Chapter 232

Strog is still evaluating the danger of this space, and suddenly changes in front of him.

A "stick" stretched out from the smoke. There was a net on the head of the stick. The small net pocket circled the bug, and then when it was closed, the fine thread formed by the thick fog was sharper than the knife. It cut the bug into a turbulent flow of energy and disappeared in the air. Can the net formed by dense fog kill energy organisms? Strog looked a little surprised. But from the past experience, it's not impossible. Every virtual space has its own rules. In these spaces, there are only unexpected and impossible things.

"Don't feed insects easily!" A familiar sound appeared in the smoke. A cloud of smoke squeezed through the thick fog and stood in front of strog. This thick fog has eyes and hair. It looks like a middle-aged man with a scepter in his hand. The scepter, like his body, is also a mass of smoke.

Is this not tirathus or who?

But although it became a thick fog, with a smoky statue, this tirathamis has some unusual dignity.

"His highness tirathmis!" Strog was overjoyed.

"Don't feed insects easily! Insects have a common characteristic, that is, they are far more aggressive to the same food than they don't know! If you feed one, it can digest food. If it doesn't die, other insects will attack it. At that time, I'm afraid you can't even run out. "

"Your Highness! This is not the time to talk about it!... " Cried strog anxiously. Stroge doesn't know if this is Li Xinyan's body, but Li Xinyan must be in this space. Stroge can track Li Xinyan's consciousness. When he first calls for Li Xinyan's consciousness, he is immediately thrown into this space. Then Li Xinyan must be in this space, and the sniffer on Li Xinyan's arm is still spreading, and there is the madman's consciousness of scorching sun in it, Every night for a moment, I don't know what kind of change it will produce. Now is not the time to reminisce with tiratius!

"What's the hurry?" Cried tiratemis.

"Your Highness?" Strog is a little bit of a monk. In his impression, tiratimus never lost his temper.

"You are all my creations. Do you have no confidence in my design?" Tiratimus was a little annoyed.

As soon as he said this, strog was stunned: "Your Highness means... Everything is under control?"

"This... Is not quite so."

"That!" Strog, pressing forward, went to take tiratimus by the arm. "Your Highness! It's urgent. If something goes wrong with his highness, it's a big deal! " At the same time, the body of tirathamis was not entity at all. What he caught was smoke. Tiratimus didn't care about his offense. He turned to recover his arm, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "don't be impatient! Did I only teach you to fight when I created you? Angel Group is not a fighting group

Tirathamis's hand is also made of smoke, but it is strange that the feeling of his hand on strog's shoulder is the same as that of his real arm on his body.

"Of course, in most cases, fighting is necessary, but if the purpose of fighting cannot be achieved, can the way of fighting be changed? Hum, as long as you win, can there be other ways to win? " Tirathmis road.

Strog's a little confused.

Tyratomis seemed to be able to see strog's problem and said, "Hey, I created the space here. No, I created the sun and the sniffer shell to accommodate him. As long as I control the speed of time in this space and sniffer space, then time stops at this moment, even if he wants to do something, ... then he has to know that time is slowing down first, right? After all, time is an important dimension in his space, but he has to know it. "

"I see!" Strog's eyes brightened.

Tiratimus nodded: "Oh, that's right. This is my guardian! Do you know why my guardians are more powerful than the guardians of other nodes? That's because they've always been smart little guys! " Tirathamis looked pleased, but for a second he said, "but! If you want things to have results, time can't control them, because time can slow things down, but it can't prevent certain results from appearing Therefore, the result is that you need to help Shengzi to defeat the opponent! "

"Isn't that still a fight with the sun?"

Tirathamis gave strog a stick as soon as he opened his eyes. Tirathamis's stick was in consciousness, and strog ate and bared his teeth“ It's said that fighting is not necessarily fighting! " Titus is on fire again. It seems that there is nothing else in this part created by tiratimus, which completely let go of his little temper.

"Then... Your highness! How can I beat him? " Strog was in tears and laughter. If you don't want to fight, how can you defeat this madman?

"Step one, race! Second, let him penetrate your body in the vagus part of the son. Step three, control him in your body! " Said tiratimus. Seeing that strog still didn't understand, tiratimus put his hand to strog's ear and whispered.

Finally, he patted strog on the shoulder and said, "if you do this, there should be no problem. One of the problems is that when you do it, you should do it with the freedom of your will. Don't let your highness guess your mind, and keep a certain distance from his Highness's consciousness. The place where you are standing now is actually the boundary space between the handle and the sniffer that I prefabricated, but the battlefield you will enter is completely inside the sniffer. Now the sniffer is inside his Highness's body. His Highness's consciousness can think of it, and the sun inside the sniffer can also feel it. If he can feel it, he is likely to avoid the trap you set, and the possibility of you capturing him will be greatly reduced. Remember, remember. "

Strog nodded. He was about to move forward, but he remembered a question, turned his head and asked, "well... If he enters my body, will I be controlled by him? In that case, didn't he achieve his goal? "

Tiratimus gave a little smile and said, "well, it's not a problem. When he enters your body, you will know exactly what happened, because once he enters your body, it is your home court

Strog is half lost and half believing. What is "into your body, that's your home court?" Does it need to pull the sun back into strog's body?

However, at this point, tirathamis no longer spoke, strog understood that the rest of the things can only rely on himself, the gods above usually can not speak too clearly, too much understanding will make the executor lose creativity. The whispers of tiratimus just now are the special cases of the special cases, so we can't let him talk about them in detail any more. At this point, strog simply nodded to tirathamis with certainty, and then stepped into the thick fog without looking back.