Ying'er could sense Li Yue's mood at the moment, and fully realized the weight of this memory, and tried to keep Li Yue from getting too immersed in it.
After all, today's brain power is very limited, and there are hunter thumbtacks that release pain. If you work too hard, it may become distorted.
If possible, Ying'er still hopes that Li Yue will sleep first.
"Don't scream, your mother may not be your mother, and your father may not be your father." After getting the memories, Li Yue's feelings towards Ying'er also changed slightly.
It's mostly cute at this point, and I hope it will grow up quickly.
You have to ask Noley Moore to pass on the Shadow Demon's "Promotion Science" to him.
With my faith in chaos right now, I don’t know if there is any opportunity to advance like a feast.
However, you still have to carry some black spring blood and sand cat skin gravel as soon as possible to prepare for the second promotion.
The main materials for the second promotion are also difficult to obtain - Noley Moore is the shadow who pulled the mouth of the abyss. I wonder if the shadow also needs the same process...
"Why did it take so long?" Noley Moore appeared in the summons written by Zeng Yun, and there was not a snail materialized by his shadow beside him.
"Have I ever died?" Zeng Yun noticed that the color of the brain was the same as his own, scarlet.
"Mom..." Ying'er was startled, but she dared to resist.
In the sky, this huge spider is still there, and there are mummies and maggots everywhere on the ground.
"The fight will take a long time, you don't have enough time." Yingying stroked Jinshan's head.
"This..." Jinshan finished thinking about the relationship between that brain and himself.
That person's mind is not clean and cowardly.
But how does Naoling eat brains?
As he spoke, Ying'er tore off three shadows from his body, namely Hushan, Hongyou Town and the newly completed Split Gold Mountain.
"His ability is probably under me." Yingying brought the worst gift to Zeng Yun.
"I have inherited most of my mother's abilities. If I collect 11 pieces, I will be stronger." Ying'er comforted Jinshan, "You have to think about those things. If you don't care about him, you will be bad..."
"It's a fight. It's not an influence, it's your clone." The shadows have already completed the unity. They can't join Redcoat and Winnie in the main body to start a war against Li Yue, and they can't exchange them at any time.
come over.
Basically, they only relied on Ying'er's help and control of the sensors to defeat Li Yue from Hongyou Town to breaking up.
As if to confirm Shadow's statement - being stabbed painfully by Shadow's arrow, the brain spirit suddenly raised a bony middle finger.
"Oh, it's very bad... Let you think about it, where did I start from..." Jinshan was still in a daze, vaguely remembering nothing very, very important.
Li Yue has already begun to think about his child's path to promotion.
Zeng Yun was quite panicked when she woke up.
"How long have you been sleeping?" Jinshan was afraid that everything he had just experienced was just a dream - he had not gotten his memories back, and Yingying and Dandan were all imaginary.
"You often find bones and tongues around me..." Yingying poked the brain in the ground with an arrow, "Usually that kind of phenomenon happens before it quarrels with my brain, but whether the devil cares at that time..."
"That's what you want to ask him, how to fuse?" Yingying's arrow suddenly became dull.
During the process, spider silk dropped from the sky several times, but Jinshan and Yinger dodged it.
"I'm too tired, he actually asked me to take a rest?" Yingying accepted the title of "mom", "It didn't happen like that last time. He knocked me out first. It was really difficult and abnormal."
The pain of the hunter's thumbtack is about to dissipate.
"Do you need to find a way to fuse with me?" At present, the small body of Jinshan Goldfish is scarlet, which is what it looked like before being promoted.
"That's him, the brain in the seventh library." Yingying pressed the brain to the ground.
What Yingying mentioned were all Zeng Yun's sensors.
"Dad, you are thinking too complicated..." Ying'er worked hard to help Li Yue stabilize his body, "I need to complete the task my mother gave me first, and pull out a piece of shadow from every place."
"Anyway, he will be injured again, and he will need it again." Yingying was very domineering.
According to the logic of the shadow demon or Aka, actually eating the brain won't do it.
"That's not what you and his mother have experienced." After Zeng Yun finished talking about the separation before the Demon King's City and the Battle of the Bone Hammer, his body gradually stabilized.
"Of course I have died. I live in a library. Is there a library for him?" Yingying suspected that she needed to be reminded of the daily life of the library.
If Jinshan was still the same as before, there would be no need for Li Yue to stay for so long.
"Two days and two nights."
Then finally heard Yingying's response.
"You brought him a gift." Yingying waited for Jinshan to ask and took out a brain from outside the shadow space.
Seeing its confused look, Zeng Yun realized that his initial guess was wrong - if he died, his body would indeed be resurrected from outside the altar in the library.
"Your true body..." Of course Jinshan remembered the Brain Spirit Resurrection Altar in the library.
"Oh, sorry, it was too painful just now, maybe none of the words were written correctly." Jinshan scratched his head.
"I'm still in the initial stage of brain spirit. Have I advanced?" Yingying gave the answer directly, "But I'm not interested in bones, tentacles, threads, teeth, etc..."
"Oh, thank you for eating..." Jinshan still had an appetite and shook his head subconsciously.
So eight shadows were guarding one brain, waiting for me to wake up.
"I retained some of his instincts."
This was an unplanned prerequisite.
Indeed, the current section of his brain completely matches Jinshan’s thoughts and actions.
Once upon a time it was just me no longer.
Also, every time you light the anchor point, you have to open it to sense the inside and outside.
"By the way, you pulled out this nail. It did little harm to him." Yingying took advantage of Jinshan's sleep to remove and break the hunter's thumbtack.
Of course, he also inherited the Shadow Demon's usual bad curiosity.
"Ah?" Jinshan had just woken up, and his brain hadn't been fully activated yet.
"Or... you ask the scholars?" Jinshan's brain twitched, thinking of Tom habitually.
"Dad, what is authority? What is heaven...the God of faith?" Ying'er asked about some old events.
"Oh." Zeng Yun thought for a moment, and indeed, Ying'er's performance was indeed similar to Yingying's.
Three small shadow figures were placed in front of Li Yue.
"Two whole days? Did they use it for fighting?" Jinshan took out several broken bones to form a body and stood up holding on to the wall.
"If he still wants to take out the trash, wants to separate from the Demon King's City with the library and the Colosseum, and wants to return to his past self... then this is the only chance." Shadow turned into an arrow and pointed.
The underground brain.
Yingying stood silent for a moment, then grabbed the snail's shell and hammered it under Zeng Yun's head, knocking me unconscious.
"His ideas, his imagination, his materials... everything about him has become very strong." After waiting for two days, Yingying was of course very vague about Jinshan's current situation.
Jinshan is happy to explain it. After all, the process itself is a bad way to purge memories.
After a long time, I finally "faced the shadows and became the Eight Demons" again.
While getting the memories, Jinshan was not worried about what he got - if there was no demon illustrated book, he could only rely on the materials left under the path of Kaios to do things, which was far more convenient than if he could produce them himself.
"You understand, Mom." Ying'er was obedient and without explaining at all, she conveniently put away the bone cart embedded outside the mountain.
Yingying thought there was nothing Jinshan could do.
