Chapter 78 Executioner (fifth update)

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 78 Executioner (fifth update)

In the field of human cognition, memory can be divided according to content into image memory, emotional memory, logical memory and action memory, among which emotional memory is a memory with emotions or emotions experienced in the past as the content.

Assuming that the Girl of Gluttony cannot separate the parts of the memory that she can choose to absorb, then when the Girl of Gluttony eats the brain, the emotional memory will enter the Girl of Gluttony's body like a hidden chronic poison.

Ability gods are generally high-dimensional, powerful, instinctive and rational beings. In order to maintain their "divinity", they often do not have so many emotions when they are born, and even if they individually begin to have similar

Things like emotions will be slowly erased over time, and they will eventually be classified as absolutely rational beings.

As a God of Gluttony, the Girl of Gluttony naturally does not need such superfluous things, but she may have really absorbed too many parts about emotions in the past, so that she became a special God who has lived for a long time but still has emotional characteristics.

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The Daughter of Gluttony has emotions, which is recognized research by the occult group. Although the Daughter of Gluttony has done countless cruel things to the human world, the Daughter of Gluttony does have emotions for humans. This is true when she faces her own believers.

This is particularly prominent when He will take care of individual believers whom He likes as heirs, just like a human mother treats her children.

It is very likely that the "divinity" of the Girl of Gluttony as an alien god made her realize the "harm" of the emotional memories in her head to him, so her rationality began to make her refuse to eat the brains of living things, for fear that it would continue to aggravate the pain.

A condition called "emotion".

In this way, the reason why the daughter of gluttony does not eat the heads of living things makes sense.

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Xin Junmao's hands were tightly wrapped by translucent tentacles full of mucus, suspending Xin Junmao about ten centimeters above the ground.

Miss Zhao, who was wearing a plum blossom cheongsam, was sitting on a red sofa chair, leaning against the sofa, her slender legs crossed, and a pair of false beautiful eyes flashing on and off her face, as if she was looking at a man with a bad mood.

He looked at Xin Junmao and said, "You promised me that you would listen to me no matter what you said, but you actually hurt me just now."

Xin Junmao swallowed nervously, "I...do I?"

"I said I wanted you to be my executioner, and you agreed." Miss Zhao looked at the other party with some resentment, and I took that look of pity to be extremely lethal.

But now Xin Junmao may have been protected by the power of the comb. He was not "charmed" by Miss Zhao like last time, but instead maintained his own sanity.

Xin Junmao wanted to delay time, so he asked with a smile: "Okay... executioner, what is that?"

"He's the executioner you often call him." Upon hearing Xin Junmao's question, Miss Zhao actually smiled and answered his question, "We hold a ceremony every year. If there were no executioner, people would eat food on their birthdays every year.

No more delicious dishes.”

As she spoke, Miss Zhao let out a sigh and said: "It's a pity that my executioner just died not long ago. She was obviously so loyal to me and said she was willing to be my executioner for the rest of her life. I gave her everything she was happy to do."

to her eternal happiness.

But... but who knew that she actually died not long ago and committed suicide by jumping off the rails." As she spoke, Miss Zhao acted as if she was crying sadly, as if she was really feeling sad and heartbroken for the dead female killer.

However, soon, she changed the subject, and her face suddenly became ferocious, with cracked textures appearing on her face and various parts of her body. Those textures turned into strips of moving meat, like small snakes, staring covetously at the lamb-like Xin Junmao.

, she yelled viciously: "Liar! Big liar! She obviously promised to be with me forever, but she actually left me without saying a word."

After saying that, she returned to her normal human appearance, and said pitifully to Xin Junmao: "You can't lie to me."

"I...why should I lie to you?" Xin Junmao laughed dryly.

"You are my first executioner, and you are my favorite person all the time." Miss Zhao said with a cheerful smile.

Xin Junmao was stunned for a moment, "First one, me? Didn't you just say that the female killer was also your executioner?"

"She is the fourth executioner, second only to your first one, and one of my favorite executioners." Miss Zhao proudly crossed her arms, like a proud peacock.

"Then according to the ranking, I should be the fifth one, right?" Xin Junmao was confused.

"Haha." Miss Zhao smiled softly, took a few steps forward, put half of her body on Xin Junmao's chest, held Xin Junmao's face with both hands, and said, "You are the first one, but you have forgotten it.

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Xin Junmao just felt a little baffled. He already thought that he was a miserable person who happened to be mistaken by the other party and then shot him for no reason.

"Okay, let's not talk so much. Let's get straight to the point and hold the inauguration ceremony of the executioner!" Miss Zhao touched Xin Junmao's head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, don't be afraid, it will be soon.

"

With that said, the stunningly beautiful Miss Zhao didn't even wait for Xin Junmao to say no. She pinched Xin Junmao's cheeks and forcibly opened his mouth. Then she transformed one of her fingers into a mantis-like hand knife.

Put it into Xin Junmao's mouth.

It seemed that after realizing that Miss Zhao wanted to cut off his tongue, Xin Junmao resisted in panic. However, under the control of the other party's powerful power, his resistance was meaningless, and even became cute in the eyes of Miss Zhao.

The naughty behavior made her laugh non-stop.

Just when Miss Zhao was about to cut out Xin Junmao's tongue and make Xin Junmao mute, suddenly a bare hand with a Buddhist bead in its mouth passed through the void and slapped Miss Zhao on the forehead.

Miss Zhao immediately flew backwards with her withered head and hit the wall hard.

It was this perfectly timed attack that allowed Xin Junmao to escape the fate of having his tongue cut off. In the end, his tongue was only slightly abraded.

Miss Zhao, who was attacked again, couldn't bear it anymore. She got up from the ground where she fell. Her lower body turned into flowing blood and white tentacles slowly appeared on her upper body. Miss Zhao stared fiercely at the void.

The figure walked out and gritted his teeth and said: "Aren't you already dead? Why do you still show up? And I obviously won that time, but now you are willing to gamble and refuse to admit it!"

The shadow gradually solidified, and in Xin Junmao's eyes, it slowly turned into a beautiful bhikshuni. She was holding Buddha beads and smiling peacefully, like a compassionate and peaceful Bodhisattva.

The nun who walked out of the comb did not speak, but looked at Miss Zhao calmly, and stood in front of Xin Junmao, making Miss Zhao even more angry.

He transformed and changed his body shape again, becoming a huge mass with countless male and female limbs biting and intertwining with each other, looking full of abnormality and weirdness.

The fifth update is over, I went to bed, I have to go to work tomorrow morning...
Chapter completed!