Weird: Transformed into a lolita, I am really not an evil god

"In other words, Lily, she, perhaps, is really a genius?"

Looking at the game currency that rose by nearly 10%, Xiao Nan looked at the score that the progress bar was almost full

, and she felt that if Lili could continue to help herself, maybe she could be able to make a splash or even ..........

"No, no!"

Xiao Nan quickly shook his head and interrupted the idea that he could be counted as "eating peaches": "

This must be the 'newbie protection period'!" I bet if

Lily continues to fight, she will definitely be 'sniped'!"

("Sniping" refers to the terrifying law that players who are about to advance in Ranked Tournament will

always be defeated by some outrageously strong opponent or so unlucky that even Bao Gong will have a darker face than his white

face, lose the key match, and start all over again.)

Xiao Nan firmly turned off the game

, and at the same time, using the self-comforting reason that he could comfortably accept that his winning rate was not as good as Lili, a novice with a high winning rate, he

constantly hypnotized himself.

However, Xiao Nan, who thought about things more comprehensively, still muttered to himself:

"I think that if it is an exam such as math problems, Lili should not only be able to enroll smoothly, but

even be placed in an experimental class or something, right?"

In Xiao Nan's heart, she naturally associated the "entrance exam" that Luo Qiuli just said with those questionnaires that test children's mathematical thinking.

At the same time, she began to make up in her brain, and every time Lily came to the end of the semester,

she would go home with an award certificate and accept the warm picture of her mother's praise.

"Hey, it's really an enviable ordinary life......... In other words, what was it like when I first went to school?

It was as if the overturned water cup met the streaked floor tiles

, Xiao Nan didn't know why, and suddenly wanted to recall her childhood

, however, in her mind, it seemed that her childhood was so ordinary like the standardized clauses of those commercial contracts.

[Yes, but the gap between and there is not very big. An

emotion that did not know whether to say "unsatisfied" or "for unknown things, choose to ignore it"

, rose in her heart,

and seemed to deliberately divert her attention from delving into it..........

..................

The huge strange hand, which seemed to be able to easily pinch a small car

, but at this time, like an old friend who had not seen him for many years, fell

on Williams' shoulder and patted gently:

"He......... Disaster............... Ni..."

Feeling the pat on his shoulder and the squirming tentacles that he could still vaguely see even if he didn't squint, Williams didn't

dare to breathe.

The shadow that changed slightly with the beating was

not enough to make this iron-blooded man scare his legs and not listen to the command at all

, and what really made him stand obediently like a chicken

boy was his head wearing laser goggles

, at this time, under the influence of the unclear sound,

William felt that his mental tension was high

It was as if someone was holding a gun to the head and forcing himself to perform advanced mathematical operations.

And the words that he couldn't understand at all, like a knife and axe in the executioner's hand

, treated his head as a potato to be cooked, and constantly "polished and shaped".

"It's actually an ordinary human being, I made a mistake..."

the shadow whispered,

it did not expect that the chosen guy this time did not have the potential to meet him.

However, it can feel that the great being

, because of some things, the mood swings emitted seem a little special, and

it is clear that the current situation is a little tricky.

But after all, it is an old guy who has survived since the ancient times

, and it thought about it and quickly made its own "remedy":

it stuck its huge fingertips, before William could react

, on the top of William's head, and

the mouth of the believer belonging to the key

of the door was defined as "the addictive knowledge of the superior" information,

[some people will also call it]. "The knowledge of madmen", after all, in their eyes

, those who claim to be able to see things that ordinary people cannot see, are just mass mad people.

From its fingertips were teleported to the ordinary and fortunate brain.

"Erm......... Aaaaaaa!!!a "

Like the mottled light in the palette, where the various colors of paint are knocked over and mixed together,

it is all that Williams realizes.

Tiny particles, from the fingertips of the superior being, constantly entered Williams' brain, and

these tangible "knowledge" wandered around the brain's echo like those newborn shellless little crabs

when the tide faded

.

Soon, their footsteps were all over the small "walnut kernels".

At the same time, in

the center of the brain stem, as incomprehensible tangible things converge here

, an eyeball that seems a little too large compared to the brain emerges

from the center

, like the eagle eye of Totem Carmon

, constantly looking around, this chaotic place wrapped by the thin skull

.

It was also at this moment that William found that

he could see things again.

But this time, a huge amount of information instantly filled his brain.

"This... This is............."

He is like a scavenger in the countryside, accidentally riding an unknown ride, only

to arrive unexpectedly in the land of the richest poor man.

And at this moment, the otherwise incomprehensible voice finally

recounted in his mind

in a form he could understand

, its "suggestion": "He is waiting for you, go and meet him."

William subconsciously wanted to tilt his head to look at the owner

of the voice, but the natural fear that was like engraved in his DNA made

him dare not look at

the other party directly, of course, he also had a greater fear of the name of the other party, the object he was referring to

.

"Who is it? Why wait for me?

William was tempted to ask the question, but

he vaguely felt that the question might lead to something bad.

So, under the combined influence of multiple fears

, Williams, who was like a puppet

, gave up thinking.

As if he was half-dreaming, he moved in the direction of the other party's "suggestion"

, and at this time, there was only one "ridiculous" worry left in his heart in the eyes of those beings:

Can he still survive?

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