My shadow is 100 million points strong

"ha?"

"So fast?"

He Bizhen is really neither advancing nor retreating. Thinking about it, she immediately beat Wu Shuai, but she is afraid of the last place on her body - her face.

He was also "tarnished"!

Thinking about that scene, He Bizhen really didn't remember it at all.

But don't get up, Wu Shuai said that the next curse is coming soon.

As for passing away, that is even more impossible.

I still have a lot of youth, and I have three beautiful lovers to support me. Apart from a little expense, my life is as carefree as a fairy.

This memory was indeed humiliating, and it made He Bizhen completely depressed, but the worst she could do was go back and delete this memory as a program.

As long as you don't know it, you won't be the one who dies!

He Bizhen racked her brains to think of a way.

He Bizhen doesn't want to die in history, so that she can be on the headlines tomorrow.

"The uncle in the woods is having fun in history, but in the end he cannot escape history"

When He Bizhen thought of this picture, her consciousness of survival became stronger!

He Bizhen suddenly thought of her own abilities.

"That's right! I can't think of a way, but that doesn't mean netizens can't think of it! With the power of netizens, victory still belongs to me!!"

He Bizhen felt that she had found hope.

Through the fantasy computer in the mind, ultra-remotely search the chat group of brain geniuses in the university.

He Bizhen directly hacked into the account of a group member and started posting messages in the group.

"Brothers, I encountered a particularly difficult problem. A is a ninth-level warrior with unlucky abilities, and B is a fourth-level warrior in the Mortal Realm. A's release of B is unlucky, but the success rate is only 50%. So I played bad luck several times, and B was so unlucky that he didn't dare to get up! Even if he used martial arts while lying down, he couldn't hit him! If he got up, he would continue to have bad luck. If he didn't get up, the next bad luck would come. Please tell me about this situation. , how does B get out of the predicament? What should he do? Wait online, it’s very urgent!”

He Bizhen finished typing in one breath and watched eagerly how the masters in the group responded.

But at this moment, He Bizhen felt a violent "click" sound.

The tree on the back of He Bizhen's head actually fell out, and a large piece of dead wood that was thicker than He Bizhen's body came crashing down on her.

And the most important thing is that the tree hit him in the face!

If it hits, it will really be the end of the world.

He Bizhen didn't want to have her head smashed into history by this dead wood.

But He Bizhen didn't dare to get up. She couldn't resist the "sliding shovel" even if she was a fourth-level mortal.

Standing up is afraid of making history! If you don't stand up, history is coming!

"Oh my god! Save the child!"

He Bizhen shouted in her heart, but the dead wood was getting closer and closer.

He Bizhen no longer knew whether to resist or not.

Just when He Bizhen didn't know what to do, his body told him the answer.

When the dead wood was about to hit He Bizhen's prosperous face covered by a mask.

He Bizhen's hand instinctively stretched out to block.

Hearing a "bang" sound, He Bizhen caught the dead wood with both hands.

At the same time, he used his strength to throw it aside.

"Huh~ Fortunately, this unfortunate incident is normal!"

He Bizhen looked at Wu Shuaihao's gloating look and knew that the bad luck was random.

I couldn’t help but sigh: “God still favors me!”

……

Wu Shuai was shocked when he saw the two-meter-thick dead wood falling, because it happened to hit him right in front of him.

It's okay if you hit the man in black, but it's not okay if you hit yourself.

"Why are you beating your own people? This is wrong!"

After a lesson, Wu Shuai was about to dodge.

But He Bizhen caught it with both hands.

"Young hero, you have so much strength! Come on, come on! You can definitely do it!"

Wu Shuai reacted and cheered directly. How could there be no cheerleaders at this time?

Although He Bizhen covered her face, Wu Shuai felt that his face must be dark.

Sure enough, with Wu Shuai's cheering, He Bizhen just threw it aside if she had divine help.

"Sure enough, my cheers! played a big role!"

Suddenly Wu Shuai was deeply relieved.

……

And after He Bizhen threw the tree, she didn't even want to look at the devil Wu Shuai!

If given the chance, He Bizhen really doesn't want to see Wu Shuai again!

Whenever I see Wu Shuai from now on, I will walk around.

He Bizhen didn't see such a shameless ability!

After a whole fourth level of cultivation, I was so disgusted that I couldn't even move!

move? I simply didn’t dare to move at all!

He Bizhen simply closed her eyes and looked at the methods of his many talented netizens.

He Bizhen was stunned when she saw the comments from talented netizens.

Sima Bu smashed Guo Degang: "Simple! Beg him to spare you!"

When He Bizhen saw this, ten thousand c~m rushed through her heart.

"Begging for mercy? It's better to kill yourself!"

"Hold it!"

Let’s not be angry, let’s see the next one!

I thought silently in my mind and started reading the next comment.

Find a zombie to love you for me: "Don't panic! Eighteen years later, you will be a good man again!"

"???"

"If I am willing to go to history, why should I ask you?"

Rage increases by one point.

He Bizhen continued to read the next comment.

The most fearful thing about being upright is that it will leak: "Living is a waste of food, a waste of air, and my girlfriend has lost her righteousness! In order for my girlfriend to live a better life, I'd better go to history!"

"I**********"

"You have an inflatable girlfriend. It's sad to be alive! What's not better about a real person than an inflatable one?"

Add three points to anger.

He Bizhen continued to look down.

There are so many prostitutes that I can't help but ask: "What can I ask? Does B have a woman? I can reluctantly help him take over!"

"groove!"

"Dream on you!"

"Even if I die! I won't make it easier for you!"

Does He Bizhen think the times for "geniuses" have changed?

Or are "genius'" ideas just so unique?

Is it because I can’t keep up with the “genius” ideas?

Wrath plus three.

He Bizhen forced herself to calm down. Impulsiveness could not solve her current dilemma.

Continue reading below.

The readers are all handsome: "Let's eat it cold! I really like the spicy flavor of red oil! The couple's lung slices are good! I suggest you try it."

"???"

"I'm asking what to do in this difficult situation! I'm not asking about how to eat! Can you read some questions?"

He Bizhen felt like she was going crazy.

The anger in her heart was already full, but she had nowhere to vent it, and He Bizhen's face turned red.

If the mask hadn't covered his face, Wu Shuai would have been able to admire He Bizhen's face as red as a monkey's butt.

"Looking at the last one, it's still so unreliable, I might as well figure it out myself!"

He Bizhen felt that her thoughts were better than theirs!

He Bizhen felt that it was better to give the title of "genius" to herself than to be a "genius"!

Psychiatric principal: "Hey! I'm having another attack! In the past, you could only hold hands with ants! Such a profound question is really difficult for you!"

"Sickness?"