"Don't you have anything to say?"

After the two left, Mr. Mo, who was still lying on the bed, suddenly spoke, his voice was flat, and it could even be said that he was indifferent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There was no voice from anyone other than Mr. Mo in the quiet room, but in his head, a sharp child's voice sounded.

"What? Boy, do you want to try to kill the deity again? ”

The unhappiness is undisguised, and the smell of gunpowder is full!

"No, I don't have the courage to cut my hands anymore."

Looking at the pure white ceiling, Mr. Mo's eyes were confused.

O man! That's it, cowardly in my heart, afraid of being hurt, even with a moment of enthusiasm, I can muster up the courage to face the blade without hesitation. But after calming down, all I had in my heart was fear, palpitations, and the deep exhaustion that I didn't want to move again.

Mr. Mo does not have the heart of a strong man, nor is he a hero who will not be defeated in a hundred battles, he is just an ordinary mortal, afraid of death, afraid of injury, afraid of pain, afraid of loss and afraid of gaining.

Because he is timid, he is paranoid; I don't dare to get it because I'm afraid of losing more.

Crazy but lonely, ordinary and cowardly. This is Mr. Mo!

"I'll call you Black Flame Dragon in the future!"

After staring at the bandaged wound on his left hand for a while, Mr. Mo suddenly said seriously.

"Black Flame Dragon? What is that? ”

If he had a body, he would be frowning and thinking with one hand on his chin.

Forget it, the right hand is the place where the Black Flame Dragon is sealed, and Mr. Mo is injured by the left hand.

So, Mr. Mo is always playing strange memes.

"The Black Flame Dragon is just a powerful creature in my mind, nothing. But what I should call you is a question. ”

Mr. Mo shifted the topic without a trace, and the dream demon Huang Dingtian didn't care if Mr. Mo had any strange thoughts, and he didn't hold on to the issue of the Black Flame Dragon, but really thought about it.

Frankly speaking, this relationship between a man and a demon is a bit strange. Dream demon Huang Dingtian possessed Mr. Mo, occupying his left hand, and the two sides wanted to kill each other but failed, and the enmity was all settled, but they had to reluctantly negotiate peace, at this time, the two considered that there would be a long time of communication in the future, so they discussed the name of each other here.

Although the mood of the scene is very weird, one of the two is an old demon, and the other is a second-year teenager, and they don't care much about these, and they really talk weirdly for a long time. In the end, Mr. Mo's name was Dream Demon Huang Dingtian Laoding, and his name was Mr. Mo Xiao Mo.

After some discussion, the relationship between the two was obviously much more harmonious, so Mr. Mo also asked.

"Speaking of which, are you a man or a woman? I can't tell the difference between the sound and the sound! ”

Mr. Mo remembered that when he rescued Yu Penglai last night, a mistake brought up a sissy gangster, and he couldn't help but shiver and get goosebumps. Sure enough, gender issues should not be careless!

"I don't have a gender, my dream demon clan, they all have no gender, and gender is meaningless to some races."

It's different when it's cooked, and even the self-title of the "deity" that I've been biting before doesn't need to be.

"Meaningless? So how do you dream demons reproduce? ”

Spit out an egg like the Great Demon Vic?

"It's just a matter of splitting from one individual to two."

didn't go down with Mr. Mo, Lao Ding continued,

"You learn how to communicate with me with your consciousness, in this ordinary low-tech type of world, it would be strange if only you kept talking with your mouth."

"Communicating with consciousness?"

Mr. Mo frowned, feeling a little difficult to understand. Human consciousness is reacting to the outside world all the time, and if those reactions are expressed in words in the heart, can we communicate? But if that's the case, then Lao must have read all his thoughts, but in fact he didn't, so shouldn't it?

"Calm down! Note! Start constructing my existence in your mind, and then imagine that I exist in your left hand, and your consciousness is extending, extending to your left hand, gradually touching my existence...... Good! I'll take care of the rest! ”

As if he had broken through some kind of diaphragm, Mr. Mo, who closed his eyes, really felt the existence on his left hand, a dazzling existence like a crystal diamond! Compared to it, I am not even as good as a thin mist! The meager existence of his left hand was completely squeezed out by him, so his left hand couldn't be controlled?

Slightly condense the consciousness of the transparent gas in his hand, or it may be something like the soul, and slowly touch Lao Ding's incomparably vivid existence. Then, I don't know what Lao Ding did, and it seems that there is some connection between the two.

Mr. Mo tried to pass a thought through his mind.

"Huh? Success-"

With a flower in front of him, Mr. Mo was forced to quit that state before he finished speaking.

"What's going on? Failed? ”

Mr. Mo said while rubbing his temples, and after exiting that state, his head was slightly dizzy. Is this the legendary consumption of mental power?

"You relax for a moment, I'll try to control my left hand."

Without waiting for Lao Ding to explain the reason for the failure, Mr. Mo first made a request.

Then, it feels like your left hand is empty. Not the kind of emptiness that loses what is in hand, but the kind of emptiness that no longer exists, empty as nothing. Concentrating again, letting the consciousness spread towards his hand, gradually, Mr. Mo felt its presence.

Tried to shake his hand, but the left hand that had been transformed by Lao Ding with immortal power did not fully fit his consciousness, and his movements were obviously stiff.

But......

Mr. Mo pressed hard with his left hand on the wall, and a shallow, but incomparably clear palm print appeared on the wall.

"Immortal power can be called the power of creation, giving all things the power of creation! Although my remnant soul carries very little immortal power, and this piece of heaven and earth still has a strange suppression of immortal power, its effect is not one in a hundred, but just this level of transformation is enough to make your ability far beyond ordinary people. ”

Lao Ding explained to Mr. Mo, who was staring at his palms in contemplation. Although the direction of transformation is defense, not yet for matter, the attached power is still quite considerable among mortals.

"Actually, this transformation is not of much use to you. The world you live in is quite peaceful, there are not many wars, and there are no monks, your own martial arts ability is enough for you to solve most of the problems, and if you can't solve it, plus this transformed left hand is useless! ”

Indeed, Mr. Mo also thought of it, what a chicken rib!

Not to mention that most things don't require violence, even in situations where violence does, it doesn't work! This ability to not go up or down is really useless!

"You don't usually need to use this hand, do you?"

Even if it's a chicken rib waste, Mr. Mo won't dislike it, because it's his own hand! If he can, Mr. Mo still hopes to use it himself.

"Well, rest assured! As long as I don't forcibly control it, my presence won't have any adverse effect on your use of your left hand. ”

It seems that something is associated with this sentence, Mr. Mo said with a strange expression,

"Don't suddenly control my left hand to lift a girl's skirt!"

"I won't do it!"

"It's not okay to hit the chest!"

"Who would do that kind of thing!?"

……

Putting aside the issue of life and death, the relationship between the two is really unexpectedly peaceful~