Extreme Little Super Popularity exploded.

Although he was irritable and exploded on fire, it was not once or twice if he exploded, but he swears that this time he is really going to be mad.

The Supreme Little Superman angrily fell off the latest issue of the comic.

"In the dark night! Uncle, you idiots must be crazy!! You actually even painted Lao Tzu in!!!"

The supreme little super person was violent, roaring, smashed the roof of the building and flew directly into the sky, and instantly broke through the atmosphere and flew into the starry sky of the universe, jumping to an unknown dimension.

Many people on Earth are pointing and pointing, exclaiming "superpowers" from time to time. Not surprisingly, government departments immediately came out to refute the rumors, claiming that they were experimenting with holographic projection technology, concealing the existence of the superhuman, self-propelled anti-matter bomb. reality.

With a bang, the fourth wall was breached, and the Supreme Little Superman was so angry that he couldn't wait for a hot sight to extinguish this group of random scum.

With a loud bang, the door of the editorial department was kicked again.

"What the **** do you want to do!!! Do you want to die! Even if I paint to the dark night, it still puts me in distress?!"

The Supreme Little Superman scolded.

In the latest issue of the comics, he saw that his life was in danger, but when he hurriedly read the comics backwards, this issue of the comics was over.

"My Excellency Superman, please calm down first. We are just faithfully feeding back to the comics what happened in the multiverse..."

"Fart! And don't call me Superman!"

Extreme Little Superman scolded.

The editor had a dark face and frowned, trying to appease the angry little Superman: "Our ability to control characters is not omnipotent, and you are now in the Origin Universe, the safest place in the entire multiverse, even if the Dark Death is the emperor. No matter how strong it is, it is impossible to notice...I am..."

The entire editorial department fell silent suddenly, and everyone looked at behind the Supreme Superman, their eyes sluggish, revealing shock and unbelievable horror.

"What are you looking at?"

The extreme little Superman’s sense of crisis in his heart immediately issued a warning, and the hairs all over his body stood up, and the cold touch behind him made the extreme little Superman’s face change wildly!

Huo Ran turned and turned his head, a figure was standing quietly behind him, silent, not even knowing when it appeared.

"you……"

Little Superman was cold, and the sixth sense warned him wildly.

The entire editorial department suddenly became silent, and all the editors looked at the zombie in a daze.

"vomit!"

The zombie smiled strangely at them, grinned very big, and then decisively vomited a mouthful of black blood.

In the black blood, after a moment of silence, a large number of bulges were generated immediately, and the black lamp rings were quickly forming.

boom!

Little Superman's face was blue, and he shot a hot line of sight on the spot, blasting the zombies in front of him into dregs, which of course was useless, and the black lamp zombies immediately returned to their original state.

A large number of black lantern rings took shape, and then crazily rushed to the members of the editorial department!

The editorial department is in chaos!

The paper fluttered, and the group of editors of the five scumbags roared, picked up the table and stool in horror, or looked terrified, or looked fierce and decisive.

"Damn it! What's wrong!!"

"The editorial office is protected by a fourth wall. Even the group of sole gods will be affected by the fourth wall! Without understanding the fourth wall, their will will be affected by the fourth wall. The shielding of the wall and the invisible slight distortion made the editorial department more concealed, but...how could it be discovered by the black light?!"

"The editorial department is directly connected to Siwon Universe!"

"Then Siyuan Universe has no reason to be found by the Black Lantern Ring so quickly! Even the only **** can't find Siyuan Universe!"

"Siwon Universe and the fourth wall, how can such extravagant double insurance become so fragile!"

"You may have forgotten that the fourth wall was just blasted through by someone..."

Someone said something weakly.

Extreme Little Superman's face turned dark.

Co-author, this is your own pot?

"Also, the Supreme Little Superman can return to Origin Universe, and he seems to have been thrown back by someone... He has been in the multiverse for such a long time, as long as the Black Death is not stupid, he must know him..."

The editor in the front was fighting **** battles with a bunch of rings, and some people became zombies from time to time, while the editors in the back pierced the little Superman with their faint eyes like a sharp sword, resentful.

In short, although the editorial department will not be destroyed this time, the vitality is definitely injured.

"Release the juvenile body."

An editor looked up at the sky.

"Are you sure we can control that terrible thing?"

An editor overturned the former colleague who was forced to talk in front of him on a bench, and desperately smashed the dead man who had become a zombie.

"Even if we become zombies, we still have a chance to be resurrected. The big deal is to draw a comic on the spot, dig some holes, and let the white lantern ring or the editor resurrect us... But if we let go of the larva now... that might really be the case. It's finished, it's still the kind of high probability..."

The editorial department quickly fell, even if the Supreme Little Superman had super combat power, but there was no way to completely destroy the zombies, and could only watch the enemy continue to resurrect.

Fortunately, the Supreme Little Superman attracted the siege of most zombies, and the editorial department could survive for a while.

Finally, an editor who was shivering under the table couldn't help it. He hurriedly crawled out and pounced somewhere in the editorial office with red eyes, constantly groping for something.

"I can't bear it anymore! I would rather be killed by a larva than become a disgusting zombie!"

The man cried and yelled, "Supreme Little Superman, your mother likes, I greet you and your family! Blame you!"

Boom!

An explosion comparable to a small nuclear explosion occurred, and the red light swept away, and the supreme little super-popularity created a strong explosion with a hot sight, and he was able to breathe, and his face turned ill.

"Kent is not a good thing! I won't let you go~lightnovelpub.net~ I'm going to die together! Little Superman, you blow up! Your whole family is blown up!"

This person kept groping for something in the air, and no one stopped him, but no one had hope on his face either. On the contrary, everyone had despair on his face.

Finally, this person seemed to have pulled something, and he yanked outwards. Something was pulled out in the dark.

Invisible and obscure fluctuations spread, like something is being explored, or a rigid program is instinctively scanning the situation.

All the black lamp zombies suddenly stopped all their actions, and turned their heads to look at the editor, their hollow eyes staring at the "air" on the editor's hands.

call!

Quietly, these black-light zombies were silent for a while, as if they had received a signal, and they began to evacuate the editorial department silently, not even their favorite living people's hearts.

Little Superman exploded in anger, roared and chased out, massacring the zombies, a group of people fought farther and farther, and the voice gradually died down.

After a long time, the sweaty editor sat down on the ground, wiped the tears from his face, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I've survived, I've survived..." The man whispered, looking at his hands, looking at the surrounding with grateful and vigilant gazes, he couldn't help sighing, "It's still too late. Second, this guy will come out, everyone will be finished."

"Hurry up and put him back, this thing is more dangerous than a bomb."

Someone ordered, and immediately whispered, as if afraid to wake up something, "By the way, does this juvenile... have a name?"

"Yes, I have already thought about it."

The editor fumbled for the air again, exhaled a long sigh, and whispered: "Primitive Transcendence...The name of this juvenile body is Primitive Transcendence."