Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

Xiao Shi thought for a while, and replied: "In the **** 楽 dance... there are people praying for a good harvest, rain, children, and many more... anyway, there is no sleep aid, but my mother told me that if one day I suffer from insomnia I can’t fall asleep anymore, I can fall asleep if I sing a song."

"Okay, then you go to the fairyland and sing to the captives that Shelley captured."

—As long as you look at the belief value, the belief value decreases, indicating that the song is working.

The poem of sleep by Seto Hanayome is a very funny song...

By the way, Xiao Shi is sure to be a heroic poem (distant eye)

Chapter 407

Ma Sha opened the random door to the world of the car, and nodded to Xiao Maki who was wearing a body armor and a helmet.

Xiao Shi looked very calm, went straight through the random door, entered the fairyland, and then began to sing the song her mother taught her.

Just in case, everyone is now wearing headsets, but Masha still hears a little bit.

But it feels completely useless.

Ma Sha glanced at the magic weapon, the faith was consumed.

"Attention everyone, this song works. Don't stop Xiao Shi! Faith points are consumed, it's a pity not to sing!"

As soon as the voice fell, Qianxun, the party secretary, and Shelley Fei also ran past the random door, and Ma Sha hurriedly closed the door when he saw it.

Chihiro squatted directly on the ground: "This song is so effective, I obviously turned on the white noise while wearing headphones, but it turned out to be drowsy for an instant."

The party secretary seemed to be less affected than Qianxun, but he sat down and said, "I won't be afraid of insomnia anymore."

"Don't!" Ma Sha said, "1000 beliefs are more expensive than treatment! The treatment is only 500!"

"Your treatment is just a hand treatment, right? Maybe you can treat more than 500 serious injuries." Shelley said, she looked behind Masha, "Hey, look at the back."

Ma Sha turned his head to look behind, and found that Guigui, Hongye, and Huagushuang had all fallen.

-Is the ability to resist this song related to intelligence?

—My intelligence is immune to the effect, but the 18-intelligence Spirited Away Shelley and them are all affected.

-The party secretary seems to be less affected, is she 20 intelligence?

-Can't it?

—I don’t think there is any extraordinary buff in the party secretary, can it be said that it is 19 intelligence? So when calculating the effect resistance, it is not two levels and one jump, but every level has an effect?

—It's possible.

The party secretary asked: "How is the situation over there?"

"Still singing."

"Are you completely okay?"

Ma Sha shrugged: "Maybe it's because I have a special immunity judgment as the master, doctor and captain?"

The party secretary spread both hands, seeming to have accepted this statement.

At this time, Xiao Shi sang to the part that clearly seemed to be the end.

Then Masha heard her say: "I finished singing, and both of them were completely asleep."

Ma Sha nodded—even though Xiao Shi could not see, he nodded habitually.

Then he opened the random door, and Xiao Shi walked over as soon as the door opened, holding a helmet and body armor in his hand.

"I said this protection is too exaggerated." She said as she put the things on the racks and arranged them-since Xiao Shi joined the camp, she sorted out the world's debris in the car as soon as she had time, and now she is half sorted. NS.

Xiao Shi is like the gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder. The neatly placed guns and equipment give Ma Sha finally the feeling of "I have a wife too".

Before his sisters didn't tidy up at all, everyone had a good time together.

While Xiao Maki put things away, Qianxun stood up and went into the fairyland to check the prisoners lying on the ground.

"Well, I slept very well, I guess they won't wake up even if we play drums in their ears."

Ma Sha picked up the dream top: "Very well, I want to interrogate them in my dream. Then look at the results of the interrogation to decide whether to let them go or...let them nourish our wonderland."

In fact, Ma Sha didn't want to let go of superpowers at all, it was the nourishment of the big banyan tree after all.

The translator can be let go. They are just a errand, there is no need to kill them, instill a bunch of false information, and put them back as a mouthpiece.

The premise is that the middle-aged man is really an interpreter. In case he is also a wicked person, I am sorry, please moisten the apple tree here.

Ma Sha happily made a decision: "Interrogate the translator first!"

After a while, Masha was already in the translator's dream.

It was a nightmare. The translator was holding the leg of a Soviet officer who could not see clearly, begging for something.

There is a glass wall next to them, and the other side of the wall is undergoing human experiments-it should be a superpower.

Ma Sha was speechless.

—No one can fall into the hands of KGB in the future.

—It turns out that slicing is not just a joke...KGB researchers, really know how to slice!

—I'll ask where this research institute is in a moment, and I will bring justice to this evil research institute, and draw these people over to nourish my apple tree.

Ma Sha snapped his fingers, and the whole dream was still.

The translator didn't notice anything strange at first, and was still crying, until Ma Sha entered his field of vision, he looked at Ma Sha in shock.

"Flick your tongue~" The translator said something to Ma Sha, but Ma Sha couldn't understand it anyway.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Masha asked.

The translator was stunned for a moment. This reaction is just what he will do!

Sure enough, the next moment, he said: "I will, I am a translator."

"That's it, that's good, I have something to ask you. You just begged this—" Ma Sha glanced at the officer’s rank and found it blurred. After all, this is a dream. There are so many things in the dream. It is vague, "This officer, what are you begging for?"

The translator glanced at the officer. At this time, he obviously felt that something was wrong, but he answered honestly: "My son, they are going to experiment with my son. I want them to stop."

"Now they have stopped." Masha shrugged. "But what I want to tell you is that this is a dream."

"Dream?" The translator looked around in confusion, "This... uh, it looks..."