After that, just like the ‘real illusion’ initiative and the data package hooking, Song Shuhang’s core world also actively began to hook up with this ‘artificial small world fragment’.

In the whole small world, there is nothing that Song Shuhang can't hook up.

Song Shuhang nodded with satisfaction, then sat down cross-legged and placed a meditation posture.

"Predecessors, there are also black skin feathers, sons, hamsters, if you feel bored, you can go back to the 'core world' for a while, this time I will be a little longer." Song Shuhang before the scorpion, Out of the crowd on the body.

The core world is open and everyone can go back at any time.

"No hurry, anyway, the entrance to the core world is on the top of the head. We want to go back and do it at any time." The devil is arrogant and it bet that Song Shuhang’s 'a little retreat' for up to three days and two nights, no more, more afraid of it. Song Shuhang is proud!

"Butter Song Baihua Huang. 卦荔 六豆凤." Black skin Yuko softly retorted, her name is not 'black skin feather soft child', recently the seniors and everyone to forget her real name.

"I am going to retreat with you. Recently I want to be quiet." The hamster’s road stayed here. It’s much more interesting to watch the show that the tyrants may blast at any time.

"That everyone is free." Song Shuhang spit out a sigh of gas and re-entered the retreat mode.

The ‘real illusion’ is unfolding again, but this time the ‘real illusion’ covers only one meter of Song Shuhang’s body.

After a while...

The unknown white statue No. 31 on the track suddenly split, and the 31st long hair was handsome, stepping out from the statue and coming to Song Shuhang on an elegant pace.

Chu stayed in the hair and the heart of the red scorpion sword, the stone monument, the friend looked at the unknown white with some vigilance.

"It's a template for my master, it's beautiful." The hamster praised it. While praising No. 31, it did not forget to bring it with white.

"I also want to keep such a long hair." The green lady said seriously.

[Let's stay with long hair, will it be better? 】 Black skin feathers soft child suddenly emerged such a thought, but she did not speak out, afraid to tie the heart of the mother.

Unknown white No. 31 came to Song Shuhang, and once again reached out and pulled Song Shuhang, who was sitting cross-legged, his body and hands directly through the ‘real illusion’ and contacted Song Shang’s body.

Song Shuhang in the retreat is like a puppet, and he has no resistance.

Under the unknown operation of No. 31 on the unknown white, Song Shuhang once again put on the exclusive posture of the drama horse.

Chu stayed hair: "..."

Heart Devil Akasaka: "..."

Unknown white No. 31 was surrounded by Song Shuhang, who was flying high and single-legged, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he patted his hands gently.

In the void, there are many light spots emerging. Through the seal orbital ring, one by one is invested in Song Shuhang’s ‘real illusion’.

These light spots are the creatures in the artificial small world, including the intelligent giants.

Taking away these spots, together with the complete data package in Song Shuhang’s mind, is to hand over the entire small world civilization to Song Shuhang.

"All the past of this world will be handed over to you." Unknown white smiled.

From now on, this artificial small world will gradually disappear and will eventually cease to exist.

The trace that it once left in the world is the huge data packet. This complete ‘past’ was entrusted to Song Shuhang by unknown white.

In the entire man-made world, all the giants who have fallen into the 'infinite reincarnation' have long had only data left, and they have ceased to exist in ancient times.

Subsequently, the unknown white No. 31 turned back to the track and re-formed into a statue.

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The next day.

The devil and the red sword screamed: "I don't know why, I saw Song Shuhang seriously shut down all day, I actually felt a little emotional."

"It seems that he can retreat some time... Normally, after getting a big opportunity of the whole 'artificial world', it is normal to retreat for a few years or even decades to harvest." Said.

The stone monuments don’t dare to say that they are full of warnings.

"My gambling book is closed for a maximum of two days. It is only three things. He can never retreat for more than three days."

Black skin Yuko: "Why can you do anything but three?"

Three is a very wonderful number.

"I bet that I can close for a month this time." At this time, Song Shuhang’s voice suddenly sounded.

Heart Devil Akasaka: "..."

When he turned the hilt and looked back, he saw Song Shuhang’s ‘Yuanshen’, and a serious storytelling.

"Book Air, dreams of this thing to go to sleep when you go to sleep." The heart of the red sighed sword sighed, I thought you could support at least three days and two nights, and you will support the day, play the gods What's the trick?

"What is the operation this time?" asked the Chu Ge master.

"Well, this time I need to take a look at the ‘Artificial Little World Fragments’ before I completely absorb it, and go to the world.” Song Shuhang said.

Chuge master stayed in Mao: "Why?"

"Because we are going to smash the fat ball, the small squad, the white squad, mentioned in the shackles that can deal with the fat ball and the small scorpion, is at our feet." Song Shuhang's **** pointed finger The seal at the foot.

This seal, set 33 unknown white power, can directly seal the fat ball big trumpet into an egg!

Therefore, before the ‘manmade small world fragment’ has not been completely absorbed, go to the fat ball and smash the trumpet.

"My body is going to stay here, so I can only go out and attract the fat ball." Song Shuhang reached out and two sets of 33 beasts flew out to protect Song Shuhang's god.

"The gods are going to face the nine secluded masters, but it is too dangerous." Shibei Daoyou leaped gently: "Take me."

"I am full of electricity from the body, which can help you." The Chu Ge master said that the "transplantation means" transplanted to Song Shuhang's head of the gods is the gospel of patients with hair loss.

......

......

Through the core world as a springboard, Song Shuhang's Yuanshen appeared directly in the space of the world with a ‘San Yin wooden knife’ as its coordinates.

Next, I waited for the fat ball to smash into the trumpet.

Song Shuhang believes that with the patience of the fat ball, its singular trumpet is sure to live in loneliness.

In his few days in the artificial world, the fat ball big trumpet must have been locked in his position.

Song Shuhang believes in his attraction to the fat ball.

Chu Shumao, Shibei Daoyou are also prepared to resist the impact of the fat ball smashing the trumpet.

Time passes by.

Ten minutes, half an hour, one hour, two hours...

The fat ball is awkward, but it has not appeared.

Song Shuhang: "???"

Is it that I am not attractive to the fat ball?