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They selected a few ordinary people who had not been trained to shoot beforehand, and then divided them into two groups, one of which did not require any preparation, and the other group had to do more than two hours of imaginary shooting training in their heads every day.

After some time, the researchers arranged for everyone to take a real-life shooting test. The results showed that even if they had not received any training in reality, the shooting accuracy of the people who had been trained in the brain many times was at least 30% higher than that of the other group!

After many experiments, researchers have determined that after a certain amount of hypothetical training, the human brain will store some of it as experience in the brain, and store this "experience" in the muscles, producing a certain "instinctive response".

Chen Lang accidentally read this report, and his first reaction at that time was: "If I simulate fighting with people in my brain every day, will I be able to be called a master after a few decades?" ”

With such a reverie, Chen Lang persevered, and found time to be in a daze if he had nothing to do, oh no! It's a simulated battle in the brain!

Right now! It's time to validate the results!

After successfully attacking Zhao Peng with a straight punch, Chen Lang looked at the three people who pounced on him, and sneered in his heart: "It's time to show real skills!" ”

For a moment, Chen Lang even imagined in his heart that he would perfectly defeat the three of them and make them bow down.

However, the reality is always cruel, and in the next second, Chen Lang was mercilessly pushed to the ground by Zhao Peng and the others, and the physical fitness gap between the weak house and the athlete was clearly placed in front of everyone, which was not something that the ghost of "simulated battle in the brain" could deal with.

The victory and defeat were divided at the moment when Chen Lang fell, and if nothing else, Chen Lang was greeted by the fists of the three of them like a torrential rain.

Will there be an accident?

Absolutely! Even if it's just the day before, ten hours ago, Chen Lang's fat beating has to be determined!

But now, Chen Lang, who has been recognized by Mars as the reincarnation of the Demon King, has no possibility of being beaten by a group of mortals.

Time stopped again.

Chen Lang, who was sitting on the ground, looked at Zhao Peng and the three of them from bottom to top blankly, their fists were still raised, their expressions were a little hideous, their eyes were wide with undisguised excitement, and the hormones of youth were burning wildly at this moment.

But they couldn't move.

Chen Lang was turning his head, and happened to see Deng Xue on the side, at this time she was pushing hard through the wall of female classmates, trying to rush out, her mouth was wide open, as if she was shouting something.

Chen Lang looked at it with some uncertainty, Deng Xue's eyes seemed to be a little red?

Just when Chen Lang was looking around blankly, a pair of hands gently rested on his body, and with a warm and soft force, he slowly helped Chen Lang up, and Mars's unique voice sounded in Chen Lang's ears again, "Wang." ”

"Sure enough, you're here? Mars. Chen Lang suddenly realized, "I thought I had accidentally entered the Lifan world, such as the "Time X Stop" series or something. ”

"It's not difficult for you if you want to." Mars gently patted the dust on Chen Lang's body, as if he was repeating the actions he had done countless times, "Or, the old minister will avoid it for a while?" ”

"Cut, are you trying to lure me into inheriting my memories again?" Chen Lang pursed his lips, but did not stop Mars's movements, "By the way, you are the acting leader of the demon race, and you know so much knowledge on the earth, is it appropriate?" ”

After repeatedly confirming that there was no dust left on Chen Lang's body, Mars said with a natural look: "Before being the acting leader of the Demon Clan, I have more priority than your butler, and understanding the personality preferences of the Demon King on weekdays is the highest priority for me at any time. For example, the treasured book under the small bed in your room was also read by the old minister with a spirit of exploration. ”

"Holy! You are not ashamed, did you say that you left in advance just to invade my personal privacy? Chen Lang yelled angrily, there were too many ulterior secrets in his treasured books.

"Wang, please rest assured, your subordinates will never look at you with color, after all, stockings control, foot fetish or something, for our demons, it is not too much of a taste." The righteous expression on Mars's face contrasted sharply with the obscene words that came out of his mouth. "It's the same as what I told you last time, as long as you want, Lao Chen can turn this planet into your harem at any time."

"As long as you want!" Mars repeated continuously, so that Chen Lang could clearly hear the firmness in his tone.

"Xilei was sent by you because of this?" Chen Lang asked coldly.

I have to say that Xilei is Chen Lang's dish in many ways!

"Not exactly." Mars said confidently: "Her strength is also one of the reasons why I placed her by your side, not to mention, she is also one of the candidates who will never betray you." ”

"Will you never betray?" Chen Lang said in a low voice: "In other words, there are also some people in the demon clan who will betray me?" You don't look so competent as the acting leader! ”

"The old minister is derelict in his duties!" Without any prevarication, Mars honestly lowered his head directly and admitted his mistake to Chen Lang.

"Hey, hey! I'll just say casually, I can't manage the affairs of your demons, and I'm not interested in it. Chen Lang smiled, and unconsciously, his conversation with Mars had become very pleasant, and there was no longer the extreme fear that had brought him when they met before.

And this comfort made Chen Lang's attitude towards Mars more like treating a friend, a "friend" that Chen Lang had never had before.

"You shouldn't have come here to discuss this with me, right?" Chen Lang looked at Mars with empty eyes, "I'm going to be beaten up?" ”

Pushing the glasses with his hand, a dazzling light came out of the glasses illuminated by the sun, and Mars's tone was a little dark for the first time: "Anyone who tries to hurt the Demon King is the enemy of our Demon Clan, and Lao Chen doesn't mind letting them try the methods of our Demon Clan." Just worry that doing it here will dirty your eyes. ”

"Well, you don't have to do that, do you?" Chen Lang said soft-heartedly for a while: "Although they usually laugh at me, break my books, steal my snacks, and hype up what I like about Lin Yu, so as to make a laughing stock..."

As he spoke, Chen Lang covered his forehead and sighed: "Forget it, let's clean them up according to what you say!" ”