Elizabeth on the other side laughed and laughed: "Hahahaha, Zhao Yao, you really like money. You are the most enterprising man I have ever met."

Zhao Yao rolled his eyes. It seemed that the process of injecting intuition was still too difficult to control. He had obviously wanted to inject ideas such as Zhao Yao was a good man and Zhao Yao was very handsome, but he unknowingly put in some other real ideas about money.

Even because that was Zhao Yao’s most instinctive idea, it accounted for a larger proportion and had a greater effect.

Ignoring Elizabeth, he thought to himself: "It seems that it requires more practice to manipulate the sixth sense. If you can not mix the intuition you want to manipulate with your own emotions, you must be able to manipulate and inject individual emotional intuitions stably, which is considered successful."

So Zhao Yao simply stopped asking someone to test it, but instead aimed at the lightning in his arms.

I saw his eyes narrowed slightly, and his lightning body suddenly shivered, and he had already raised his head and stared at Zhao Yao.

"Hmm? Success?"

The next moment, I saw lightning lying on Zhao Yao's right arm, clamping Zhao Yao's arm with both front and back legs, then stuck out his tongue and thrust violently, obviously taking Zhao Yao's right hand as the object.

"Damn, it's really successful, it's amazing." Zhao Yao immediately canceled the illusion, raised his right hand and wanted to throw lightning away quickly, but found that the lightning hugged him tightly, looking unwilling to give up.

After prying lightning's claws one by one, Zhao Yao said in his heart: "It seems that the change of the sixth sense is. Once it involves feelings, it is not only related to me, but also to the other person's own personality. Lightning is obviously too strong, and he immediately thinks about it when he likes it."

Finally pulled the lightning away and put it back on the table. The latter looked at Zhao Yao with a look of unfulfilled expression and said proudly: "How about Zhao Yao? Am I powerful? Are you comfortable just now..."

Bang!

Zhao Yao slapped Lightning's head heavily, and directly smashed the other party's head on the table, as if he was about to smash the table.

"This garbage cat is really beyond help."

The more Zhao Yao practiced, the more he felt the profoundness of the sixth sense. This thing seemed to be just manipulating intuition, but in fact it involved all aspects of emotional details, which were extremely complex, and Zhao Yao could not operate accurately, and he was always unable to achieve his goal 100%.

I've been practicing until I've had supper.

Then I saw Mr. Zhuang and a few old friends, Yi Shi, and he brought Mr. He here with him in a rare way.

However, as soon as a few people entered the cat cafe, they looked frowning.

Zhao Yao looked at Lao He's bitter face and said curiously: "What's wrong? Are you constipated? Without my reminder, have you forgotten to get up and go to the bathroom at night?"

Lao He glared at Zhao Yao angrily, and Zhuang Lao said, "Okay, Zhao Yao, don't tease him. The superpower world in the south is now in corruption. It would be strange if Lao He is in a good mood. I will bring him to relax today."

"Oh? The situation in the south is so bad?" Zhao Yao said as he swept his palm gently on the table, and braised pork, Buddha Jumping the Wall, sweet and sour tenderloin, Jingshu shredded pork, and crystal elbows were all revealed, which made Lao Yu drool.

All these dishes are delicious, but they are not suitable for eating too much, which can easily cause various diseases.

But now it doesn’t matter if Zhao Yao uses illusion to make it. No matter how much he eats, he is not afraid of getting sick. He just needs to enjoy the food purely.

Mr. Zhuang's throat surged. The first one couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and picked up a large piece of crystal elbow. The crystal elbow was reproduced by Zhao Yao based on the feeling he had eaten, while the crystal elbow he had eaten was specially made by Mr. Zhuang and his friends.

I saw the crystal elbows with smooth color, delicate flesh, and thin fat. The smell of meat that came out made Zhuang Lao smell from afar, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After biting it, the crystal elbow melted in the mouth, and the lean meat and fat meat melted together, turning into a meaty fragrance and flowing into Mr. Zhuang's mouth.

Mr. Zhuang ate the crystal elbow, nodded, and followed what Zhao Yao said: "It's not just a bad thing. Our manpower is basically half paralyzed in the super power world in the south." As he said this, the happiness of having just eaten the crystal elbow slowly faded. Mr. Zhuang said with an ugly expression: "Tooth...ah...so amazing, the ability of the Death King is even more than our estimate."

Lao He, who was standing beside him, reminded: "Old Zhuang, isn't this easy to talk about, right?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head: "Zhao Yao is not an outsider." He then looked at Zhao Yaozhen and said seriously: "Zhao Yao, did you have a conflict with Ya on the Internet last time? I know you are very powerful, but I'm afraid you are not Ya's opponent. Since you offended them, you must be careful not to be retaliated by them."

"Oh?" Zhao Yao was indeed not sure about the ability of the Death King at this moment, and said with a curious look: "Is it so lingering?"

"It's much more serious than you think about it." Mr. Zhuang said seriously: "Although we don't know the full picture of the Dead King's ability, there are already a few points that can be confirmed.

First, his ability can turn ordinary people into their own puppets, inject their consciousness into the body of ordinary people, completely suppress the consciousness of ordinary people, and completely control the body of ordinary people.

Second, his ability is diffuse, that is, the controlled puppet can inject consciousness into another ordinary person's body again, which allows his puppet to spread like a virus, but this diffuse should have a limit, so he has not controlled everyone in the world yet, but has only controlled some middle and high-level figures in the south and some apostles' families.

Third, the consciousness between all puppets is the same, and can be connected infinitely and synchronized in real time."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhuang sighed softly and said, "To test these three points, we have sacrificed hundreds of top warriors and assassinated the Dead King more than 15 times. However, due to these three points, as long as we cannot find the true essence of the Dead King, assassination will be useless no matter how many times it is.

Until now, we still know nothing about the body of the Dead King, and all the spread, domination, and battles are all puppets doing it."

Hearing this, Zhao Yao couldn't help frowning and said to himself: "This ability is very troublesome. Among my many abilities, perhaps only illusions are useful? No, maybe only the sixth sense illusion can truly deal with the other party's original body."

He asked, "Then, this Death King, all his consciousness is connected to one? Can his body feel the feeling of a puppet?

Mr. Zhuang frowned: "Unsure, but through our several tests, this should be the case." As he said that, Mr. Zhuang sighed again: "But the most troublesome point is the fourth point."

I heard Mr. Zhuang murmur: "The Dead King can suspend his abilities and restore a puppet to normal."

Zhao Yao nodded solemnly and understood what the other party meant.

If the Death King simply occupied the bodies of ordinary people, then in the end, he would only force people from all over the world to become enemies with him and everyone would be in danger.
Chapter completed!