Chapter 4 was filled with anxiety.

Deeply chilling, a feeling like flying.

The table is filled with things that Tang Chuan cannot understand, with extremely bizarre shapes and structures, making it difficult to analyze their principles and functions.

This is a living thing!

At this moment, shouldn't there be another prompt in your mind, confirming whether you choose to return?

And what about me?

After waiting for several minutes, there was still no sign of any activity around.

There is no need to pursue it anymore. They know that as long as they don't gather together, the tumor itself is too lazy to bother with the treasures in the treasure trove.

Meat Tumor Asks: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Tang Chuan looked at the sarcoma. This time, the nausea has decreased, leaving only an unplaceable sense of dread. He said, "My current state will instinctively cause pain in certain things."

After speaking, the figure dissipated and left this place.

If I could teleport like you, I would have left long ago!

Just like suddenly suffering a huge shock, and this feeling continues to linger, unable to be dispelled.

It turns out he didn't discover anything. The scary voice just now was just him fooling around with his good friend.

Chī liū chī liū ~ .

Only those of the same kind can trigger the interesting thoughts and emotions that you want to express to others.

It is still secreting mucus and pulsating!

Tang Chuan stiffly reached out his hand.

Just like the thought that attracted oneself here.

Finally, is it finally over?

And caught a long, thick, soft yet hard thing.

Confused.

Tang Chuan's mental energy is mostly used to forcibly restrain his own fear of tumors, which stems from genes and blood.

How can I contact you?

The meaning is more or less: when talking to you, I can act silly. I don't really want the things in the treasure trove, I just enjoy this feeling, which I don't get with other creatures.

Even a spherical object exists, containing a vast universe within, but it is sealed within a thin film, becoming a small object resembling a crystal ball.

Hiss ~ .

Finally, only Tang Chuan and the tumor were left in the entire council chamber.

The gods are speechless again!

The secretion value of adrenal hormones is off the charts, the sensation of itchy scalp is driving people to the brink of mental breakdown.

A sarcoma bit onto Tang Chuan's arm!

Tumor wriggles, and he said: "Okay, I've already thought of 12,000 reasons, or maybe it's 1.3 billion and 2,000."

Are you afraid of me?!

The sarcoma remained silent, its irregular eyeballs rolling around, and finally its gaze fell on Tang Chuan, its voice suddenly filled with horror:

The tumor body wriggles, as if layers of flesh waves are stacked, wriggling towards the position of Tang Chuan.

Meat | Ball ?

For all of you, if you don't have my contact information, please use this to reach me when you are available. Sorry for the prank just now, and looking forward to connecting.

No.

The eyeballs of the tumor were spinning wildly, and finally some of the eyeballs squinted and said, "No wonder, coming to your divine throne, I clearly saw fear. The prank just now was to showcase our united attributes, but it seems to have gone too far. Sigh, then don't look at me."

Although I don't know the specific use of these things, Tang Chuan's subconscious tells him that most of the things here, if their energy sequences undergo a "riot", can easily destroy the universe he once lived in.

No.

As for how to trigger the little tentacles to function like a phone, that needs further research later.

None.

Tang Chuan gasped for breath for a while, and then slowly sat up.

The sarcoma loosened its grip and released Tang Chuan's arm.

Tang Chuan stood up from the divine throne, carefully examining the surroundings, and tightly grasping the "octopus tentacles" that kept twisting her waist.

It's over!

As if afraid that if one let go, this thing would slip away in a "swoosh".

What did you just say?

Moist, firm, able to feel the secretion of mucus, just like the sensation of entering a biological mouth.

Every pore on Tang Chuan's body is condensed into goosebumps, densely packed and covering his entire body.

No.

Upon hearing everyone's opinions, Cell Galaxy once again said, "Then, until next time."

All of this, could it be a prank by the true god of calamity? He is somewhere in the dark, chuckling at his own amusement of my current reaction?

Oops, affectionate nickname, no longer instilling fear in ordinary people like you, goodbye, best collaboration, looking forward to staying in touch.

This is what I want to ask you!

Tang Chuan turned his head stiffly, avoiding the fear of facing the tumor.

The gods all came to a sudden realization and nodded in agreement, accepting this statement.

Tang Chuan looked at his palm, where he held something secreting a semi-transparent mucus, resembling the tentacles at the end of an octopus, as thick as an adult's arm and about twenty centimeters long, constantly wriggling.

The cells of the galaxy cast their gaze upon the round table, and the objects on the table suddenly disappeared.

These things that can easily destroy the universe were casually thrown on the conference table, scattered all over the place.

Anxiety and fear.

He sat here alone, like the sole ruler of an infinite universe, supreme and...

However, Tang Chuan still felt the goodwill of the tumor, and tried to make his expression carry a hint of tenderness, saying, "Thank you, Meatball."

At least not often, even if you are mentally ill.

He is not lacking, nor will he forcibly show off his wit.

Let me have time to contact you about this?

Other supreme gods also nodded to each other and disappeared one after another.

Forget it, let him be.

Regardless of whether it arouses suspicion, he has no choice but to do so. He cannot stay here forever!

Forced smile: "I am now just a mundane being without any attributes, unable to leave like you."

He seems to have discovered his mortal flesh and feels the fear that comes from his genes, but he doesn't think it's anything special.

Can't be, still no summons, am I really left here?

Tumor Pathway: "Talking to you feels great, with an attitude called communication."

Looking at him, the things on the planet may carry a hint of helplessness. He said, "The things inside, to you, are not very precious. Why is it always like this?"

Perplexed.

... ....

Yes.

Under Tang Chuan's tense nerves, the tumor sat on his throne and even squeezed Tang Chuan to the side.

Tumor Squirming Pathway: "I was wrong, I didn't expect the prank to cause you real fear... Extend the part of you holding onto something."

He said, "It has already been placed in the treasure vault. When needed, feel free to use it. However, taking it individually will trigger alertness. At that time, a reason will be required in order to take it away."

Tang Chuan still remained on the divine throne, holding on for several minutes before suddenly losing strength, his body slumping down, gasping for breath heavily.

How the hell am I supposed to go back?

Correct.

Will you have nothing to do, play tricks on ants, and show them the new magic tricks you have learned?

The cells of the Milky Way revolve around everyone. The speaker said, "This meeting is now over. Are there any further additions?"

Chī liū!

Well, a nickname that represents my new personality.

And the time when the ten supreme gods gather together, according to a new universal calendar, is also not too frequent.

Panic.

After saying these words, the sarcoma gradually transformed into a small fleshy ball that kept wriggling inside its own body, and eventually disappeared without a trace.

Everyone has left !

If you can't find a way out, you will definitely only have to rely on contacting the meatball, find an excuse, and let him send you back to the original world!