Chapter 1218 (1/2)

Now that he has reached the state of demigod and mastered a new dimension, it is just icing on the cake, but he has no interest in fluttering in that small puddle. This means that he is still excited about his promotion.

However, why is there a new ”road” now?

What's wrong with the way of heaven? Ivy doesn't think he's particularly fond of himself. After all, he doesn't have an illegitimate father out there.

However, this deceptive turtle shape, which contains things, seems to be particularly powerful. It connects with itself, giving in all that it needs and doesn't need. Ivy in a moment, even suspect that he is a girl, can only passively bear all this.

He didn't refuse because it was so delicious. This is one of his advantages, no matter what things, only consider whether it is useful for themselves, rather than hypocritical do not eat the food. Compared with other people's impoliteness, living is more important.

At the same time, compared with occasional discomfort, it is most important to live a more free and comfortable future.

Ivy first felt: are these my things?

No, I don't know.

Yes, he had a feeling that it was hard to tell whether these things belonged to him or not.

As for his strange appearance, now his eyes, not to mention how beautiful.

It is not only the theory of strength, nor that he opened his eyes to see through the vanity at one glance, but a kind of vision crushing from a higher dimension. At this moment, he is like all kinds of madmen, such as nirvana, who may have his own unique views on beauty.

However, this tortoise in shape is not going to be disgusting for long. It is disappearing, and ivy can feel that it is being absorbed by himself.

In fact, in a higher dimension, this is completely ”nutrient” and does not have its own form.

Ivy's hands and feet are all around, so are his three legs. The so-called integration with the tortoise and being assimilated by the tortoise is just a kind of prejudice of his own. With the constant digestion and absorption of this guy, this prejudice is gradually changing.

But why do you want to be a turtle?

Ivy had been puzzled about this problem, but now with the digestion and absorption of the tortoise, he finally got a little clue.

is entirely determined by ability. He can't help but make complaints about his ability. Can he stretch and shrink like a turtle's head? Is it as green as a turtle's head? Like the shell of a tortoise to let the other party return without success?