Tiandao's widowed ball did not kill the Fengyiqin master and others...

Its simple way of thinking is now locked in Song Shuhang. For the present, Song Shuhang is the unique incense in the world.

Unless Song Shuhang, the really sweet guy, is killed, nothing else in the world can attract its attention.

Even if the wind instrument master and others are trapped in the "time pause" state, it can poke a few fingers with its fingers, and it does not care.

After the opening of the door to the world, the space of the earth, the Tiandao test ball jumped into the world without hesitation.

In the big hand that it has developed, it is still holding the black material and the sneakers from the foggy demon.

The Tiandao testament ball jumped away and the door of space disappeared.

Feng Zhiqin’s phoenix claws and bald robbing people’s consciousness began to recover.

"I am still alive?" The bald robbed touched his body - not only was he alive, but he didn't have any injuries at all!

How could it be that the liquid metal ball just used the ‘time system’ spell to keep all of them in place. When they stop, they are the fish on the chopping board.

But what about the liquid metal ball that would let them go?

"Space Channel!" Feng Yiqin master phoenix claws stare at the place where the liquid metal ball disappears.

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

"Ah~" At this time, the consciousness of the fog demon finally recovered.

At the moment of recovery, it made a scream.

His hands clasped his waist and abdomen.

There, there is an empty hole that cannot be filled. Even if it is the body that imitates the smog immortality, it can't repair the void.

It lost something important.

"Are you alright?" asked the bald head.

Only the fog demon is injured.

“Need a cure?” asked Xuan Sheng.

The fog evil devil waved his hand in pain - its body is very special, and the healing of ordinary monks has no effect on it. After losing the 'black substance', its body began to shrink.

"Just the ball, what did you take away from your body?" asked Feng Yiqin's main paw.

The body of the fog demon has shrunk by more than half, and it painfully said: "That is the most important part of my body, it is my core. Without it, I can't even survive in the long run."

“Why is that ‘ball’ taking away your core?” The bald robbing wonders.

"I don't know." The misty demon shook his head and asked: "Where did the ball go?"

Feng Yiqin's main paw: "The world."

"Perhaps, it is to borrow my core and go to the world." The misty devil gnawed his teeth.

Its core, very special, carries its memory. Moreover, the core also has features similar to the 'pseudo-immortal bone'. Can make some special existence, to the short-lived activities of the world.

However... it is not so easy to use its 'core'. Even if the other party takes the core, it will take some time to study and use the core functions.

I hope that during this period, ‘master’ will sense the core and get it back.

In this way, ‘master’ can get useful information from it.

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the other side.

Jiangnan University.

After lunch, the light dance was completed by the time of 'to go to the toilet' and the body of Song Shuhang.

"Working hard, dancing lightly." Song Shuhang thanked.

"You're welcome ~ 霸宋圣君. I am also happy." Light dance laughed: "But next time, the tyrants of the tyrants are ready to ‘disappear’, it is best to inform me, I am ready to take over at any time.”

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

At this time in the dormitory, the aura is more intense than usual - Song Shuhang has secretly activated the power of the dragon's psychedelic.

Next, just wait for your friend to enter.

The three roommates are the same as usual, or turn on the computer or flip through the book magazine.

After Gao Moumou turned on the computer, he habitually landed his chat account.

Then he started to open the document, the active wrist, and ready to write.

On the opposite bed, Song Shuhang also opened his own computer and landed the ‘Blade Swordsman’ account.

Everything is ready……

Gao Moum opened the document and wrote a manuscript for a while, suddenly suddenly moved.

He clicked on the chat software settings and looked at his ‘Friend Verification’ template.

In the ear, there seems to be a voice in the gentle talk to him.

That sound sounds like the voice of a girlfriend's bud.

Ghost makes a difference, Gao Moumou reaches out and closes the ‘Friend Verification’ function.

After closing the verification, he resumed burying his head.

ten minutes later……

When Gao Moum ended a small paragraph story, the chat software was added to his friend.

The system prompts [White Blade Swordsman (*******) request to add you as a friend] Additional message: There is a fate.

"Is there still someone who takes such a nickname in this year?" Gao Mou's mouth rose.

He reached for the mouse and pointed to ‘Reject’.

But when the mouse pointer was placed on the ‘reject’ option, when he was ready to go down, there was a dusty memory in his mind that was stimulated.

The memory is very vague and very fragmented.

The memory that emerges is just a few pictures.

He was caught by a huge condor and flew to the sky... below the ancient walls. The buds and a group of people with blurred faces stood under the wall, and the buds in the picture were crying.

The next screen.

Song Shuhang rushed from a distance, holding a long black knife in his hand.

Song Shuhang in the picture looked awkward, and the law of gravity was stepped on his feet... He ran up the straight wall.

At least the ten-story city wall, Song Shuhang rushed up like this, without pause.

Then, the long knife in the hands of Song Shuhang burned a dazzling flame and slammed into the giant eagle.

Gao Moumuo released the mouse and licked the temple: "???"

At this time his mind was in chaos.

What is this memory?

If this memory is ‘real’, it is too exaggerated.

If you say that this memory is ‘false,’ but what is the feeling of being there, what is going on?

[Is it that I recently wrote a manuscript and wrote too much, which led me to distinguish between reality and illusion? 】

[I am going to escape the rhythm of the fire. 】

but……

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

Not bad, record it, write this book in the next book.

When I thought about it in my mind, I looked at the ID of the ‘Blade Swordsman’ and suddenly felt that this nickname was a bit handsome.

So, Gao Moumou changed his mind.

He swiped the mouse and clicked the ‘consent’ option.

He just ordered the consent option, and the next moment there was a system prompt popping up.

[White Blade Swordsman invites you to join the group ‘江湖画卷’, do you agree? 】

After Gao Moumou thought a little, he continued to ‘agree’.

Friends have been added, plus a group can also accept.

Anyway, the group can be retired later, and friends can also delete it.