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Yang Li was really disappointed.

Anyway, this Di Jun who pretended to be Di Jun was also one of the first few people he came into contact with after he came to Honghuang, but now he has fallen into a state of self-deception.

This is a disease that needs to be cured!
It's a pity that this is an ancient time, and it seems that there are really no hospitals, especially hospitals related to psychological problems.

Yang Li thought for a while and decided to use his own method to save the two.

Walking over quickly, grabbed Di Jun, and stared at him fiercely: "Face your true identity squarely, and tell me, who are you!"

Di Jun was in a hurry, "I am the Emperor of Heaven, Di Jun!"

"Snapped!"

Yang Li slapped him, and Di Jun's brain buzzed.

"Don't lie to yourself, you are not Dijun, you are just an ordinary human being that I can't beat!"

After Yang Li slapped him, he said earnestly: "The real you is the real you. You have to learn to accept the fact that you are mediocre!"

"But I..." The corner of Di Jun's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were dull, "The real me is Di Jun!"

Yang Li shook his head, it seemed that the stimulation was not enough.

The palms fluttered, and in the blink of an eye, there was a crackling rain of applause.

Di Jun's face suddenly swelled up.

Yang Li also couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

Without professional psychological knowledge, he can only use this kind of strong stimulation method.

He wanted "Di Jun" to see clearly that the latter was just a trash that even he, a salted fish, couldn't beat.

It's not scary to be trash yourself, what's terrible is that you refuse to face the fact that you are trash.

Only by recognizing the essence of your own garbage can you inspire the energy to work hard!
Yang Li felt that he should be like himself. He knew that he was a piece of trash that could not cultivate, but he still kept working hard to find a powerful way.

He wanted to save this "Emperor Jun"!
"Say your name!"

Yang Li roared loudly, Di Jun was already a little fuzzy at this time, he was vague, and said slowly: "I... call... my name is Di Jun."

"Return Dijun?!" Yang Li was in a hurry, and slapped him hard again, "You are not Dijun!"

"I'm not Dijun?"

"You are garbage!"

When Di Jun heard this sentence, he was shocked and a little sober, "I'm not rubbish!"

This is the pride of an innate god, a descendant of Pangu, and the king of the demon clan.

Yang Li nodded, "Okay, you're not trash, but you're not Dijun!"

"But I..." Di Jun wanted to defend himself, but when he saw Yang Li's high slap, he suddenly stopped.

"Tell me your name." Yang Li said with a smile.

Di Jun struggled in his heart for a long time, "I... am not Di Jun anyway!"

"That's right, as long as you know it, I thought you were hopeless." Yang Li was a little relieved, and then looked at Taiyi, "Are you Donghuang Taiyi?"

Tai Yi shuddered, and quickly said, "No, I'm not!"

"Look, you can all recognize this." Yang Li said happily, feeling that the painstaking treatment just now was not in vain.

I'm really a nice person.

Even if Di Jun left a bad impression on me at the beginning, I was willing to do my best to help him get out of the self-deceiving mental state...

I... I was touched by myself.

Yang Li stood up with a complicated expression, "Then what are your names?"

"Emperor...Emperor..." Di Jun opened his mouth to say a word, and he had already noticed that the saint Yang Li was about to move, and he was a little bit speechless after that.

"Brother?" Yang Li originally thought he was going to say Di Jun, but he didn't expect it to be this name.

"No wonder you have always wanted to imitate the Emperor of Heaven. With this name, you must have been ridiculed all the time. You are also a poor person." Shaking his head, he looked at Tai Yi, "What about you, you don't know how to be called Madam?"

Taiyi calmly said: "My name is Taiwu."

The name of the gods is also one of the origins of the power of the gods, especially for the existences like them who were born and named innately. Changing the name may shake the foundation and authority. The word "wu" is not considered a name change.

Yang Li: "..."

Sorry, this name is actually normal, it's because I'm too dirty.

Yang Li controlled his desire to complain, "Oh, too dark? Not bad."

At least better than my brother.

Yang Li looked at Di Jun who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and knew that the other party would not be able to accept the fact that he was disillusioned for a while, so he felt sympathetic, walked over, and helped Di Jun up, "Brother, you Don't be discouraged, believe in yourself, I think you have extraordinary spirit and great appearance, relying on your own efforts in the future, you may not be able to become the real emperor of heaven, even stronger than the emperor of heaven, I even thought of a slogan for you, you read it with me, Be firm in your faith.”

"My brother is forever god, Di Jun is a piece of trash!"
"..."

"Why don't you follow suit?!"

Yang Li stared, "Don't underestimate the slogan, it's very important, you'll know if you shout it twice, it will make you give up the idea of ​​mythical emperor, shout it!"

Di Jun glanced at Tai Yi helplessly, Tai Yi hurriedly turned his head away, not looking at his brother.

"Still shouting? It seems that your mental illness is still not cured. I have to find another way to save you."

"I yell! My brother is forever god, Di Jun is a piece of trash!"

"do it again!"

"My brother is forever god, Di Jun is a piece of trash!"

After yelling once, the burden in his heart was reduced a lot, Di Jun yelled, much smoother, even without Yang Li's urging, he yelled a third time, a fourth time!

Tai Yi turned his head to one side, and suddenly felt in his heart that the Heavenly Emperor of the Yaozu should be changed... Maybe the elder brother is no longer suitable.

Yang Li was very pleased, "How is it? Brother, do you feel refreshed after shouting?"

"It seems... yes." Di Jun managed to squeeze out a smile, but instead pulled the swollen muscles on his face after being slapped many times, his smile suddenly became uglier than crying.

Yang Li couldn't hold back his laughter, he felt that he had done something good and serious, so he shouldn't laugh, no matter how funny Di Jun's expression was.

"Pfft...cough cough, brother, why did you throw all the bowls on the ground, one here and one there." Yang Li quickly changed the subject and walked a little further away.

It was another white porcelain bowl buckled on the ground.

A smile appeared on Tong Tian's face, and he could vaguely sense that under the bowl, there was the aura of Zhen Yuanzi.

Looking at Di Jun's swollen face like a pig's head, he is already looking forward to what Yang Li will think of Zhen Yuanzi later.

Reaching out to lift the white porcelain bowl, Yang Li's eyes blurred, and a black hole masked off.

Is it a sack?
No, it's the cuffs!
Hastily dodged and kicked out.

"Old man sweeping the floor? What do you want to do?!"