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"Run, run again! How about it, can't you run anymore?"

"No~ I won't run away... Hufufu..."

In the dense jungle, there were continuous wheezing sounds coming from the grass covered by shrubs. Listening to that voice, the owner of the voice should be a young man, and there was still a hint of something in the voice.

The ethereal look of youth seems to be a little boy resting in the bushes after doing strenuous exercise.

But the real situation is that lying in the bush is a fat, chubby, big fleshy insect about three meters in length with golden lines all over its body and back.

"Come on, do whatever you want to me, en, I won't resist..."

Seeing that the entire painting style began to turn into black and white, like the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm that had lost its dream, Xiao Yiren had countless complaints surging in his heart.

That's right, the one in front of Xiao Yiren is the Tianmeng Iceworm, the golden finger of the protagonist Huo Yuhao in Douluo II Peerless Tang Sect, that big white insect with millions of years of cultivation.

The exact time of Xiao Yiren's encounter with this big white insect must be extended to three days ago.

In other words, Xiao Yiren has been chasing this big bug for three days.

Don't tell me that Tianmeng Ice Silkworm is a big bug that can't fight. It's really Thief Six who escapes. Although the power of Xiao Yiren's incarnation is really bad, it is almost at the level of Tang San's clone, which has not exploded before.

But in this world, it's definitely the ceiling, and you didn't catch this guy directly.

Even if Xiao Yiren was not serious from beginning to end, it would still be quite astonishing.

However, Xiao Yiren felt relieved after thinking that this guy had escaped countless times from the hands of the Ice Emperor, who had nearly 400,000 years of cultivation.

Getting back to the topic, looking at the gray Tianmeng Iceworm at this moment, only Xiao Yiren always felt that there was something wrong with the style of the painting.

Of course, although there seemed to be something wrong with the style of painting, Xiao Yiren didn't care about these messy things for the time being. He waved his tail, cleaned up the bushes in this area, looked at the big meat bug in front of him and said angrily.

"Okay, okay, get up, your talent is not enough for me to take notice of you."

After hearing Xiao Yiren's explanation, Tianmeng Iceworm not only did not calm down, but her reaction became even greater.

"Then do you mean that you are attracted to my pure and pure body, which has been preserved like jade for millions of years? No, no, my body is reserved for Bing'er..."

Xiao Yiren "..."

Why is this style of painting so...weird...

"Isn't this a comic version or some other derivative fan work..."

He glanced at it speechlessly and kept squirming on the ground. The huge insect's face was still a little rosy, as if he was thinking about something unhealthy, like a female cat in heat.

Looking at the strange behavior of Tianmeng Iceworm, Xiao Yiren was also speechless.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't need his cooperation for the next actions anyway."

Xiao Yiren did not make any other movements, he just waved his tail towards the Tianmeng Iceworm below.

In an instant, circles of red ripples rippled through the jungle, almost condensing into substantial energy crystals, and instantly wrapped around the body of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, directly solidifying his body.

From the tail to the head, in almost one or two breaths, the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, which was originally moving normally, turned into a mosquito in amber.

Of course, during this process, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm naturally struggled, but he was not good at fighting. Even a novice who had just entered a hundred thousand year soul beast had difficulty fighting. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm struggled in front of Xiao Yiren. It was obvious that it was just

All in vain.

Even if he struggled desperately, he would only turn into an immobile sculpture amidst the miserable howling like a slaughtered pig.

But I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xiao Yiren seemed to have heard a very unethical word coming out of Tian Meng's mouth.

"Actually, you can force yourself to bow..."

"It must be an illusion..."

Shaking his head to shake these messy thoughts out of his mind, Xiao Yiren finally began to think of business.

"What exactly is a soul ring? Can I put one on myself? Or can I make my own god-given soul ring?"

"Forget it, let's study it slowly first. Anyway, the whole plot has been completely disrupted by me. Let's wait until we figure out the situation of the soul ring before we deal with those messy things..."

After sighing softly, Xiao Yiren's hand movements suddenly paused.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, a playful smile suddenly appeared on his originally expressionless face.

"So, third bastard, are you looking at this? Is it because I changed your arrangement and you don't like me? Come on, come down, I'm waiting for you..."

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Above the realm of gods.

Tang San, who had just returned from the God Realm Committee to observe the situation in the Douluo plane of the lower realm, clenched the trident in his hand fiercely. He was originally a little tired, but a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face.

"Damn it, this guy is really here..."

Looking at Xiao Yiren packing up the Tianmeng Iceworm in the lower realm, Tang San's hand holding the trident loosened, tightened and loosened again.

Tang San has been paying attention to Son of Fate in the Douluo Plane for a long time, and has arranged a pretty good script for it early on.

And this dream of ice silkworms is the beginning of the script.

But now that even the beginning has been interrupted, everything that follows naturally cannot proceed, which means that the layout of everything basically has no hope of success. How can this not make Tang San angry?

But after thinking again and again, Tang San finally let go of the trident.

What he did before was already a bit out of bounds. He directly smuggled the power of the God King level into the lower realm. This was a serious violation of the rules of the God Realm. Moreover, knowing and breaking the law was punishable by an extra level. This caused serious dissatisfaction among other gods.

Especially the guy from Destruction, who is constantly trying to impeach him over this matter. During this period of time, the gods he doesn't deal with, especially the guy from Destruction, are definitely staring at him.

If he crosses the line again, I'm afraid what he faces is not just impeachment. I'm afraid that destroying that guy will directly mean seizing power in a legitimate way.

Although Tang San didn't think that guy could beat him, for the sake of peace in the God Realm, Tang San felt that it was better for him to endure it.

"Third brother, is the plan not going well? Why don't we just forget it and bring Wu Tong back..."

Feeling the soft touch on his back, Tang San's originally gloomy expression suddenly softened. He turned around and looked at the person behind him. Tang San spread his arms as if holding a baby, generally holding the person behind him in his arms.

"There are indeed some changes in the plan, but it doesn't matter, everything is still under control."

Gently comforting his wife, Tang San glanced at Xiao Yiren's provocative expression in the lower realm, which seemed to have seen his actions, and a somewhat indifferent expression suddenly appeared on his originally gentle face.

"The beginning has changed, just change it. The story must be written down after all..."

"As for Wutong, children also need to grow up on their own..."

(End of chapter)