After Medi asks Shenlong to twist a Hu Butterfly knot to show him, the scene becomes quiet, and although he can't speak Namek's language, the succubus can understand any language due to the Emperor's posture.

So Chris was nervous and questioned that he had a big problem with his ears......

Your sister's Hu Die Knot!

The girl broke down and rushed forward and grabbed Maedi's hand.

"Uncle, I'll call you Uncle on my knees! No matter how rash you are, there must be a limit!

Medi looked at Christine with disdain and said, "I also want to make a hope for a higher degree of difficulty, do you see that the fat upper body of Polenga can be used to tie Chinese knots?"

Chris looked confused, she really couldn't figure out what Medi was thinking.

"People from another world, I can't fulfill this hope. ”

Polenga was silent for a moment and then rejected Medi's hope: "My form was created by the Great Elder, and if you want me to put on the posture of a Hu Butterfly Knot, it must be necessary for the Great Elder to take off his hand and change my shape again." ”

Medi lowered her head in disappointment, and began to think about what kind of pose Polanger's body could pose.

"Frieza is crying, Mr. Medi!"

Chris gasped for breath, although the timing of the promise was not her own, seeing that Medi did not care about the precious promise time, she couldn't help but feel sad, how good would it be if she could make her own promise?

"Do you want to promise? Why don't you say what you want, how do you not say how I know you want it? ”

Medi waved her hand to indicate that Chris was moving forward, but Crisin woke up suddenly, and kept backing and saying that he didn't dare, and his horror at George made the succubus instinctively think that this was a fumbling for himself, so Medi could only continue to think about what knot she wanted to make Polenga knot.

"Isn't it possible for you to hope for a little more normal, a man?"

Chris is planning to give hope before this newcomer with a big brain comes up with eighteen postures.

"Did the man order it?"

Medi touched her chin, then clapped her palm and said to Polenga, "Let the Dragon Ball look good Violet, Boomer, Ranki, Number 18, Califella, Dance ......"

Seeing Medi reciting the names of the Dragon Ball Girls, Chris breathed a sigh of relief, although it was a little low, but at least it was better than letting Polenga swing the butterfly knot.

"Ribrian, Bardos, Bideri and other beautiful women's foot figurines give me one, by the way, I want the kind of luxury limited edition, I don't want the cheap one. ”

Chris looked like he was about to fail.

What drove her even more mad was that in the sky, Polenga once again rejected Medi's hopes in a low, hoarse voice.

"Many of the names you mentioned are not from origin, and they are probably not the characters of the Seventh Heaven and Earth, and I can't embody their images, or ...... Shall I show you a Hu Die knot?"

Is the world too rampant and I'm too fresh?

The succubus fell into deep doubt, and the wisdom value fell down with a bang.

"Really, aren't you a dragon?"

Medi looked at the Polenga who had rejected her hopes twice: "Forget it, give me a promise machine, I'll see Aladdin's magic lamp is good, and when I want to see the Hu Die Knot, I will ask the lamp god to bring me seven dragon balls." ”

"Sorry......"

"What? What about the Holy Grail? Nor is it possible to fool me with the Bai Chau family? Then bring me a few peace stars, and if it's no more, it's not bad to bring me a seven-colored flower...... I'll go, are you really a dragon? This can't be?"

Medi helplessly looked at the dragon who rejected her hopes again and again, and sure enough, everything was coaxing.

"Well, give me the ability to produce Dragon Balls myself, and I'll talk about Dragon Balls from the New Territories. ”

Polenga was silent for a moment and then said a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, only the most advanced Namek, about the dragon god can produce dragon balls, if you want to produce dragon balls, you must first become a Namek, and you must also have valuable materials to produce dragon balls, so this hope ......"

"Then let me have the ability of the most advanced Namek people, it sounds like it's just ability not bloodline, and the Namek people are too individual, which doesn't fit my aesthetics. ”

Medi interrupted Polenga to correct her second hope.

"I hope I can do this!"

Polenga said quickly, and then the dragon's eyes shot two rays of light on Medi's body, and his body floated in the light, and he felt that there was an inexplicable energy that was revolutionizing his genes, and then he forced a lot of knowledge into his brain.

After the light stopped, Medi stood on the ground a little staggeringly, and he used a hopeful moment to exchange a variety of abilities with the Polenga for the Namek, such as the ability to send 'qi' when he spawns, there are ...... Spit eggs?

Of course, due to his stubbornness in preserving his human body, these abilities were weakened at various levels and slept in his body, so it seemed that he still did not have any drastic changes.

Then there is the third hope.

Just as Medi pondered what her third wish would be, Polenga violated for the first time the demarcation that the dragon must not disturb the will of the promiser.

"People from another world, I know all the things that are happening on this planet, including the fact that you hid beside Frieza and counted him together, you denied Frieza's immortal life, the eternal throne, the hope of loyal companions, and you know that while denying him, you are also denying yourself.

The reason for those promise items is that you don't have the facilities to confirm what you want right now, in short, you don't have any hope of completing it now, so give up the third hope to the rest of the people. ”

Medi looked at Polenga inexplicably and said, "I hope I have, and the third hope is that you can put a sailor's knot for me to see." ”

Polenga: "......"

Chrisin: "......"

If it weren't for the dragon's coercive limitations, Bolunga would have had a sentence in his heart that he wanted to say loudly, and now he could only say exhaustedly: "It's impossible to change hope." ”

"Then give me another superpower, the strength to turn items into gold. ”

Polenga really couldn't believe his ears, the difficult promiser really said such an easy hope, I am afraid that the repentant dragon of the promiser hastened to give this ability to Medi, and then turned into a ray of light and disappeared without a trace, and Namek once again regained its position in the clear sky.

Maddy, on the other hand, shook off the feather fan with both hands, looked at the sky lazily, and said to Chrisin: "After returning to the land of the magician, my supermarket will no longer have to worry about erosion, I can buy whatever I want, anyway, I can't be hungry." ”

In his hand, the shaft of the feather fan was dulled and covered with a layer of gold.

"Now I believe your statement that you are in your seventies. ”

Chris looked at this man who had just killed the emperor of heaven and earth with sentimentality, and then was thinking about the next day's firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and gave the word from the bottom of his heart, this person who can afford to let go of the Bai Sue family, she is really ashamed of herself.

The Namek's multiple abilities and alchemy, that's what Medi promised.

Polenga is right, he has no hope that must be completed now, immortal life, eternal throne, the power of the gods, and even the beauty of the three thousand harems, in his opinion, which has reached a high level of life, it is all a joke, it is better to watch Polenga play a butterfly knot for fun.

So he asked for the ability and knowledge to produce dragon balls, just in case he had any need to complete his hopes, he could manually rub seven dragon balls out.

The third hope is that it is easy to point the gold hand, and soon he will return to the land of the magician, and when the time comes, he will have to work hard for the sake of peace, so the third hope is to ask for property that can be arranged at will, so that he will retire early and enjoy his twilight years.

"Do you really think you'll be able to go back to that old life?"

Chrisin, who figured out what Medi was thinking, shook his head and said: "Whether you want to admit it or not, we who can be selected by the system are all emperors of heaven and members of hell, and in the future heaven is our enemy, the gods are our nightmares, and the crusade of the brave is usual, hope and magic are with us, blood and hatred cast our thrones, and ordinary life? ”

Medi yawned, ambiguous about Christine's words.

My heart is at home, and Chrisin's heart has long been messed up by the Emperor's game, how can I be about to settle down.

"By the way, although I don't really understand things like material transformation, there's no doubt that alchemy, as a supernatural ability, has to spend energy, right?"

Chris quickly let go of his extravagant hopes, and before the system came to pick him up, he asked Medicchi, "Why don't you just ask for an inexhaustible property?"

"An inexhaustible possession is itself a denial of 'possessions', for example, gold, if I possess the gold of a whole planet, do you believe that all of a sudden gold becomes worthless?"

Medi looked at the brainless succubus with disdain: "This kind of thing has been taught in elementary school textbooks, right?"

Just when Chris was embarrassed, a dark crack cracked open in front of the eyes of the two of them, and the dark light shone in the gap, giving people the feeling of a hell passage.

"This is the waypoint to get home, and once you're in the 21st century world, you'll be back to the land of the Sorcerer. ”

Chris stepped forward and walked towards the rift.

"The final of the Emperor game is over, we can go back and rest for a while, I will find you in hell when I have time, and when we can meet again, I will no longer be the Marquis Christine, but the Earl, my performance is too poor to be relegated, so I will go first." ”

Media looked at Chris a little speechless, and wondered if she was acting so horrible.

Sure enough, controlling others with horror or something, it's not in line with your own personality, go home early, wash away the intrigues and tricks of your body, and return to Luli usually.

One last glance at Namek, Medi pinned the persuader to her waist, put on her backpack, and rode on her motorcycle, just like she had boarded the journey when she first came to Namek, and drove off with a sharp start.

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After passing through the rift, he found that instead of returning to his wooden house as he had imagined, he found it in a strange place.

The dark red wasted earth, the sky as if a hole had been broken, and the dead silence made him frown and look around, hesitating where to go.

"Hello, candidate for the Emperor of Heaven. ”

Just as Medi was looking ahead and backwards, a cane suddenly floated in front of him.

The scepter is carved like a tangled tree root, with the image of two snakes competing for the top red orb, which gives people a terrible feeling at a glance.

"You're what Crisin calls the system?"

Medi guessed as she looked back at the few words Crisin had told her.

"To be precise, it is the scepter that contains the wisdom of the heavens. ”

The crutch replied to Medi in a low, hoarse male voice, "Since the candidates thought the name was too long, they changed it to the name System." ”

"Oh, I know the staff of wisdom, don't I?"

Looking at the crutches in front of her, Medi instinctively felt that a big annoyance was about to fall on her head, no matter how arbitrary the entry of this scepter in front of her was, she couldn't change her identity, the master of hell, the organizer of the Emperor's game, and the existence that made Chris shudder when he talked about it.

"The Scepter of Wisdom, is it an abbreviation of the Scepter of the Heavens? ”

The staff seemed to be very freehand about the new name, and after seeing the impatience on Medy's face, he simply flew up and circled around Medy.

"It's really fresh to mention you, our Emperor usually has so much energy to reason with others, and your slippery head looks more like the people around us, those vulgar, lying monsters, and flowing like the original evil mud. ”

"Whether it's a monster or the Emperor of Heaven, is there anything you want to do with me?"

At Medi's urging, the wisdom staff floated in front of Medi's eyes in a solemn voice.

"Emperor Candidate Medi, in view of your most outstanding performance to date in the final stage of the Emperor Game, my Staff of Celestial Dexterity is determined to once again radiate the gift of your position, and from now on, your position will be promoted from a candidate to the prestigious Grand Duke of the Emperor, and this Death Star is the domain I have bestowed upon you. ”

Medi's eyes widened, looking at the staff in disbelief, and she deeply questioned whether it was really retarded.

"Wait, I don't seem to have done anything for your hell, and as soon as I come up, give me a planet as a fief? ”

The wisdom staff was also on fire, and it said to Medi angrily: "This is the game code set by the Demon King! I don't want to give the vast hell fiefdom to others like this, the demon king is so mentally retarded, what facilities do I have, I can only go to explore the new demon king, and this is the meaning of your position as the Grand Duke of the Heavenly Emperor, now sacrifice your soul and your life for hell, and work hard for the new demon king!"

"Wait a minute!"

Medi was about to argue against this position with a huge pit, but instead of answering him, the staff simply summoned a wooden door and opened it, and the wooden door also opened in a moment and released countless dark black hands to grab Medi and drag him inside.

Once again, the dead planet has regained its quiet.