"It's not me?"

Primordial Boy Stan, looking at the body that has changed dramatically in disbelief, a brand new body, with an extremely vigorous vitality, as if it is an inexhaustible force, anyone would want to have such a beautiful body.

But it was not he who took the initiative to play it, but a passive change, which was in line with the atmosphere of this beautiful place that was suspected to be the original paradise.

Almost instinctively, Stan Du Plessis sensed danger, especially when he realized that the warning that should have been in his mind was fading, and he felt the urge to fully integrate into the paradise.

"No, I need to leave!"

Stan Duplaisi ran like a cheetah to the meadow.

He was leaving, but he hadn't forgotten to take the little snowball with him.

Because of the soul bond, coupled with the past few days of getting along, he has long regarded the little snowball as a part of his life.

But just as he picked up Snowball and prepared to leave the park, the crying primordial girl appeared in front of him, her arms outstretched and her long hair falling to her ankles, holding Young Stan.

This scene is extremely dreamy and sad.

In particular, Stan Duplaisi showed obvious refusal, and he even tried to violently push the girl to the ground.

At the moment when the two were about to touch, the entire paradise seemed to react.

Stan felt himself stagnate under his feet, his strong legs stumbling over the growing grass, and a snow-white rabbit stepped out of the grass, its small fluffy hands grasping a piccolo and playing.

In front of him, a bright, prickly flower opened, and a group of elves flew out of it, carrying the harp together, and a melodious, slow sound sounded.

In the clear pond, mermaids emerge from the water, their heads held high, revealing their slender, beautiful necks, and begin to chant songs.

A little farther into the forest, there are poisonous snakes with human arms, toads with raspberry heads, and giant blue birds with three heads...... These strange creatures, each holding a piccolo, harp, drum and other instruments, began to play music together.

It's a piece of music that is so charming that it seems to contain all the truth.

In it, you can find answers to any doubts you may have, and you will feel peace, joy and joy like never before.

Almost immediately, Stan Dupressi's footsteps stopped.

He let go of the "little snowball" in his arms, involuntarily opened his arms, and hugged the primitive girl.

Warmth and joy overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

The music, becoming more and more melodious, began to permeate every corner of the "Primordial Paradise".

When Stan Dupresis, as a primitive boy, completed the first sacred forbidden fruit ritual in Paradise with the girl, it was as if a switch was turned on, and the original innocent, primitive, and even full of divine breath of Paradise began to change silently.

All kinds of desires began to breed.

Stan and the maiden are frantically performing rituals, merfolk, elves, vipers, and giant birds...... These strange creatures, their bodies are crazy mutations, those berries, flowers, and trees grow wantonly, pink rain falls in the sky, reason and restraint are directly submerged, and desire surges......

When all this happened, the music was always playing.

Strangely, this mutated image, which seems to have been polluted, should have been filthy, pitch-black or scarlet color.

But at this moment, the park takes on an incredible "candy color".

Bright, making the awake creature feel extremely uncomfortable.

......

Dream Tower, before the projection screen, the three loyal viewers of Gluttony, Night Beast and Goblin all looked extremely bad at the moment.

Their facial features were tangled together, as if something disgusting had happened.

Especially when they see that the invincible and lovely junior "Little Snowball", who has fallen because of the pollution of his master, as a part of Stan Du Plessis's soul, is polluted with it, and the little snowball continues to devour huge and bright berries, and finally turns into a big pink fat pig.

In an instant, the three little guys only felt disgusting and frightened, as if they were suddenly fed a mouthful of on the way to chase the drama.

It's obviously not a nice experience, but they can't do much either.

Even Tang Qi can't do anything.

"The content of the trial is simple and crude, and if you can't pass it, it means that you don't have the dependents that the dream country needs. ”

A thought came to him, and Tang Qi didn't pay any more attention to the changes in the paradise.

The breeding of desire never ends.

Soon, the original monotonous Primordial Paradise began to spawn out of thin air as reason disappeared.

Humanity is no longer just Stan Dupresy and the primordial girl.

A large number of primitive humans were born, and together with other strange creatures, under the auspices of Stan Du Plessis, they built grotesque buildings, like twisted labyrinths, mountains of flesh, fortresses shaped like organs......

Everybody, all of them are having fun.

That kind of indulgent and unrestrained picture should have seemed filthy and depraved.

But because of the bright colors like candy, they are rendered with a primitive and innocent atmosphere.

Stan Dupresi, who was obsessed with it, his eyes gradually became glazed, as if he could no longer feel the passage of time, and the endless desire came to his soul, which made his soul numb, and he had no other thoughts than to sink.

He could no longer even perceive his own body, he seemed to be part of his desires, and he wandered through this boundless paradise with the notes of the music that was always ringing.

And wherever he goes, he is warmly received, no matter how strange the creatures, no matter how grotesque the sights, they greet him as if they were kings, and surround him, continuing to enjoy themselves or indulging some kind of desire.

It was only gradually that he began to feel no happiness.

The end of numbness...... It's the loss of self.

"I'm about to disappear!"

Suddenly, Stan Dupresi's eyes moved.

Immediately, he lowered his head with some difficulty and looked at himself at this time.

He still maintained his human body, but at some point, his hair fell out, his skin became transparent, and it was vaguely visible that his abdomen was empty, and his flesh, internal organs, blood vessels, and bones were gone, including his head.

"I'm only left with skin, and it's going to be gone?"

Stan Duplecy didn't know why he could still think, he had no head.

But he didn't plan to dig deeper, and he didn't plan to leave, he knew he couldn't.

At this moment, he was left with only one thought of great intensity, which drove him, and with what was left of his skin, he staggered to the depths of the forest, where there was an incomparably large, bright red cocoon, which was beating.

Like peeling off the petals of a flower, he struggled to peel off the skin of the big cocoon, and with the sound of "snort", scarlet blood spurted out, quickly corroding his skin, and the intense pain made him feel as if he was facing death.

Another thought came to him, telling him that he could continue to enjoy eternal happiness as long as he returned to Paradise.

But at the moment of touching the cocoon, Stan Dupresis seemed to be completely awake, his face was painful, but his hands were extremely firm, layer by layer, peeling away the skin of the cocoon.

Finally, he saw a couple of men and women hugging each other in the depths of the cocoon.

The bodies of the man and woman remained in their primitive state, as if they were embracing each other, and a long sword without a handle pierced their hearts in an oblique way, and connected them together.

They each rested their heads on each other's shoulders, their faces unconcealed with happiness and tranquility, and very discordantly, each holding a red dagger in his hand.

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

Men and women are piercing each other's bodies with daggers.

Slow, firm, again and again, never stopping.

"Mommy!"

Stan Duplacy seemed to be a child again, his voice hoarse and his face pained.

He desperately wanted to turn and flee, and he wanted to blend in with the strange sight before him, as long as he took a step, stretched out his arms, embraced them, and let the long, ungripped sword, pierce what was left of his skin.

Suddenly, he took a step, and he stretched out his hands.

The next moment, the corroded and scarred palm suddenly grasped the long sword.

"Ahh

With a roar, Stan Duplaisi drew his sword.

The men and women who hugged each other, their never-ending movements, suddenly froze, their bodies began to melt, their heads that had been pillowing each other, twisted at the same time, and looked at Stan Du Plessis, with love and ...... on their faces that could not be concealed in addition to peace Guilty.

And the young Stan who stared at them, in his originally empty eyes, was a calm that was violently transforming, a calm that looked directly at everything.

They, melted.

In an instant, Paradise went into a rampage.

Stan Dupresis looked back, and he saw a large number of grotesque creatures, including the primitive maiden and the big fat pig in the form of a small snowball, all of them stretching out their arms to hug him and drag him until he swung his long sword without a handle, and calmly slashed it.

The paradise of joy and joy as bright as candy suddenly twisted and disappeared.

Stan suddenly comes to his senses, he reverts to "Traveler Stan", and the little snowball seems to have never mutated, lying on top of his head, screaming happily.

But at this moment, Stan Duplessis's eyes were completely attracted by the extremely strange "monster" in front of him, as if it was made of various biological organs.

The monster was aiming its hips at him, and it was this monster that played the fainting music in the air.

And the score, imprinted on the monster's white buttocks, seems to come to life, jumping notes, containing the endless desires common to all living beings.

It's just that the score, because it was slashed, is dissipating.

Monsters, too, are dying.

At the moment when this "monster" completely turned into nothingness, Stan Du Plessi suddenly heard a voice with a hint of evil taste in his head.

"This piece of music, its name is...... Ass Hell Song!"