Leave a doppelganger in the underworld?

Zhao Fan was shocked when he heard this, and asked: Your deity is in the Metaverse, and your doppelganger is in the underworld, so there is no obstacle to the real-time synchronization of your memory?

It's impossible to change to someone else. The lord of the Oiran Pavilion said proudly: Don't look at who I am, as the first beautiful man in the underworld, how can there be nothing different from ordinary people?

Zhao Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes, this level of narcissism is really no one, but the other party does have the capital of narcissism.

Then, the Oiran Pavilion Master said, "That's it." I carry the heart by the doppelganger, and the Buddha-figure is synchronized with the doppelganger in real time, and there is no difference between it and when I was in the underworld.

Okay, if you're ruthless, in other words, how about sharing this means of cross-border real-time synchronization with the doppelganger? Zhao Fan was really moved, if he could be like the Oiran Pavilion Master, even if he soared, he would be able to contact Yaoyao to understand the dynamics of the human world.

Share?

The Lord of the Oiran Pavilion smiled and said, "In the words of your human race, this is an empty glove white wolf, but even if I teach you." You can't learn either.

Why? Zhao Fan asked inexplicably.

Because this is the exclusive racial supernatural power of our race. The Oiran Pavilion Master explained: It was only after the ascension that I realized that the synchronization with the clone had no effect.

Zhao Fan sighed regretfully, okay.

Don't think about these useless things, it's better to ascend quickly, otherwise, by the time you come, I'm afraid I'll already be a legendary Heavenly Rank existence. The lord of the Oiran Pavilion said jokingly: Speaking of which, I really have to thank Seventeen, if it weren't for her ascension that stimulated me, I'm afraid, I would have been self-absorbed in the underworld like the bottom of the well forever.

Ha ha. After going to the Metaverse, I finally experienced what it feels like to be a frog at the bottom of a well, right? Zhao Fan was not angry, and said with a smile: Tell me where you are in the Metaverse, I will fly up in a few days, and if it is close when I arrive, I will go to the plaque for you.

Well, I can't ask for it. The Lord of the Oiran Pavilion said happily: The Red Lotus Territory, Datang Prefecture, the Falling Star God Mansion of the Northern Li Kingdom.

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Zhao Fan was a little speechless when he heard this, the Red Lotus Territory, he knew it in the inheritance information of the Beast God Order, a territory located in the northern part of the Metaverse, but what the hell is Datang Prefecture? Not to mention the Northern Beauty.

It is worth mentioning that the five words of the Falling Star God Mansion made Zhao Fan a little surprised.

It's not that he knows the name of the Falling Star God King, but anyone who is qualified to be called a god king is a Xuan-level existence, and looking at a territory, they all belong to big people with heads and faces.

It seems that you are a good mixer, and you can hug the thighs of a Xuan-level powerhouse so quickly. Zhao Fan said teasingly, but there was no ridicule and contempt.

There's no way, it's hard to mix the Metaverse. The lord of the Oiran Pavilion rarely complained: I only knew when I came that the god of the underworld who covered the sky with one hand was not even a fart here, and he was put on a wasteland hat like entering the underworld. I want to be a grandson everywhere, let's talk about the experience of the first day, I was a little harder, I was beaten half to death by a quasi-Xuanjie beggar, if there was no caravan of a big man passing by at that time, it is estimated that the beggar was really killed on the street. This is the most shameful day of my Oiran Pavilion Master!

Calm, calm.

Zhao Fan understood his feelings, after all, he had done his homework for the Metaverse before his ascension, and the labor pain period had basically passed, and he had that kind of preparation. However, the Lord of the Oiran Pavilion flew up without knowing anything, and the initial drop was estimated to be as difficult as falling into the abyss from the clouds overlooking all living beings, so he said comfortingly: It's over, haven't you survived it now, and joined the Divine King's Mansion. At least in a small place there is security.

Small place?