"What's going on?" Wu Chen hurriedly switched to the perspective of the energy spirit body, carefully observing Murong Yanyan's condition.

"Brother Chen, the reason why she can't wake up is not because she hasn't healed from her old illness. It seems that the Yuan Shen turtle has been breathing for too long, and it is difficult to wake up for a while. The Sect Master comforted softly.

Jellyfish Yin Ji also stepped forward to persuade: "The husband must have continued the broken string first, and then jumped out of the realm. There was a slight delay in between...... So I don't know, as soon as the strings are connected, the sect leader will check on the situation of Sister Murong......"

Wu Chen nodded: "You already know." ”

"Yes, husband." It turned out that before Wu Chen came out, they had already checked Murong Yan's condition.

"What now?" Wu Chen already had a plan in his heart. But he also wants to hear everyone's opinions.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, the Sect Leader immediately said, "Brother Chen, someone needs to wake her up." ”

Sure enough, it was the same as Wu Chen thought. Wu Chen has experienced a similar situation more than once. What he remembered most was to awaken the Trinity Sister Arcie. Murong Yan and Arcie sisters are in a similar situation, and Wu Chen also wants to enter the depths of their memories and activate their consciousness.

Sister Arcie is a trinity. Murong Yanyan and the others are isotopes in different time and space. The situation may be close, and it doesn't seem to be much of a problem.

"Brother Chen, the condition of the Murong brothers and sisters at this time is like suffering from narcolepsy. The drowsiness is deep, and external forces cannot wake up. The Sect Master said again.

"I know." Although the sect leader said it tactfully, Wu Chen still understood. The sect leader meant that if he slept for too long, Murong Yanyan and the many primordial gods of different time and space isotopes would never be able to wake up again.

How to put it, it seems to be a kind of thinking inertia. When severely mentally harmed, the consciousness is de-energized and dormant out of self-preservation. In the later stage, although the wound may have been repaired, it is not possible to awaken the dormant consciousness from the outside. Therefore, it is necessary to give enough stimulation in the depths of consciousness in order to make consciousness clear.

This person who goes deep into the thinking of a vegetative person can obviously only be Wu Chen.

"Brother Chen, it's not just the Murong brothers and sisters who are asleep, you ...... alone" The sect leader was still worried about Wu Chen's strength. Of course, he didn't know that Wu Chen could be split into 27, and these twenty-seven clones all had his private format. In other words, as long as a private format is used, Wu Chen can split into a new clone. It is very convenient to use and replenish at any time.

Although he didn't know how many primordial gods Murong Yanyan's body contained, Wu Chen felt that as long as he woke up the most powerful ones, such as the Nine-Fingered Qin Demon, the Fire Cloud Evil God, the White-Haired Witch, the Famous Sword, Li Qiushui, Li Canghai, the Three Princesses, etc., the remaining isotopes of different time and space could naturally awaken together under the influence of powerful bonds similar to telepathy.

Without further ado, Wu Chen resigned to the sect leader. Thinking of the Hammer Falling Organization with a thief's heart immortal, Wu Chen left another bottle of Soul Resurrection Pill refined by Soul Rejuvenation Grass, for fear that something would happen to the Sect Master. After thousands of instructions, he stepped on his fire-breathing flying sword and returned to the prison city with everyone.

Jellyfish Yin Ji said that Wu Chen had only left for seven days.

So everything in the prison city is still what he remembers. Flying down to the incense castle where the scaffolding was being dismantled, a female companion who had been left behind had already greeted him. It's not Grandma Mu Ji who is at the forefront.

"Husband is well." Not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns. Not to mention the full seven days. The autumn waves flooding his eyes were as fragrant and luscious as the juice flowing from the carcass that had been poured day and night under Luo's skirt until it was ripe.

"Mu Ji is hard." Wu Chen smiled and took her into his arms.

Walking into the Cross Flower Castle with the beauties who rushed to hear the news, Wu Chen's heart that had been hanging was only then he settled down. Although the ability of the leader of the falling hammer is one dimension behind him, but when he thinks of these disgusting guys ambushing in the prison city, ready to launch a fatal blow to Xiangbao at any time, Wu Chen will inevitably be on his back.

Sometimes, Wu Chen really wants to sigh about the condensation and precision of the Chinese language. Compare two words with very similar meanings: such as sitting on pins and needles and such as mangs on the back. One is a needle, and the other is a man. From the point of view of physical harm, the needle is obviously stronger than the mang. So the person who sat on pins and needles wanted to run away as soon as possible. And the person who is like a mang on his back wants to erase it as soon as possible.

That's right, Wu Chen's thoughts now are not to escape, but to completely erase this mang.

It has to be said that the idioms in Chinese are the most incisive language in the world, and there is no one.

Some people may think that they have already become gods, how can they still live so carefully. Why not be happy with revenge and kill as you like?

However, Wu Chen wants to say that God also has weaknesses, flaws, and even loopholes.

As long as there are feelings, there are always concerns. Take Wu Chen as an example, if someone took a sharp enough knife to stand on Chun-Li's neck, Wu Chen would have knelt down at that time. That's the weakness. So when Superman saw his adoptive mother being kidnapped, he knelt down as if the world was collapsing, Wu Chen was the most understanding person.

In a word, people always have weaknesses.

Wu Chen can not care about power or money, but he cares about all the people who have emotional bonds with him. There are not only women in this, but men as well. For example, the first D plot world of his own cheap dad. And those brothers who were born and died with him, such as Optimus Prime.

Therefore, Yuan Shao had no intention of attacking Cao because of his pediatric illness. Faced with such a dilemma, Wu Chen may not be able to be hard-hearted and decisive. Therefore, the creature of the overlord, in Wu Chen's opinion, is already a non-human category. Even if it's role-playing, it's definitely not a job that ordinary people can do.

Wu Chen's depressed mood was already clear to Grandma Mu Ji the moment she saw Murong Yanyan, who was still being carried back by Maria's steel puppet. With a few words of secret advice, a sturdy nocturnal dragon soared into the sky and flew to all parts of the city.

Gently placed Murong Yan, who was wrapped into a big cocoon, in a bedroom on the fourth floor, and arranged to be on duty, Wu Chen let go of the last breath of turbidity.

That's why humans need a home. In this safe fortress, people can completely let down their guards.

The Château is undoubtedly safe. The Cross Flower Castle on the east-west-north-south axis is even more difficult to fly. The third, fourth, and fifth floors of the castle are Wu Chen's exclusive space, and the higher you go, the tighter the defense. The rooms are located on three floors. Each floor has a gorgeous bathroom. Coming out of Murong Yan's room, Wu Chen walked straight to the bathroom on the fourth floor.

The dungeon city is as expensive as gold, and the dripping water is undoubtedly a luxury to be used as bath water. A bathroom completely decorated with rare glass and jade is even more luxurious. You must know that the most in the prison city is blood crystals. The most precious thing is, of course, everything except blood crystals. For example, car tires. In this prison city where technology and magic coexist, the reused barricades that hang all over the eaves are made of precious rubber.

It took a long time for Wu Chen to truly understand the ultimate meaning of stopping elves.

Collect.

It's not just the protein that's been collected as egg drops. Evidence of survival was also collected. The bustling prison city and the crystallized blood can't hide the bloody sins and the prisoners like the walking dead. Perhaps, putting on the elves and then having a happy one, is to accumulate the courage to survive.

The water temperature is just right, warm but not ironed.

Wu Chen dived under the water and felt the gentle wrapping of the water. After becoming a demigod, his five senses were greatly strengthened. Especially the sound. He could clearly hear the ultrasound and infrasound that humans could not hear. Even if he wants to, he can hear his heart.

Sinking himself to the bottom of the pool, using the density of the water to close his ears, and obtaining a kind of purity similar to his soul, is definitely a rare enjoyment for Wu Chen, who is in the prison city.

Until the emerald bath ripples.

Without opening her eyes, the beauty aroma and wheezing have already revealed her identity.

The green silk is scattered around the waist, and the tips of the ink-like hair soak in the pool water, rippling around the beauty. The mist is like a translucent gauze dress, lightly wrapped around the carcass of the beauty, faintly revealing the smooth snow muscle and fruitful plumpness. Wu Chen may be unfamiliar with people for a moment, but he does not hesitate to this body that is ripe and overflowing with honey.

Before anyone approached, the name had blurted out: "Yin Ji? ”

"Husband?" Sure enough, it's a jellyfish Yin Ji.

Needless to say, the two fiery bodies were quickly entangled.

It is worthy of being a thoughtful jellyfish, and knows best how to use it to inspire men.

However, she alone is obviously a drop in the bucket. A pinch of water in the pot, even if it is sprinkled with water, how can it extinguish the man's blazing firewood?

Waiting for Wu Chen to walk into the bedroom with the soft beautiful woman in his arms, one by one sitting or lying, the shirt was half-untied, and the jade. The beauty with a horizontal body, her eyes like water, are intertwined with his body, converging into a moving force. Warm, soft and stoic.

Beyond trust, trust, and faith. There is a heartfelt attachment and a thousand kinds of tenderness.

In the bedroom, there are not only the female companions of the Castle, but also the nocturnal dragon queen Lenor, the queen of the magic mirror, Ravenna, the black witch Muriel, and the white witch Janetis ...... Also coming.

They can't be let down in any way.

Wu Chen was desired. Before the flood of hope was submerged, so thought.

Nothing was said all night.

When I woke up the next day, I was refreshed, and even the chaos of time and space that followed me was poured out.

Refreshing!

I wanted to take advantage of the full blood bar to handle Murong Yanyan's affairs in a slippery way. I didn't want to, but I was stopped by Grandma Muji.

Facing Wu Chen's inquiring gaze, Grandma smiled coquettishly: "Anyone who does something big must be a good winner." The husband has just returned, physically and mentally exhausted, and it is not easy to work. The concubine and others have already made arrangements, and they must let the husband and the horse succeed, and they will be invincible! Husband, don't be anxious......"

Wu Chen's heart was moved: "Who is it?" ”

"The sky can't be leaked, and you will see it at night......" Grandma sold it.

The so-called pleasing lottery, how can Wu Chen, who is well versed in this, not know! It's the same as pleasing a wife.

Well, feudal superstition is not shallow!

"Don't take it as an example." Wu Chen wiped his mouth and glared at his eyes again: "This wind can't last!" ”

"The concubine remembers the teachings of the husband." made a full set of plays, and gave a gift package, and Mu Ji's grandmother bowed down. When I looked up again, I was already smiling. (To be continued.) )