For Luochuan, the effects of Coke and Sprite are basically negligible.
These are just two drinks with different flavors.
With his strength, there will be no injuries or loss of ntal power.
According to the setting, this seems to be what BUFF is.
Now there is no need to entangle the relationship between Luochuan and the system.
Anyway, even without this BUFF, he can still control what is called a plug-in Void Energy.
Having said that, Void Energy sounds quite powerful, but Luochuan hasn't used it a few tis in such a long ti.
Anyway, the various products in the store are basically equivalent to delicious snacks to Luochuan, and the effect and price are not important at all.
Unscrewing the bottle cap, there was a "chuck" sound, countless bubbles erged from the bottle, and a faint sweet breath passed into the nasal cavity.
After drinking a big sip, the refreshing feeling went straight to the heart, and the whole person was refreshed.
Wait, there seems to be sothing wrong.
Didn't he go back to the room to sleep, why did he drink refreshing Sprite?
Luo Chuan looked at the majority of Sprite left, and after thinking about it, he screwed on the cap and threw it into the system space.
Stop drinking, go to sleep.
Of course, I don't forget to wash briefly before going to bed. This is a habit that Luochuan has long developed.
Although it doesn't make a difference for him to wash or not, he just likes to do it.
Sotis the sense of ritual is still very important, and doing things doesn't need so many reasons.
Putting his hands under the hot wind to dry them, Luo Chuan couldn't help but yawned, and bursts of sleepiness erged like a tide.
Having done so many things tonight, he was a little tired.
As the saying goes, Traverser who doesn't want to be a dedicated director is not a good boss. Luo Chuan feels that he is like this now.
It is too dedicated to hold multiple positions.
Lying on the soft and comfortable bed with the quilt covered, Luo Chuan suddenly felt as if he had forgotten sothing before turning off the light.
But he didn't care. After lying on the bed, he couldn't open his eyes. The brain had fallen into a semi-sleep state, unable to think too much.
Being forgotten ans that it is not an important thing. If it is not important, there is no need to worry. If you are not in a hurry, you do not need to work hard to think about what it is.
Now he just wants to sleep, no matter what, wait until tomorrow when he wakes up.
Of course at that ti he might have forgotten again...
In the system space, bursts of beast-like roars echoed, and the attack ford by the black fog flew out in all directions, and quickly disappeared into the gorgeous background like a galaxy.
Soul Lock is venting his irritable emotions in this way.
After accepting the gift of the gods, his personality has changed drastically from before, and his irritability is just one of them.
After drinking the bottle of "Origin Coke", the injuries he suffered in the turbulence of space completely recovered.
He wondered why the young man who claid to be the boss had done this, and at the sa ti he was still looking for a way to leave.
Since sothing was thrown in, there must be an exit.
But now the soul lock has given up searching, even if there is an exit, it is not what he can find.
He has been completely trapped here, a prisoner, and an unknown fate awaits him.
Soul Lock took a few deep breaths and let out a strange laugh, finally stopped the useless attack.
What's next?
Soul Lock stood in the void space, looking at the dreamlike scene like a starry sky in the distance, which only made him feel the endless despair.
Just as the soul lock's mood beca more and more irritable, he suddenly noticed that the space in front of him was twisted like a whirlpool again-a bottle fell from the whirlpool.
"What is it this ti?"
Soul Lock grabbed the bottle in his hand, and his heart was filled with curiosity, and he was not in the mood to think about being trapped here.
Soul Lock looked at the bottle, and the words "Origin Sprite" ca into his vision.
"Sprite? What is this and what does it have to do with Coke?" Soul Lock whispered to himself. At this mont, no one was destined to answer his doubts.
Soul Lock soon discovered sothing wrong.
The bottle nad Sprite seems to have been opened before, and it is not the sa as the last Coke.
Soul Lock didn't care about this, anyway, it made no difference to him whether it could be opened or not, anyway, he still had to taste it in the end.
Soul Lock had already understood his current situation, he was just a little **** in the ga of the gods, he belonged to the involuntary kind.
It is better to cooperate obediently than to make senseless resistance, anyway, he is just a dispensable patriarch.
There is another very important reason, Soul Lock is also looking forward to the taste of Sprite.
The gift of the gods can bring great power, and it also has extrely strong side effects. His sense of taste has long since disappeared.
But just now, the item nad Coke actually made him taste the long-lost taste.
At that ti, Soul Lock felt that he had hallucinations.
Eating has no taste, which is undoubtedly an extrely scary thing for many intelligent lives who like food.
And this is just one of the side effects of the gifts of the gods, and the alienated body is another extrely obvious side effect.
It is precisely because of this that Soul Lock their spirits are more or less problematic.
Soul Lock regretted why he didn't taste the taste of Coke.
I don't know the difference and connection between Sprite and Coke, and whether it will have any special effects.
Although Soul Lock also knew that this might be a special experint, does he have the ability to resist now?
Soul Lock sighed, cald the restless mood, and focused on the Sprite in his hand.
Why is Sprite turned on? Doubts appeared in his mind again.
Shaking his head, putting aside the thought, the soul lock grew his mouth, ready to throw Sprite in.
His movents suddenly stopped, and finally he switched to another way of taste.
He didn't taste the taste of Coke very much, this ti Sprite will definitely taste the taste.
Slowly unscrewing the bottle cap, the sound of gassing appeared, and countless small bubbles on the inner wall of the bottle continued to rise.
The vertical pupil of the soul lock shrank slightly, and he looked at the situation in the bottle. He didn't see such a situation in the Coke just now.
This kind of unique phenonon would definitely treat it as a poison in normal tis, and it would still be a kind of extrely terrifying dicine.
But now...
Soul Lock sighed deeply, brought the bottle to his mouth, and took a sip.
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