Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

boom!

The dark hands of punishment are combined.

The portal of the little heaven was destroyed.

But Lin Hun's heart~ love is not good at all.

Monkey King arranged a backhand in front of him, but he couldn't stop it.

This made him feel very lost and powerless.

"I'm so weak."

The Shadow King Jia who dissipated from his body, Lin Hun looked melancholy.

"More power, I want to become stronger."

Absorbing the Five Elements Divine Dirty, Lin Hun's horror level has been raised from the lowest in Nightmare to Intermediate.

But at this level, he is still too weak to face a lot of horror.

The sleeping god.

The sealed monster.

The strange foreign god.

Deeply creepy.

These existences are hidden in the deep sea of ​​terror.

It did not appear for some reason.

But this does not mean that they will not appear.

The world is always shrouded in danger.

"Now I can only protect my things if I become stronger."

Looking at the scene of the remains everywhere, Lin Hun looked serious.

"To fight these guys, I can only go alone..."

Step forward.

The figure becomes empty.

Only a piece of depression is left in it.

what!

A moment after Lin Hun disappeared.

A piece of blood lighted up here.

Wu Jian's figure appeared in the position where he had just disappeared.

Feeling the divine power in the air corroding the skin, there are bursts of tingling pain.

His face became heavy.

"It's been so long and the remaining divine breath is still so strong, Lin Hun, where have you come?"

Stepping forward, Wu Jian walked among the ruins that looked like a blasting site.

He was observing the traces left by Lin Hun's battle to judge the power characteristics of Nightmare.

This will help him to advance in the future.

It also gave him an idea of ​​the monsters he will face in the future.

"Wow! Is this a copy of Dreamland? It's spectacular!"

The dream of shadow, in the dead city, on the tallest building.

Qu Qiaoqiao stood on the railing, arranging a pergola and looked at the huge city with amazement on his face.

"Dreamland can be as full of reality as reality. Is this the magic net demon?"

On the other side, Ji Suer's eyes flickered with countless data streams, trying to analyze the surrounding data.

But the result is that this place is reality, and there is no discordant place.

"Some are similar to diving into the game completely, but compared to the game, everything here is so real. The boss is the boss, and the methods are really powerful.

Han Xiao put on an eye full of futuristic technological style, and after observing the neighborhood for a while, he came to the conclusion that it was no different from Ji Su'er.

He sighed and sighed.

"How do you feel about this world?"

Sitting on a high-back chair, Lin Hun asked with his elbows on the armrests, his fists pressed against his face.

"The world is good, but the buildings in this world are too spicy. I don't know that it was designed by that layman. They suck."

Squatting on the railing, Qu Qiaoqiao folded his hands on his chest and frowned, vomiting.

She didn't notice the blue veins bulging out of Lin Hun's forehead at all.

"How do you feel? To be honest!"

Taking a deep breath, Lin Hun suppressed the rising anger in his heart and asked Ji Su'er and Han Xiao.

After he returned to Shengsheng Paradise, he immediately transferred the three strongest technicians from the project of building the city of souls.

In order to cope with the invasion of the foreign gods that will come next.

He wants to make his own copy of the dream into an iron bucket.

Although he could do this kind of thing himself.

But it's not very good.

After all, there is a specialization in surgery.

He is not a polyomnipotent either.

So he called all his professional staff over.

"The structure is loose, uneven and chaotic, disordered, rudimentary, and tattered. It is simply worthless here.

Han Xiao is also the most poisonous lord, he no longer hides his opinion when he sees Lin Hun playing really, devaluing this copy of the dreamland is worthless.

………For flowers…

Lin Hun was speechless after hearing what he said.

He is now a little doubtful whether the copy of the dream he made is really rubbish.

However, the players in the dream dungeon are all having fun.

My copy doesn't seem so bad, right.

He finally looked at Ji Su'er.

"Tell me your opinion.

"Well, there is no network, no protection program, no associated system, this copy is a three-no product."

The data flow of Ji Suer's eyes dissipated, and she raised her hand and tapped her chin, and said.

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After so long of analysis, although she didn't understand how the dream copy was produced.

But she found many loopholes in this copy.

To her, a scientist majoring in digital science, these loopholes are as dazzling as fireflies in the dark.

You can't do it without paying attention.

"Huh! Are there so many problems?"

Raising his hand and rubbing his eyebrows, Lin Hun felt a little lucky to have found the three of them.

"Then I will give you part of the construction authority of this copy, and your task is to build this copy into a world without loopholes."

After a change, Lin Hun folded his hands for support, frowning, his eyes buried in the shadows.

"I need a world that can resist anomalous intrusions and be able to respond to the intruders the first time."

"Yes! Boss!"

After looking at each other, Qu Qiaoqiao's expressions became serious.

They found that Lin Hun was not joking.

As human spirits, they also guessed what should have happened to Lin Hun.

As Lin Hun's subordinates, the only thing they can do is to obey orders.

Complete Lin Hun's entrustment.

"please!

Nodded, Lin Hun looked up at the dark copy of Dreamland.

"Hope it's too late." Dry,

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