The ball of the Heavenly Dao Remains Molting did not kill Zither Master Feng Yi and the others …
Its simple way of thinking was now firmly locked onto Song Shuhang. For the current it, Song Shuhang was the one and only fragrant cake in the world.
Nothing in the world would be able to attract its attention unless it killed Song Shuhang, who was truly sweet and fragrant.
Even if Zither Master Feng Yi and the others were stuck in the 'time stop' state and it could poke them to death with just a finger, it did not care.
To the main world? After the spatial gate on Earth opened, the ball of the Heavenly Dao Remains Molting jumped into the main world without hesitation.
Its big hand was still holding the black substance and the sneaker that had been taken out of the body of the demonic mist.
The ball of the Heavenly Dao Remains Molting jumped away, and the spatial gate disappeared.
Zither Master Feng Yi's claw, the bald Tribulation Transcender, and the others began to regain consciousness.
"I'm still alive?" The bald Tribulation Transcender touched his body — not only was he still alive, but there was also no injury on his body!
How could that be? Just now, the ball of liquid metal had used a 'time-type' magical technique to freeze all of them in place. In the time stop state, they were like fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
But how could the ball of liquid metal let them go?
"A spatial channel!" Zither Master Feng Yi's claw stared at the place where the ball of liquid metal disappeared.
It was gone, the spatial channel had disappeared … She had not been able to seize the opportunity to leave.
"Ah ~" At this time, the demonic mist finally regained consciousness.
The moment its body recovered, it let out a scream.
Its hands were tightly covering its waist and abdomen.
There was a big hole there that could not be filled. Even its body that imitated the 'eternal mist' could not repair this hole.
It had lost something important.
The bald Tribulation Transcender asked, "Are you okay?"
The only one that was injured was the demonic mist.
The female Xuansheng asked, "Do you need a healing technique?"
The demonic mist waved its hand in pain — its physique was very special, and the healing techniques of ordinary cultivators had no effect on it. After losing the 'black substance', its body began to shrink.
Zither Master Feng Yi asked, "That ball just now, what did it take out of your body?"
The body of the evil fog devil had shrunk by more than half. It said painfully, "That's the most important part of my body, my core. Without it, I wouldn't even be able to survive in this world for a long time. "
The bald Tribulation Transcender wondered, "Why did that 'ball' take away your core?"
"I don't know." The evil spirit shook its head and asked, "Where did the ball go in the end?"
Fengyi Zither Master's claw: "Appear."
"Perhaps, it wants to borrow my core to head to the modern world," said the mist evil spirit as it clenched its teeth.
Its core was very special, carrying its memories. Moreover, the core had characteristics similar to a pseudo-undying bone. It could allow some special existences to move around in the Modern World for a short period of time.
However … it was not that easy to use its' core '. Even if the other party took the core, it would still take some time for them to study and use the core's functions.
Hopefully, during this period of time, the Ruler would be able to sense the core and retrieve it.
This way, the Ruler would be able to obtain useful information.
* * * * *
The other side.
Jiangnan University.
After lunch, Qing Wu took advantage of going to the toilet to complete the handover with Song Shuhang's main body.
Song Shuhang thanked her, "You've worked hard, Qing Wu."
"You're welcome ~ Sage Monarch Ba Song. I also enjoyed it, "Qing Wu said with a smile. "However, next time, when Sage Monarch Ba Song is about to 'disappear', it's best if you can inform me so that I can be ready to take over at any time."
After the handover was completed, Song Shuhang and his three roommates returned to the dormitory.
At this time, the spiritual energy in the dormitory was richer than usual — Song Shuhang had already secretly activated the power of the mirage dragon illusion.
Next, he just had to wait for his friends to enter the game.
As usual, his three roommates either turned on their computers or flipped through books and magazines.
After turning on the computer, Gao Mou habitually logged in with his chat account.
Then, he opened a document, moved his wrist, and prepared to write.
On the bed opposite him, Song Shuhang also turned on his computer and logged in with the 'White Blade Swordsman' account.
Everything was ready …
After opening the document and writing for a while, Gao Mou suddenly had an idea.
He clicked on the settings of the chat software and looked at his' friend verification 'template.
In his ears, there seemed to be a gentle voice confiding in him.
It sounded like the voice of his girlfriend, Yayi.
For some reason, Gao Mou reached out and turned off the 'friend verification' function.
After turning off the verification, he began to work on his draft again.
Ten minutes later …
When Gao Mou finished a small part of the plot, someone added him as a friend in the chat software.
System Notification: [White Blade Swordsman (* * * * *) has requested to add you as a friend] Additional Message: Fate has brought us together.
"There are still people with such a lame nickname these days?" The corners of Gao Mou's mouth rose.
He moved his mouse and clicked on 'Reject'.
However, when the mouse pointer was on the 'Reject' option and was about to click on it, a dusty memory in his mind was stimulated.
The memory was very vague and fragmented.
There were only a few images that emerged in the memory.
He was being grabbed by a giant eagle and flying high into the sky … Below him was an ancient city wall. Yayi and a group of people with blurry faces were standing below the city wall. In the image, Yayi was crying loudly.
In the next image.
Song Shuhang dashed over from afar with a pitch-black longsword in his hand.
In the image, Song Shuhang had a ferocious expression on his face as he stepped on the law of gravity … He dashed up the ramrod straight wall.
The city wall was at least as tall as a ten-story building, but Song Shuhang madly rushed up without stopping.
Then, the longsword in Song Shuhang's hand burned with dazzling flames as he viciously slashed at the eagle.
Gao Mou let go of the mouse and rubbed his temples. "???"
At this moment, his mind was a mess.
What was going on with this memory?
If he said that this memory was' real, 'that would be too much of an exaggeration.
If he said that this memory was' fake, 'then what was up with that feeling of being there?
'Could it be that I've been so engrossed in my writing that I can't tell the difference between reality and illusion?
'I'm going to go berserk.'
'But …'
The setting of 'My roommate is a martial arts expert' seemed very interesting.
'Not bad, not bad. I'll record it down and write about it in my next book.'
As he thought about this, he looked at the ID of 'White Blade Swordsman' and suddenly felt that this nickname was quite cool.
So, Gao Mou changed his mind.
He moved his mouse and clicked on the 'Accept' option.
Right after he clicked on the 'Accept' option, another system notification popped up.
[White Blade Swordsman has invited you to join the group 'Jianghu Painting'. Do you accept?]
Gao Mou thought about it for a while and clicked on 'Accept' again.
Since he had already added him as a friend, he could accept adding him to a group.
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