Song Shuhang's body.

Song Shuhang: "Is it necessary to lift my suspended state?"

"Of course." White predecessors two.

Then he reached out and pulled out a head from the package behind him.

It is the head of Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang: "!!!"

"White predecessors, this is my head?" Song Shuhang asked.

White predecessor two: "Is this nonsense?"

"Why is my head in your hands in the whites?" Song Shuhang looked awkward.

"If you don't cut your head, how can you put my head on your neck? How can you fool the fat ball? If you want to play the realistic, the necessary price must be paid." The white predecessor.

Song Shuhang nodded silently.

I understand the theory, but when did you cut my head? Why don't I know?

"In advance statement, although I am the master of the nine secluded, but when I cut your head, I got your own consent." The white predecessor two.

Song Shuhang: "???"

Why do I know nothing about myself?

The white predecessors two calmly put Song Shuhang’s head back to his neck.

But... didn't even go up, my head fell.

awkward.