Dimensional Eroders

In the room, Bailang looked at the other himself.

Just like the twin brother's "Ghost Wave", at this time, he made a stinky fart, unhappy, and responded to him with a very awkward expression. Let his handsome face that never gets tired of, become extra ridiculous.

But this is definitely not your own pot! Lang can be sure that the black thorns are not a normal clone.

The ghost has a close relationship with itself, like a projection of the soul, but it is not absolutely in control of the relationship. Bailang can command it to fight, telepathically make subtle tactics, and even let it die without hesitation.

But the black ghost has its own thinking mode, which is beyond the control of the white waves. Both parties share the thinking channel, and Bailang only occupies an absolute dominant position. Although the ghost is passive, it has self and thought, and grows bit by bit. Like an immature silly son.

In the past days, the black ghost had just been born, and his lack of intelligence was very innocent, stupid and innocent like a puppet. But as time goes by, I have been used for a long time, have died more, absorbed more thoughts of releasing myself, and have been taught by Bailang words and deeds, and have developed a set of independent thinking mode.

The relationship between the two, black thorns is more like the shadow of the soul of the white waves, it is a polymer composed of uncontrolled thoughts (crank thinking) and extreme mental fluctuations every time you die.

At this time, the ghost appears in the form of a ‘clone’, and its independence is further strengthened, just like a real person. Lang clearly felt the displeasure in the black thorns heart.

Part of it stems from the uncomfortable feeling of not being released recently to participate in the battle, and can only watch and hold back. The hero is useless; the other part is that it hates Bailang for stuffing the "Ode Collection" into its body, turning it into a thorn lady, and rubbing it That little'charm'.

At the same time, Bailang also perceives that the black ghost faintly has symptoms of split personality. Is it still asleep in its thinking with a personality of ‘Thorn Lady’?

If you master multiple shadow clones, the ghost clones will continue to split into more individuals, each of which is different, and the second clone will be an independent ‘Thorn Lady’!

He thinks ‘Black Thorns’ is very interesting, like a bubble of thoughts and distracting thoughts, unpredictable and unpredictable. Death is equal to being punctured by a bubble. After it disappears, the IBM particle blows a new one, and it is still it.

If you master multiple avatars and repeatedly cut this bubble, it can split into more bubbles. If all the bubbles are condensed, they can quickly fuse into one.

Baimei Hassan, this is.

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He turned around the ghost clone, nodded in satisfaction, his appearance was exactly the same as himself, and his temperament was similar. The next step was to test IQ. See if he can take on the responsibility of playing himself and being a qualified stand-in?

"Say a word and listen." Bailang ordered.

"Speak...speak, come and listen~ listen...speak, speak, listen...speak and listen!"

The ghost clone kept repeating. For the first time, the sound was like a mechanical sound with electrical noise, without emotional fluctuations. The second time, it became coherent and smooth. By the third time, it was no different from Bailang's voice, with emotion.

Bailang felt the ghost’s emotions and thoughts, but it couldn’t express it fluently. He had to make him doubt whether the other party’s IQ could communicate normally?

"Do you have a brain?"

"Do you have a brain? ... You have a brain."

The ghost clone first imitated perfectly, then cut and paste, changed the tone and speed of speech, and answered with the voice of white waves.

Bai Lang said in amazement: "Huh? God, you? Be smarter! Son smashed."

The black thorns on the opposite side sat down, recalling the ‘White Wave Dictionary’ he had copied for a long time, filtering out the vocabulary he wanted to express, and scolded with a mocking look: "You?...idiot, Sun Thief."

After being scolded, he didn't get angry, but was a little happy. Bailang continued to check the ghost's abilities.

After this clone is monopolized by Bapo, it cannot inherit the energy of Chakra, Qi and Blood, or True Qi, but after it is formed, it can be imported in advance as a piggy bank and used normally.

In addition, it retains enhanced strength and agility, masters the only magical ability of ‘thorns against wounds’, can use IBM particles to create mental pollution, and activate the ‘howl’ deterring spirit. Its duration corresponds to the amount of IBM particles in the body. It supports charging and cannot share other ability bars.

Finally, the ability to transform into a werewolf was retained.

"Transform!" Bailang ordered.

"Roar!"

My own face began to twist and become hideous, his mouth stretched into a wolf kiss, cracked at 90°, the canine teeth in the mouth turned into sharp fangs, the black hair quickly covered the whole body, the body quickly swelled and broke through the clothes, turning into a human standing. Rising up, the black giant wolf with distinct muscles uttered a low cry of beast in his throat. Calmly looked down at the white waves.

Werewolf!

The proper werewolf transformed, but there was no **** breath of that beast. This is not a true werewolf bloodline, but a mimicry deformation.

After the research was completed, the White Waves scored 10 points for Black Thorns 2.0. Its quality has surpassed the shadow clone, close to the long-existing Mu Dun clone, and can operate independently.

Let the black thorns lift and transform, and the original broken clothes are back. Actually hides the "Youth Safety Model"? It's enviable.

Leaving the thorns to play himself, Bai Lang casts his transformation technique to become a little black cat and jumps into the silly fufu's backpack on his own initiative.

Xiao Fufu was delighted to hold the white-wave cat's head and rua to rua affectionately on her little face. The whole cat was deformed. Then she carried her schoolbag on her back with joy and slipped out of the snow clan.

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After Xiao Fufu went out, he turned left and right, and soon found a relatively remote residence. She took out a card, checked the address on it again, raised her hand and started knocking on the door after confirming that it was correct.

Creak...

The closed door was opened to a gap, and the inside was pitch black. Light projected in to illuminate one eye, and the other side was watching her quietly.

Silly Fufu didn't see the slightest panic in her heart, maybe she was really stupid, so she didn't notice the fear. She smiled sweetly at the figure behind the door, nodded politely, and handed out the card in her hand: "Hello, sister, here."

After seeing the card in Xiao Fufu's hand, the door was pulled open. The tower said coldly: "Come in." But his eyes became soft, no longer looking at the prey, obviously affected by the charm of silly fufu.

"Where is Bailang?"

She asked, and then saw that the backpack was opened, revealing a black cat head with a stupid look and a stupid expression on the whole expression. The ghost head and the brain turned around and jumped out incongruously, with a stunned voice. Fall on the floor, twisting wildly, until the transformation is lifted.

Only then calmly got up, as if nothing had happened, Bailang asked mysteriously: "Goods, did you bring it?"

Ta stretched his finger in a direction, and replied concisely, "Storage room." Then, ignoring the idiot wave, he took the initiative to take Xiao Fufu's hand and took her to the living room to eat fruit. It was obviously the first time to be a guest, Bai Lang was also very casual and relaxed. After nodding his head, he walked straight towards the direction of the tower.

The two sides get along smoothly and harmoniously, just like old couples and wives for many years. This is a girl who is cold outside and hot inside.

Opening the door of the storage room, Bai Lang was surprised: "Go! What's the situation?"

In the limited and depressing narrow space, there is only enough for the chestnut skewers to lie flat, and there is no place to stand. The space is about 2.3 meters high, with a dim light bulb installed, and staying here seems to have insufficient oxygen to breathe.

Li Shikuanwan was weak and his eyes were dull, but he reflected the strange green light of dead fish eyes~www.readwn.com~ The spirit had been in a state of mental disability, and he was completely paralyzed from the neck down, and his wrist was inserted by first aid. A needle, and a'devil rabbit cadre' hung above the needle tube to act as a blood bag, delivering green blood for his life.

Obviously, the tower is afraid that the rabbit will lose too much blood and die, so he hangs a normal blood pack for the rabbit, hangs the rabbit in the doll mode, and keeps injecting fresh blood. The biodialysis device artificially synthesizes the evil that contains natural energy. Can rabbit blood, supplement nutrition for string pills.

"It's time to show real medical skills!"

Bai Lang's expression was awkward, and he replaced the decorator's white coat, and changed the cross knife, the adjustable anesthesia wrench, the battery defibrillator, the rusty nails for acupuncture and moxibustion, the wires, a wizard ball, and a bunch of shivering. The little bunnies were placed on the floor, neatly arranged in order of size.

The whole process is orderly and gradual, full of ritual sense of sacred medical treatment.

Finally, he took out the fel totem cross, made a shrine in the corridor, and began to pray devoutly and recite the healing gospel. The witch doctor's style of witch doctors who originally danced the gods instantly sublimated.

Time freezes in a moment, a world-famous painting: "The Holy Father Spreads the Gospel of Healing on Earth"