shock! I fell into an infinite survival game and became a god

Chapter 145 Martial Spirit
No. 7's opened eyes slowly closed and then slowly opened again.

"What's going on here?"

No. 7's slowly opened eyes were full of confusion, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

"What are you looking at me doing?"

"Werewolf, why are you sitting on the ground?"

He seemed to have no memory of what had happened before, or perhaps the things he had done before were too strange for him to face.

"It's not you yet. No. 3 wanted to ask what's wrong with you, but you frightened me. I was kind enough to see how you were doing, but you pushed me down. Oh, it's true. You just bullied me into losing my temper."

The werewolf rubbed his butt and stood up. He had just been hurt by the people present, so it was most reasonable for him to talk about it.

No. 7 looked in disbelief and pointed his index finger at his face.

"You said I pushed you? Stop being funny, I didn't push you at all."

Werewolf: It's really a Q-stop.

"With so many people watching, why did I lie to you when I had nothing to do? If you ask them, they all know that it was you who pushed me."

No. 7's questioning arrogance gradually subsided and he whispered: "Is it really me?"

"When No. 3 touched you before, you said something like "How dare you offend or touch the true God", or something that only No. 3 could hear. Maybe it was really not you who pushed it. Do you... have some bloodline or something? Something else?”

Song Bai felt that No. 7's current appearance was different from the way he stood before.

When I stood there, my energy and spirit were better than now, and my temperament was much stronger than now.

Maybe there really is a true god inside him? This is not impossible.

No. 7 was a little solemn.

"You said I said those words?"

He looked back and forth between Song Bai and No. 3, and finally looked at No. 3, because Song Bai said that No. 3 heard it.

"Yes." No. 3 did not dare to look at No. 7's eyes again, and lowered his head slightly.

"How could this happen? Didn't you say you wouldn't come out unless I gave my permission?" No. 7 covered his head and squatted on the ground.

The others looked at each other again. "Do you have a split personality, brother?"

No. 2 couldn't help but say something.

How long has this No. 7 delayed them?

No. 7 did not react to No. 2's words and was immersed in his own world.

But this time, all of them heard a different tone from No. 7's.

"You are lucky that your body can hold my spirit."

"This is my body that is riding on the horse. You are just a little brat without a body. I am very merciful to let you in. What kind of god are you pretending to be?"

No. 7 struggled to say this with his body. Unexpectedly, he fell to the ground the next second, and his body continued to convulse.

"Stick, stuff in mouth."

Song Bai took out an inconspicuous little stick and asked the werewolf to help her stuff the stick into No. 7's mouth.

Seeing No. 7 convulsing like this, it would be terrible if he bit off his tongue.

"When will it be the end?" No. 2 put the glasses on his head on his face and looked around boredly.

After about three minutes, No. 7 stopped twitching.

At this time, he was sweating profusely, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water.

"Are you okay?"

No. 7 weakly took out the stick from his mouth and said, "Who put this in?"

"I am fine."

"What's the condition of your body? Did you lose your body?" Qingfeng knew something about cultivation and things on the fairy island, and couldn't help but curiously asked.

"It's not considered a body snatching. He is my martial spirit."

(End of this chapter)