Chapter 2997

The sun was blazing, and the top of the mountain was bare. Someone surrounded a stone circle with stones. At this time, another Rick, wearing a white sheet, was sitting cross legged in the middle of the stone circle.

Around him, there were also modies dressed in the same way. Their faces were pale, but they were all smiling with satisfaction.

"Here you are?"

Even if he didn't open his eyes, Rick was aware of modi's coming. He called the boy's name in a gentle voice, just like the spring breeze.

"I shouldn't have come."

At this time, modi has found something wrong with those appositives. In addition to their strange smile, there are many empty syringes and tinfoil around them. After careful thinking, we can see that these guys are now high.

"In the world, it's normal to come and go, but you, idiot, can't see through it." Rick in the middle of the stone circle turns over his hands, makes a gesture of picking flowers and sniffing, and says something full of philosophy.

"Is that why you drugged little MODIS?" Modi resisted, but his legs went to Rick.

I don't know why, the old man in white cloth seems to be full of charm, every move is bewitching people.

"No, you're wrong. I don't want to attend the quartz conference and resolutely resist any hegemonic activities." Rick smiles a little, and his smile is full of Zen rhyme: "people's mind should be free. Restricting the body does not restrict the soul. What I want to do is not to let you participate in the health insurance, but to let you get freedom."

After listening to the tongue twister, modi showed the expression of Tibetan fox again: "ha?"

"Yes, close your eyes, put on a rubber tourniquet, and give yourself a shot with this syringe." Rick threw Morty a kilogram of white powder, a matching syringe and saline: "after that, keep up with my rhythm and breathe."

"Why is it the same as aerobics on TV?" Looking at Rick, who began to make strange body movements, the expression on modi's face was very strange, but he was a good boy and didn't touch drugs.

But put away the powder and maybe sell it in the future.

"It's Yoga. If you practice it often, it can help you lick your navel. You know that."

Zen Rick picks his eyebrows and Zhizhu takes other modi to yoga

"I understand that you all have something in common with modi. You all want to be self-sufficient. But I am in charge of all kinds of yoga in countless worlds in the multiverse, so that you will soon be free to blow your trumpet. How about that? Is it exciting? "

"Hiss!"

When modi heard this, he took a breath. He just felt that he was completely seen through. Rick's wisdom was so deep that it was like the sea.

But the strong pressure of the sea and endless cold, crushed the mind empty youth.

If Rick can really help all modi to do whatever he wants, no matter which Rick holds, modi will become his slave, and others will only raise modi for him.

Just like Apple fans adore jobs. Every time they release a new machine, it will attract countless eyes. This Rick just needs to release new yoga moves from time to time, and then update them continuously, and he can rule the world!

His fans will fight anyone else on the Internet.

Using his grandson's simple desire has always been Rick's means to manipulate Modi, and this Zen Rick has jumped out of the chessboard of the little modi competition and started a higher level of layout!

Is it true that Rick in the multiverse, the top human power, has evolved the most suitable form for survival in the short time of falling to a strange planet?

But the current escape of modi is not ordinary Modi, he has a more determined will than other Modi, although he can lick his navel and other parts of the skills let him also incomparable heart, but, no freedom, he would rather escape.

Zen Rick didn't urge him either, but he still took modi to practice yoga with indifference, and he still yelled slogans: "Hoo! Suck, suck, suck, suck... "

And all around the mortis there was a strong vacuum pumping sound.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!!!

Just listen to the voice to know how energetic, modi's heart was confused, but remember those comrades who died before were still watching him in the sky, he still rely on the last willpower, covered his ears, head and ran down the mountain.

He told himself that it would be too much not to degenerate.

So he ran out 50 meters with his head in his arms. He left Rick's sphere of influence and sat down on a bench. He rubbed his head in pain. The sucking sound of magic still reverberated in his head, like the sound of brainwashing.

"God! What shall I do? How can we get out of this nightmare? "

He looked up at the sky, and the sky also had a rainstorm, which instantly made him a drowned man, just as he is now in the mood.

But God, modi was scolded by him before. Now he won't come back to scold him. It's only a one-man show

Or not?

"Morty, can you hear me?"

Just as modi was dancing in the rain by himself, the sound of mystery came from the sky. It was strange, not any Rick he knew.

"Who is it? Super powers? Mutants? Superman? Jedi? Tiger potato chip girl

Modi is very familiar with the passers-by, aliens, parallel cosmonauts, and immediately makes a series of guesses about the owner of the mysterious voice. By the way, he also exposes his XP.

The so-called tiger potato girl is actually a TV advertising figure selling potato chips. She is a blonde with eyes closed, forward and backward, and wearing a tiger swimsuit.

The advertisement says that as long as you eat enough tiger chips, you can get a chance to kiss the potato chip girl.

Morty always thought the company was trustworthy because they promised to donate one billionth of their sales profits to the disabled people's Federation, and the tiger girl in the advertisement was blind.

So she's going to stare at them. It must be true.

Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you are blind or not. As long as you are big, that's what modi wants.

"The maggot on the sperm brain, my voice can't be a woman, can it?" Enigma's voice directly scolded, a pair of hate iron not steel tone: "I'm your uncle Rick, you can also call me the knell Rick."

"Er... You're Rick in the funeral business?" Morty couldn't understand why Rick didn't show up.

"... no! I've been watching you all the time, including other ricks. I'm very satisfied with your performance. I'd like to make a deal with you The voice who called himself Rick, the knell bell, spoke and gave a choice in anger: "I can show you my sincerity and tell you a secret before you decide whether to cooperate with me."

"What's the secret? I'll listen first. " The wise face of Tibetan fox.

After a brief silence, the knell answered:

"In fact, you are now living in a fictional digital world. Everything around you is not real. You have to find the nearest female toilet and get out of there through the toilet like transmission device! I'm waiting for you in reality... "

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