"That universe...had it moved just now?"

Mobius felt that he had read it wrong and looked at the most inconspicuous one of the countless black balls in front of him in surprise.

Each black ball is a universe. Standing in the blood domain, looking up, countless black balls are quietly wrapped in countless blood domain energy, and are motionless in their respective positions.

Countless living beings survive in these universes, and countless joys and sorrows are taking place.

But Mobius clearly felt that one of the small ones among these black balls was obviously moving...

Through the vast blood domain, Mobius came to this small universe and looked at it suspiciously.

He didn't feel any special aura, it was very common.

"Is it a rare cancerous universe?" Mobius pondered.

The moving universe is a relatively common type of universe that has given birth to Gaia's consciousness, and the deformed cancerous universe is also a relatively common type of universe that has given birth to self-consciousness.

Although this so-called "common" is put into the multiverse, it is also a one in a billionth of probability.

Mobius was not afraid of the universe itself, but was afraid that there was a big guy lurking in this universe who he could not afford to offend... What was even more afraid of was that this guy who might have noticed his changes.

The sensitive Mobius always has to think about something that he could not have imagined in the past. A group of guys such as Apocalypse, Mandrak kept stimulating him and making him so funny.

Mobius's face was as deep as water, his whole face was covered with an ugly battle helmet like a can, and his deep eyes were flickering, observing the universe.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the universe in front of him always gives him a feeling of being a thief…

This feeling comes from inexplicable.

"I would have liked my chair, I shouldn't have been discarded at the beginning."

Mobius was a little regretful. If the chair of Mobius he created was still there, he could instantly connect to countless dimensions and countless universes that captured countless information engraved on the timeline, and instantly calculate the most likely answer.

Although the Chair of Mobius is not omnipotent, it is indeed very convenient.

Then, Mobius really noticed the breath of the chair...

The Chair of Mobius suddenly appeared inside the universe in front of him, sending him a signal: "Come on, come in quickly~"

Mobius frowned and hesitated more and more. If he remembered correctly, his chair seemed to have been driven away by Donnie.

An inexplicable voice suddenly came from the inside of this small universe: "Mobius, when you come to my territory, don't you plan to come in and sit?"

Mobius's brows leaped, his eyes that were like light bulbs flashed, his face changed slightly, and his heart suddenly stumbled.

This is the territory of the new god?

That Donnie, in this universe, was watching him like a monkey?

Mobius suddenly remembered that there were rumors that the new god had a secret stronghold in the multiverse, which was the base camp and rear of the new god, but no one could find this place...

"I've been disturbed."

Mobius turned around and left without hesitation, leaping at an astonishing speed, digging a clear trajectory in the blood domain, and diving into the depths of the blood domain.

He had already turned pale and was in a very bad mood, with a hint of shock, unwillingness and anger.

Why, why did this group of people come to the door one by one? Why did he just go to a place to live and get into troubled new gods??

Why?

Before he got the anti-life equation, these bastards couldn't even see a ghost. When he finally got the anti-life equation, how could he come to him one by one?!

brazen!

Mobius suppressed his panic and almost cursed, and was almost furious. He was furious. These hyenas are bastards!

What is the most painful thing in the world? It is the sadness after getting a magical weapon that is enough to turn the tables, and suddenly being killed by a group of villains and completely losing the magical weapon!

Behind him, Donnie's voice was like a ghost: "No one has ever found my base camp. You are the first one, and you just want to leave like this?"

No matter where Mobius moved, there will always be a shadow following him, like a shadow.

Just kidding, Donnie has a mother box in his hand, and it is not too easy to pursue an undeveloped Mobius.

Mobius was furious, his anger rose, enough to burn out the entire antimatter universe, and millions of antimatter life forms would tremble in his anger.

He turned around and shouted in anger, firmly:

"I just passed by! I saw nothing!!"

The humiliation and depression in my heart are like big bugs, desperately gnawing on the self-esteem of this anti-monitor.

The noble family of surveillanceists, as the main surveillance man, Mobius is proud of his thigh hair, because he is completely different from other people except Mandrak! He was born noble and was the ruler of the antimatter universe, and he really didn't bow to anyone.

But today he had to bow his head.

Everything was to preserve the anti-life equation. This was his biggest secret. It took so long to find it. After suffering so much pain, he could barely bear the anti-life equation with his body. He would never be willing to throw it away just like that.

Donnie sneered, his figure traveled through the endless blood domain, chasing Mobius tightly, and finally blocked Mobius after using the mother box to open the sound explosion channel several times.

With a soothing sound, a square thing was thrown at Mobius, "Are you talking about your chair just now? I'll give it back to you."

Mobius's bloated body finally stopped and raised a large number of waves. He cautiously reached out and threw out an energy wave, blocking the thing Downey threw. He clearly sensed the excitement coming from the object.

That's right, it's indeed the Chair of Mobius that I just mentioned.

But... why did it be a little shorter?

Mobius paused, suddenly widened his eyes, and looked at the bench in front of him in disbelief that was the size of his palm.

Gulu!

With his throat rolling, Mobius's head was stunned for a moment, and he stared at the square small stool in front of him in a daze.

With his lips silenced, Mobius stretched out his trembling fingers: "Give me my chair..."

Chair? The chair created by Mobius is a throne! It is a square, simple but atmospheric throne!

How come it was transformed into a bench when it fell into Donnie's hands?

Is there anything so miserable?

"This is not my chair." Mobius said slowly, his voice difficult and obscure.

He looked at the guy standing in front of him, and the face behind the battle helmet was already as dark as the bottom of the pot.
Chapter completed!