Luo Yi rubbed his nose and stood up, and began to think about where he provoked the author, but now he doesn't know why he is less (or more?) one-third of his IQ has taken all his IQ away, and now I am afraid that he is a magical existence that can be tricked home by a lollipop from an unlicensed mobile vendor on the roadside to be a Kanban girl, which is not much better than (9). Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Who told this bastard to insist on embodying that thing in this situation, if it weren't for that thing, he used his entire IQ (didn't he say a third?) to study the patterns on that thing, how could he be stupid like this?

To tell the truth, if the safe and unscrupulous onlookers knew what Luo Yi planned to manifest in this world, I am afraid that there would be many more people crying and shouting to go home, but it is a pity that the author is a bad taste, this sentence does not count, this world has been closed to the country - this is not quite right, because this world is not a unilateral refusal to link with the void, but the void and the world ignore each other at the same time - want to go out, no door, not even a wall, so it is impossible to even smash a window to get out.

There are some conceptual issues involved in this, and the author can't explain it clearly, so please don't care about why you don't just walk out when there is no wall.

In the same way, it is impossible to enter this world from the void, the banquet is about to begin, and the arrival of guests is no longer welcome, so this world as a banquet venue has been erased from the void, unless it is an existence that can beat a certain existence called Luo Huang, there is absolutely no way to find the coordinates of this world, because there is no longer anything that can be understood as coordinates.

The banquet is about to kick off, but I don't know if the actors are ready, as the theme of this banquet, watching a grand revue is a matter that has been decided from the beginning.

It's just not clear whether this grand revue is a tragedy or a comedy.

Perhaps, there is no maybe.

After all, joy and sorrow are meaningless. The void allows only the true, but it does not exclude the false.

All in all, that's what the author hasn't thought about yet.

Well, you should really ask for opinions or suggestions in the book review area, that's right, let's just make up the number of words in the open, what's wrong? Dissatisfied? Dissatisfied, find a place to lie on your stomach and go to Gaia!

Because his IQ was in arrears and he couldn't reach his heels, Luo Yi decided to find a place to shelter from the rain after rubbing his nose for a while, but where to go to shelter from the rain?

After thinking for less than 0.2 thousandths of a second, Luo Yi decided to take shelter from the rain somewhere in his memory.

Close your eyes, change your concept, your understanding of the world is very different from before, find a familiar coordinate in the world, although it is a little wrong to think about it, but Luo Yi still controls the power of space and teleports himself over.

When he opened his eyes, Luo Yi saw a terrifying face—if that could really be understood as a face.

It was the outline of an incomparably large face, with no eyeballs visible in the deep sockets, a mouth slightly open, and an impression of endless emptiness inside, and something that was probably a nose or something up.

This thing just looks at it and makes people feel like they are parting from life and death, if they run to the earth, I'm afraid that Darwin's grandfather's coffin board can't suppress this thing, only use the legendary low-temperature H that only grows on the Tianshan Mountain? O can make this kind of dust return to dust.

Luo Yi was stunned for a moment because of the face that suddenly appeared in front of him, and then slapped the face in front of him into pieces with a casual slap, of course, his hand never touched this thing.

After all, there is a habit of cleanliness.

"The aesthetics of this group of undead artists are really getting stranger and stranger!" Luo Yi shook his head and sighed, telling the truth about the thing just now.

There are also artists among the undead, don't underestimate this undead, even if they are people, they are really idle, they can also make up some things that ordinary people can't understand, I'm afraid there is no second person in the world who can understand something, so that those rich people who don't know how to pretend to understand can buy back the so-called artwork that pretends to be something.

What's more, these undead creatures who no longer have the basic functions of eating, drinking, lazing, and sleeping, and even don't have much affection, they are all dead, and most of the high-level undead have war phobia, because if you want to become a high-level undead, unless you are strong enough in front of you (at least level seven, because the undead are in the soul), you can only gradually become war-disgusted from the low-level undead (the soul is chaotic and even has no real soul) in one killing and war after another, learn to think, and think about how to survive every war。

And then without knowing this, these low-level undead will become high-level intelligent undead, and then they will begin to hate war, and even fear war.

Ma Dan, it's interesting to look at a pile of corpses every day! You don't want to stay in a pile of mosaics with normal aesthetics, even if you don't have a sense of smell or smell, even if you don't have eyes to see clearly, but the perception of the soul is extremely sensitive, no one remembers living in a pile of heads, and no one wants to live in a garbage heap, right?

So from here it can be concluded that the artists of the undead are all perverts (where did they get it?).

Because he had lived here for more than a year, Luo Yi deeply knew how boring and aesthetically strange the bones of those boring people who couldn't even hurt an egg were and how weird their aesthetics were.

After pruning some of the endemic plants that live here to make people look scared and sad, Luo Yi even wondered if the group of artists would wake up in the middle of the night and see their artwork and be scared into being the second fool in the next village.

However, no matter what, this can't hide the truth that Luo Yi was frightened for a moment.

Now he was holding his heart and panting.

Luo Yi didn't teleport directly into the house, he appeared in a clearing, a little unpredictable, standing here felt very infiltrating.

Luo Yi looked at the illegal building known as a work of art that was killed by himself and only left his body, which was obviously a plant but had to pretend to be a monster.

It was a six-meter-tall monster, and that was the same height it was when it was lying on the ground. The monster had a row of pointed, cyan claws, at least four pairs.

At the front, there is a pair of huge chelicerae like two huge scissors, and it looks like it can cut a delicious loli in half with just one stroke.

There is no flesh on this monster's body, all of it is only a cyan skeleton, and I don't know when the head was added to it was lost by Luo Yi at once, it looks like an undead, but this is indeed an out-and-out plant.

Madan, is this really a plant?