Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

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Outside, the psychic ability of the worm-man old man can still resist one or two, but in Qian Song's subconscious illusion, his ability is completely suppressed, and naturally he cannot resist the magic weapon in Hu Qingqing's hand.

His mind was almost completely deprived, and he became "senile dementia" almost instantly.

Facing Hu Qingqing's question, he was like an emotionless answering machine: "I am the gatekeeper of the Gate of Shadows, and I am responsible for assessing those who try to break in."

When Hu Qingqing got into Qian Song's belly and "asked the heart", she had already roughly understood the concept of the "Gate of Shadows".

"Oh? So, Qian Song's ability to enter the subconscious is actually your credit?" Hu Qingqing's tone softened a lot.

This old man inadvertently contributed to her reunion with Qian Song and reconnected the two of them. If the situation and venue were different, Hu Qingqing would still have to thank him.

The old insect man: "..."

With "senile dementia", he didn't know how to strike up a conversation.

Like a machine with low intelligence algorithms, he didn't understand the meaning of Hu Qingqing's entire sentence, so he had to answer it in parts.

Just like a certain Du Niang, if you can't find a sentence as a whole, you will extract the key words in this sentence as clues.

The old worm man chose "subconsciousness" and "credit" as keywords.

So, he opened his mouth and replied: "It is my job to subconsciously select the lucky ones who conform to the [Shadow Land]'s ideological values, and enter the Shadow Gate to become a servant of God. If it is done well, it is indeed a great credit."

Hu Qingqing and Qian Song looked at each other, both feeling very novel.

This [Land of Shadows] is a bit interesting.

"What kind of ideological values ​​meet the requirements?" Qian Song asked.

The worm-man old man replied: "Aware of fate, awe of fate, everything is empty."

The answer is quite simple.

"This is... nihilism?" Hu Qingqing frowned. She had taken philosophy courses when she was in college. The value standard mentioned by the old man sounded like "nihilism" in philosophy.

The so-called nihilism is the claim that the world, human beings, creatures, matter, everything is meaningless, everything is drifting with the tide, following a certain trajectory of ups and downs, all efforts, struggles, struggles, struggles, praises, criticisms, It's all ridiculous, boring, worthless.

"Hehe, what kind of nihilism, I think, this is the selection of obedient slaves." Qian Song said sharply.

He did have a lot of emotions before that "people are in the rivers and lakes and can't help themselves", but he never said, never thought, and never did "accept fate".

Otherwise, on Marvel Earth, he can occupy any uninhabited island, take root on the island, bask in the sun and perform photosynthesis, live for tens of thousands of years, be at ease every day, do nothing, just Isn’t it beautiful to watch the sunrise and sunset, with rolling clouds and relaxing clouds?

"Then... does Qian Song meet your requirements?" Hu Qingqing asked.

The old worm man shook his head: "It doesn't fit, so originally, I planned to design some plots to teach him to fear fate... But I didn't expect that his subconscious is so tough and powerful, and my spiritual power is not enough to manipulate him. Instead, he was trapped here..."

If Qian Song's consciousness was weaker, he would indeed be led to another story line.

"The bridge? What bridge?" Hu Qingqing asked.

"I don't know, I'm stuck here before I can implement it...Maybe it's because a relative is seriously ill and needs a lot of medical expenses, maybe it's being plotted against, I'm going to jail, maybe it's a sudden disaster, my life is dying, maybe It was the beloved woman who was..."

The old insect man didn't say any more, because Hu Qingqing's face was so dark that it was almost dripping with water. When she heard the words "beloved woman", she automatically substituted herself, so she shook the Jin Ling in her hand and interrupted. The words of the old insect man.

This Jin Ling was simply a reminder of death. The old insect man screamed again and rolled around, as if his head had been stung by thousands of wasps.

Qian Song didn't stop Hu Qingqing from punishing the old bugger man. If it was him, he would only do it harder.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

After the extreme pain, came the bliss. As if the old bug man had been injected with an overdose of stimulants, he changed from wailing to laughing.

Smiling once in a while is good for your physical and mental health.

Laughing non-stop, hoarse, is a kind of torture.

This is the built-in function of Jin Ling's magic weapon, which is exactly the same as the one used by Fairy Zixia in Journey to the West.

It seems that Qian Song subconsciously regards himself as the Supreme Treasure.

It took a while before Hu Qingqing withdrew her "supernatural powers", allowing the old bugger to return to normal.

Although the magic weapon was put away and the worm man returned to his senses, he still remembered everything he had just experienced.

Glancing at Hu Qingqing's hands with lingering fear, the insect crouched on the ground shivering, not daring to speak, let alone move.

"Ah Song, he wants to go to the [Land of Shadows] you so-called. Tell me, has he passed the trial?" Hu Qingqing asked.

The worm subconsciously replied: "Not yet..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill hit him, and he nodded tremblingly: "Passed, passed! He is the best!"

Looking at the bugman who was nodding her head like a chicken pecking rice, Hu Qingqing nodded with satisfaction, she turned to look at Qian Song, the sternness and ice on her face immediately melted like fresh snow and turned into a spring breeze: "A Song, look Come on, he is a soft bone, you can... get out of here right away."

Speaking of this, Hu Qingqing couldn't hide her loss and sadness, so she turned around quickly to prevent Qian Song from seeing her wet eyes.

She had already shed tears in Qian Song's heart once, and she didn't want to cry again in front of him.

Qian Song was also quite upset, he didn't know how to comfort Hu Qingqing, could it be that he would visit her often?

Not to mention this subconscious fantasy world, he doesn't know how to get in and out at all. Once he gets out, he doesn't know when he will be able to come in next time. Even if he knows, he won't be able to stay here for too long.

But if you only come for a few hours each time, what is the difference from visiting a prison?

"I will find a way." Qian Song walked behind Hu Qingqing, turned her body around, stared at her eyes, and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eyes: "I will find a way to put You got it out of here, I promise!"

Now it's all right, Hu Qingqing's tears instantly burst into tears, rolling down like money, Qian Song was in a hurry for a long time, and couldn't wipe it clean.

"Pfft!" Looking at Qian Song's embarrassed look, Hu Qingqing laughed again. Because she cried so hard, her nose bubbles burst out from laughing: "You are still the same... Just these words from you are enough. .”

"Let's go!" Hu Qingqing pushed lightly, and Qian Song leaned back. A layer of hazy light gradually formed a barrier between the two, weaving it layer by layer.

The last thing she left for Qian Song was a bright smiling face: "Don't forget my appearance again, Ah Song!"