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I took off my clothes and felt that my brain was cooked, and then I was doused with hot milk, durian mustard and stinky tofu, and finally stirred it with a dung stick.

In addition to the gradual confusion of consciousness, he also developed a strong sense of dependence. It seemed that the thing that was crawling out of the King of Slime in front of him was not someone else, but his own mother, the little policewoman of the mad devil, and Lord Lu. .

A sense of hopelessness that couldn't resist rose from the bottom of his heart, which made him send out the highest praise from the other side from the bottom of his heart.

When the opponent's head protruded from the body of King Slime, he saw the opponent's appearance.

It was a face exactly like the female lord.

He should have been shocked, but even the shocked emotions faded away.

Just when he took off his clothes and was completely impressed by the other party, a figure came down.

The other party wore white gloves and a lean black waistcoat. The white shirt inside the waistcoat was spotlessly ironed.

He strode towards the undressed body hiding in the dark, and then inserted the saber in his hand into the opponent's body.

Accompanied by the feeling of a sharp object entering the body, he took off his clothes and suddenly awakened from it, and then suddenly realized who the person in front of him was.

"Mr. Martin?"

"It's me. It looks like you lost your hand when you took off your clothes."

"Well, I missed it."

He took off his clothes and thought for a while, the feeling still lingering in his mind.

There is no sorrow, some only the simplest joy, as if returning to the embrace of the mother.

Forcing himself to withdraw from the feeling of going home, he suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Sealed this part of the memory to the depths of my consciousness, took off his clothes and looked at Martin: "Thank you, Mr. Martin. Are you okay?"

Martin nodded his head: "Almost, but it's okay now. The guy in Hall left a back hand on the sword. He left part of the body fluid of the King of Slime on the sword, and changed his consciousness. Attached to it, it almost took my body away."

"Then you now..."

"I tried a way to cook the other half of my brain, and now he is dead completely."

He took off his clothes and was speechless.

Worthy of being a devil, the treatment methods are all different.

"Will losing half of your head affect your actions?"

"You need to sleep for a short period of time to make up for it, but it will recover after a while. The ogre has a strong recovery ability.

"This is too much, right! Are you sure your brain is a brain and not a slime?"

Martin smiled, and then continued: "I digested part of Hall's memory and found a way to deal with the King of Slime. Do I need to act now?"

Take off his clothes and stare at Martin, trying to identify whether the other party is lying or not from the other party's tone and actions.

But he can't see anything now.

The influence from Zelatan still echoed in his mind, preventing him from building an accurate model to judge whether the opponent was true or false.

Spit out a sigh of breath, he chose to believe it.

"Go ahead, Martin."

"Ok."

Martin, who was ordered, slowly bent down.

He looked like Martin, but the temperament around him instantly became gloomy, older and more corrupt.

He did not walk in directly, facing the King of Slime inside, but said in a low voice: "King of Slime, order 404, use non-existent instructions, remake abilities, restore birth status..."

His voice went down the corridor and inspired the most primitive command of the Slime King, causing his huge body to tremble.

The replacement, controlled by his body fluids, began to stop praying.

All those who were replaced began to shut up one by one, and closed their eyes in silence.

Zelatan, who was crawling out, also stopped.

Only half of her body has been shaped, and the remaining half is still in a state of chaos, unable to be completely released from the Slime King's body.

Being born, she also realized the problem.

A will from the quasi-god came immediately, distorting the surrounding space and stopping the time at this time.

Things composed entirely of will scan the entire underground almost in an instant.

Feeling the slightly erected hair on his body, Martin said: "He is about to find us and is about to assimilate us into believers, what can you do?"

"Try it."

Quickly activated the "God" 1.0 commissioned by the professor and others to knit the missing hairline, took off his clothes and entered all the key information.

While choosing the other party's priesthood, he took off his clothes and paused.

Afterwards, he chose the time without hesitation.

The half-minute he disappeared made him remember, so he keenly felt that the other party's priesthood should be related to time.

Although only the most common consciousness has been differentiated, it is the consciousness of quasi-god after all, which makes it completely unsure of victory even if you take off your clothes.

The moment the program finished running, this consciousness also came to them.

This white consciousness is like a meteor flying in the sky. The white light contains different colors, and you can feel the unspeakable beauty of it at a glance.

Resisting the urge to take refuge in an instant, he took off his clothes and quickly created a virtual personality, and spoke up.

"I am a loyal believer of Lord Zelatan. I believe that time does not exist."

He is betting.

Gambling on the other party’s priesthood is time, gambling on the other party’s creed has this part, betting that the other party has accepted the mechanical part of their own part, betting that the other party will definitely respond to their own words.

Communicating with gods in a mortal body, every word spoken requires a great psychological endurance.

Although the chance is slim, he still has to take a gamble.

This white consciousness stopped interfering with their spirit.

Then it said in a language they could understand: "Yes, time does not exist."

Take off your clothes and make a bet.

Regardless of breathing, he quickly said: "Time does not exist, time is only a dimension of material movement. But the great Lord Zelatan can create the concept of time and make the world accept the existence of time briefly."

"Yes." White consciousness nodded, "You can go on, devout believer."

Enduring the severe head pain, he took off his clothes and began to recite what he had learned from "The Gods".

He made his speech slow as much as possible, so that he could postpone for a while to gain time for the arrival of his companion and Lu Fan.

The white consciousness listened silently.

Under the influence of the rules, it must listen to the believers' understanding of its priesthood until no new content appears ~lightnovelpub.net~ Under the tremendous pressure brought by the **** consciousness, it takes off its clothes and continues to recite.

His consciousness began to blur.

He felt his body begin to melt.

Just when his consciousness was about to blur, he seemed to hear someone say in his ear: "You are already very good, let me leave it to me."

For some reason, this voice made taking off his clothes extremely relieved.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had changed to green pupils on the left and blue pupils on the right.

Martin on the side saw this scene and said in disbelief: "Satan leaves?"

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