The intense pain swept over him and the little fat boy almost fainted.
In reality and in ravings, he saw Him again.
The little fat boy's red and swollen eyes showed light. Ding Ding had no idea what to do, so what about Him?
He is a true god, and He will definitely be able to save my father.
For this newborn Spirit of all things, He is the embodiment of all things and the consciousness of the world.
The consciousness generated in this way through self-rescue cannot be communicated.
This disaster should have a devastating impact on the world, and the reduction of the human race will also bring more disasters to the world.
In order to survive, the world became aware of his and the main system's existence, prompting him to ask for help.
"Can you please save my dad?" the little fat boy pleaded in a sad voice.
He made an ambiguous sound that 1002 could not understand, but he seemed to be a little apprehensive and hesitant.
"I saved you, too." Perhaps because He refused, the little fat boy cried out with tears in his eyes, "You kept saying it hurt, and I was hurt too. I helped you, and you have to save my dad too."
"You can stay in this palace, why can't you save my father? My father is the one who has been most contaminated by my scent." The little fat boy raised his head, with a glint of fire in his eyes.
He was really smart and took advantage of the loophole.
He sensed it, seemingly unable to comprehend this tainted aura, yet he could not deny the fact.
1002 Hear what He said again.
Looking at the painful expression on the little fat boy's face, 1002 knew that the little guy could no longer communicate with him.
That would turn his brain into a literal mess.
When 1002 was about to stop the little fat boy, bright eyes looked over with pleading.
1002 A weight that life cannot bear.
His mumblings were filled with fear, panic, and a hint of anticipation.
The little fat boy said without hesitation: "I won't."
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