Tang Chuan saw that he didn’t mean anything, and it seemed that he knew this one, so he put the code of the Lord God behind him.
Staring at some fallen humanoid creatures also said, "You look familiar, too."
The frame-fallen figure tried, "Where are you from?"
Tang Chuan didn’t talk to him with a swish, and he was so scared that his figure staggered!
"Sneak (this is a disaster)!"
"What? ！”
Frame-dropping figures gather together and feel carefully. Finally, Tang Chuan constantly tries to show his breath and captures the attributes of the Lord God.
Frame-fallen figure slightly saluted with a look of surprise. "True or false, my earth … is also out of the Lord God? ! Glory the lintel and celebrate the whole world!
Disaster boss, why didn’t you communicate with me when you chose your avatar? At least I’m from the earth, so I can give you a lot of advice! "
Tang Chuan said strangely, "You … have a familiar pronunciation, a little like Chinese."
Frame figure surprised way "isn’t this? My pronunciation is very accurate. Now that star speaks Mandarin, I remember that many years ago, I tricked aliens into saying that Chinese is the official language of the Galactic Federation. If they don’t join the Galactic Federation, they will be forced to demolish it because of the obstruction of the construction of the cosmic highway. Now the Galactic Federation is estimated to have become a cosmic Federation …
But you, Trump, don’t look like Sichuan dialect … Wait, you’re not from the earth? "
Tang Chuan frowned and said, "Blue Star, I’m from Blue Star."
Frame-fallen figure seems a little disappointed and sighed deeply. "Alas! I see. Is it an extremely similar semi-parallel universe … Then how did you come here? "
Tang Chuan explained, "I’m just passing by. My busy body is very weak. I’m trying and analyzing something outside the universe. It’s not necessary to connect temporarily."
The frame-fallen figure said, "Well, I told you, it’s so clear that I suddenly slept well and dreamed of the breath of the Lord God."
Tang Chuan asked, "Is this your dream?"
The framed figure said, "Yes, it’s the last corner of my dream."
Tang Chuan wondered, "Even in the last corner, why are there so many loopholes? What rank are you?"
Frame-fallen figure laughed, "I don’t know much about rules. The corner of subconscious dreams is naturally not as perfect as those gods …
Didn’t some boss in the main temple crown me some time ago? You should have discussed the median god. I am the fastest advanced median god except the intervention of the Lord God …
Actually, I think I should be rated as a god, and it’s not that I haven’t fought with them. Although I didn’t win, I didn’t lose. Do you want to consider it? "
Chapter 127 Not me
At present, this statue of human-shaped gods has plunged Tang Chuan into a deep mess and some doubts about his cognition
After all, his knowledge of gods also comes from the memory of the Lord God Gerry, and these memories cannot be adjusted by himself.
At present, this person says that his rules are weak, and the corner of his dream is relatively rough.
And listening to his tone doesn’t seem to think that there is anything wrong with it is very normal.
This is not normal for orderly rules to capture perfect gods, and it will not make such a dream with so many mistakes.
However, he also called himself a middle god who was crowned by the main temple some time ago.
The most ridiculous thing is that he said he had a fight with a god and didn’t win or lose.
This …
A state of gods spanning three levels is almost a big dimension.
true and false
How did you do it?
"Sneaky (I said he said a fighter would fight)!"
With a swish disdain.
The frame-fallen figure gradually became clear. He smiled at the back of his head and said, "It seems that the gods have misunderstood me deeply. I am usually very elegant and easy-going, but sometimes I don’t want to hit them, they force me to hit them!"
Tang Chuan looked at it and gradually became clear, but he could still see that it was a handsome young man with dark hair. "I’m the God of Disaster. I’m trying to remember what you really are. What can connect the three gods? Since even dreams are incomplete, what can be crowned as a middle god?"
The handsome gods explained, "There is really no such dish, because this piece of Utopia appeared weakly once in my dream, which is not the main scene, and there are some loopholes."
Besides, my subconscious absolute utopia is not, even if it is written by gods, so it still is not pure utopia.
That’s what happens. Real and false are mixed …
In my godhead, what is a median god …
Well, it’s a philosophical question. I’ll see how to explain it. "
He seems to have really thought about it, and finally he suppressed two words, "Can you explain it like this?"
Tang Chuan wondered, "Can you fight?"
Frame-dropping gods nodded with certainty, "I just can fight."
Tang Chuan asked, "Can you fight alone?"