Could it be … that she's finally going to make a move on me?
So, my sense of crisis is secretly reminding me and making me vigilant?
Fatball stared at Baishen, who was slowly approaching.
Once upon a time, this little bug that she could casually crush hundreds of times had now grown into an important existence that dominated her fate.
If there was a medicine for regret in this world, if time could be turned back … she must stay away from this little bug and not have any entanglement with it. Or, she could pinch this annoying bug from the beginning and crush it until it couldn't resurrect.
Either kill it or stay away completely.
Unfortunately, there was no such thing as a medicine for regret in this world. Unless she could transcend the Heavenly Dao, or at least transcend the realm of half-step.
Baishen also saw the awakened Fatball.
"Eh? The autistic Fatball is awake? "Baishen was slightly taken aback.
Then … should he go up and have a chat with her?
He did have some things that he wanted to ask Fatball. For example, he got the news from Ms. Longluo that the Black Dragon World's eighth Immortal was also a ball, as well as the possible origins of Fatball, and so on.
Maybe he could get more information from talking to Fatball.
This kind of top-notch information, regardless of whether it could be used or not, should be collected first. It might come in handy in the future. Information was also a very rich asset.
"Fatball, you're awake." Baishen came to the side of the seal and said, "I just wanted to talk to you …"
"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!" Fatball replied in a cold, metallic voice.
Tyrant on the side: "…"
Baishen: "No, listen to me first, I want to …"
"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen." Fatball interrupted again.
"It's something related to you," Baishen said loudly.
"I don't want to listen to your explanation. I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen." After saying that, Fatball went into autistic mode again.
Baishen: "…"
What era are you from? Are you the female lead of a love drama?
After Fatball entered 'autistic mode' again, she continued to work hard on the plan to break the Heavenly Dao Seal.
Sealing was something that the fat ball boss was very good at.
Its sealing technique could theoretically seal White Two for thousands of years.
As long as the seal on the Heaven's Will was broken, it would be able to borrow the authority of the ruler of the Netherworld to escape into its hidden laboratory … At that time, even if it had to abandon most of its body, it would be fine as long as it could preserve a part of its liquid metal body.
As a ball of liquid metal, this was its special way of survival.
As long as she could survive, Fatball wouldn't mind even if she had to drag out her life.
Its desire to live was stronger than anyone else's.
Just as Fatball was about to delve deeper into the Heavenly Dao Seal … it was suddenly forced out of the 'autistic mode'.
Fatball: "???"
Killing Bai Youyou Qian Dao, what was going on?
Why was it being ejected again?
As soon as Fatball opened its eyes, it saw Baishen's disgusting face again — this was Ba Song's Good Corpse clone, which had its own power of virtue and was twice as disgusting as the main body.
However, this time, Fatball could sense that it was not Ba Song's Good Corpse that kept ejecting it from the 'autistic mode', but … something in the Good Corpse's hand!
"What is this?" An eye condensed on Fatball's sphere and stared at Baishen's palm. There were obvious emotional fluctuations in its voice.
"What?" Baishen also followed Fatball's gaze and looked at his palm in confusion.
Then, he saw a small round thing attached to his palm.
When he looked at this little thing, it turned around and revealed a cute eye that blinked at Baishen.
Its eyes were super cute.
"Oh my god!!" Baishen let out a long cry.
On the side, Ba * * rubbed his temples … this time, he really felt that Baishen's incarnation and Ba * * *'s incarnation weren't very smart.
They were both Three Corpses incarnations, but why did he feel that this guy was a little silly and cute?
"Why did you follow me out, Magic Tool Boss!" Baishen raised his palm and asked.
Moreover, this three-eyed young senior's companion magic tool was very powerful. When it was in his palm, he didn't notice anything strange at all!
The three-eyed companion magic tool continued to blink at Baishen, but it didn't reply.
"Boss, say something. If you only blink, I won't know what you mean. I'm not the main body, so I don't have the talent to read non-human languages. "Baishen sighed.
He was sure that the three-eyed young senior's companion magic tool definitely had its own consciousness, and it definitely had a spirit.
This was a magic tool that had survived since the Second Wielder of the Will Era. Even if it was ground down, it would definitely have a spirit.
A clear smile appeared in the Companion Dharma Artifact's eyes.
Then, it uttered a few syllables — it really had a spirit.
However, after hearing these syllables, Baishen completely despaired.
This was a primordial language, but it was a local dialect from the primordial era.
Who could understand it in this era?!
The artifact spirit continued to blink its eyes with a smile.
"Sigh." Baishen sighed. "I'll contact three-eyed senior and send you back."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the fat ball boss in the seal.
At this time, Fatball's condensed eye was staring at the companion magic tool in Song Shuhang's hand.
When Baishen turned his hand to the left, Fatball's eye turned to the left as well. When Baishen turned to the right, Fatball's eye turned to the right as well.
"Ba Song, what's that in your hand?" Fatball asked again.
Baishen thought for a while and suddenly covered his ears. "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it ~"
Tyrant at the side: "…"
MDZZZ！
So embarrassing!
As one of the Three Corpses, he felt so ashamed.
Thus, Tyrant silently activated his cultivation technique to the extreme and quietly erased his presence. He became transparent and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Only at this moment did Tyrant realize the beauty of the "Forgotten Divine Technique".
"Let's have a good chat, Ba Song." Fatball was very tired.
"No, I don't." Baishen shook his head forcefully.
"If you don't want to hear it, scram!" Fatball roared in its heart.
However, in reality, it still had to put on a smiling face. "You have questions to ask me, and I have questions to ask you. We can really have a good chat."
Baishen smiled. "You ask me a question, and after I answer it, I'll ask you a question, and so on."
"Deal," Fatball said tiredly.
"First, I'll answer you. This is the companion magic tool of the first ruler of Tartarus, the three-eyed senior," Baishen answered while holding the companion magic tool.
The fat ball furrowed its brows.
The companion magic tool of the first ruler of Tartarus?
If so, why did it feel like it was connected to the artifact by flesh and blood?
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