These days, there are too many people who use their skill names to fool people. According to Liu Renjun's information channels, he knows that there are no less than 80 evolvers who master "soul stripping" in Mingguang Base City alone.
One of them impressed him very deeply. It is said that his "soul peeling" skill can peel out the smell of stinky mandarin fish and add it to the stinky tofu, or vice versa - Liu Renjun ate more at his stall at that time. He bought forty pieces of stinky tofu, which was the most satisfying time he had ever disguised himself and sneaked into Mingguang Base City to observe the people's sentiments.
Well, it turns out that the experience of eating stinky tofu obviously cannot be applied to combat scenes...
Liu Renjun was in a panic now. He had obviously tried his best to complete the almost perfect soul container, but he also trapped dozens of his ancestors and threw them away like garbage!
What now?
Now that we have the container, the soul of a pure and flawless little cabbage has been chewed by a pig again...
pain.
Uncomfortable.
This is simply the breaking point of life!
There is a saying that pain is the best nutrient for a man's growth - it is reasonable for Liu Renjun to think that he needs some industrial-grade seedling chlormequat now.
This feeling is almost the same as the circumcision surgery before the cataclysm. Not all men need pain to grow, and not all men need circumcision.
I! Liu Renjun! What a fate!
Liu Renjun stared at the two of them long enough for the warlock to prepare the dumpling fillings and the snow dumpling boss to swallow the meat in his mouth.
The boss of Snow Dumpling gave a very pertinent comment.
"The taste of meat is not worth mentioning, Ying. Fortunately, I am very hungry."
The warlock uncle curled his lips,
"The taste is really tricky, I'd better adjust it and try it again~"
A certain elder sister who was thinking about the enhanced and remastered version of Liu Renjun’s inflatable doll finally couldn’t contain her anger:
"First come, first served, sister... uh... Boss, you look like a woman after all... You are full... As for me... I am over forty years old and I don't even have a man. Is it easy for me? I..."
Mr. Xue Tuanzi looked at the Warlock. The large, rhombus-shaped gem on the crystal crown dazzled the Warlock's eyes.
(Probably... I should be able to sell it for a lot of money if I cut it out...)
The warlock hesitated.
"Just before you came, I promised to leave the skin to others."
The boss of Xue Tuanzi tilted his head.
"Ying? I've tasted it, and the skin is not as delicious as the meat."
"..."
It's really hard for Warlock to give a reasonable explanation.
So he said laboriously,
"Well, one taste per person?"
The snowman nodded and remained silent. It seemed that he was weighing how much meat would be left after peeling off Liu Renjun's skin.
The lesbian standing far away finally felt relieved, just think about it, just think about it...
"Eh?" The warlock looked at Liu Renjun happily, "Why didn't I expect that it would definitely grow back?"
Liu Renjun was horrified. Sure enough, he discovered that the palm-shaped hole in his back and the large hole in his belly had been repaired, and even the smashed teeth had been neatly repaired.
Liu Renjun was a bachelor and had no intention of escaping.
After being targeted by two big guys of this level and completely restrained in strength, the only thing he could do was to put on a straight face and pretend.
"Ying?"
The expressions of the snowman and the warlock are like those cute ones you saw in some old movie played in the alley. They can walk, run, and sing. The most important thing is that every time a piece of meat is eaten, it will immediately grow back and never be finished. Like a delicious, fragrant, and hot roasted suckling pig - is God opening his eyes? ?
Snowman calmly analyzed,
"The difference between the various indicators of the new area and the surrounding tissue is about 1.2 percentage points. At the current speed, it will take one minute and 40 seconds to completely repair."
The warlock nodded,
"It's already very fast. I just took out one kilogram and six taels, and you took out three kilograms. It takes three minutes to restore the five kilograms of meat to the original. Considering the material quality of the alienated and re-alienated blood corpse, this number is already quite conspicuous. .”
The snowman said,
"What if we accelerate the original supply?"
The warlock swallowed his saliva and said bitterly,
"It's very troublesome to gather free sources. If you use standard source crystals... I... uh..."
In one word, poor!
Two words, very poor!
Three words, I can’t afford it!
With the brainpower of a warlock, it is easy to calculate that if standard source crystals are used for breeding, Liu Renjun will probably die of poverty on the way before he is released.
At this moment, the Warlock Master had a lot on his mind.
Liu Renjun is not a very good guy, but the flesh on his body is real. Not only does he like it, but even the snowman likes it very much.
Well...
If Snowman likes it, is it possible that Sikong, who loves novel flavors, might also like it?
After all, Liu Renjun is not a pure-blooded corpse. He is at most a fruit grown on a tree. It shouldn’t be that stressful for a certain Sikong to eat it, right?
If the shining golden Sikong is also brought in, let alone a Liu Renjun, even if we engage in large-scale breeding, there seems to be no problem of a broken capital chain?
Unexpectedly, the snowman suddenly made a sound,
"I do! I have a lot of source crystals!"
"oh??"
The snowman points in a certain direction,
"Lushan, my source crystal is in Lushan."
The warlock's eyes glowed golden.
The two finally completed the rational distribution, and Liu Renjun, who was almost dried out, said,
"I--"
No one could hear what was said after that, because the warlock just flicked his sleeves and put the thing in.
The warlock snorted, particularly disdainfully.
Without the support of a big tree that coerces the security systems of the two worlds, a character like Liu Renjun would not be able to make waves no matter how high his combat power is in the hands of a warlock - The Universe in His Sleeves is an absolutely bug-level skill.
"Oh~"
"Is this the end?"
"As soon as the boss reaches out his hand, he will know if there is one."
The old warlock pointed at the tree.
"This tree is left to you to deal with. Liu Renjun has no connection with it anymore."
He was telling the garrison and the people involved in the dispute. As for how it would be resolved, the warlock didn't care and didn't know.
The only thing the warlock wanted to know now was how the snowman destroyed the connection between Liu Renjun and the tree of life, so he asked cautiously.
The snowman looked up at his crystal clear face,
"A small ability, a small skill that all women want."
"?"
"Discounts, discounts in every sense of the word, forced passivity."
“ヾ(｡ꏿ﹏ꏿ)ﾉﾞ”
The warlock thought carefully for a while, and suddenly felt extremely envious.
"No wonder the Gao family only left so little money and let Linzi support you for so long..."
The warlock uncle has to save up for a long time to eat a meal!
The snowman hummed.
"But this has nothing to do with Liu Renjun directly..."
"Stupid, it's a polyphonic word. You can't discount it, of course when another sound is used!"
