Song Baojun was beaten so hard that his eyes were full of stars. He blocked the second slap from Dong Changhe with his hand, and reluctantly smiled: "Baby, I have the will to beat me to death, otherwise I would not be your father."

"Fuck Mom, you dare to retaliate!" Dong Changhe was furious and kicked him straight, hitting Song Baojun's belly with a bang.

Song Baojun immediately rolled down, his nose and saliva flowed out of pain, his eardrums buzzed, and almost no sound could be heard. His stomach contracted violently, as if he was stabbed hard.

Curled up and looked up, there were crowds of gloating people around, and everyone had a smile on their faces that were afraid that the world would not be messed up.

Xie Qilu sneered: "Little girl, I'll know the end if I go against us."

Seeing that Song Baojun could no longer resist, Dong Changhe sputum violently sputtered on his face and said, "If you don't beat me, you won't know what fun is. I'll give you three points of color and open a dyeing workshop, dog garbage!"

The crowd gathered more and more, and the noisy inside and outside were three layers. Someone jumped on the periphery and shouted: "What's wrong, let me take a look!"

The other person replied: "Two men are jealous, one man beats one man and one woman watches on the wall. It's that simple, you can go back and write your paper."

Just as Song Baojun was beaten, Long Ya couldn't help but squeeze into the crowd and shouted: "When you beat him well, kill him so that he won't dare to be rampant again in the future. Such people have to be repaired like this."

Everyone was smiling.

Dong Changhe was proud for a moment, looking around, like Ali who won the boxing ring, enjoying the cheers of countless audiences.

Song Baojun felt pain, not only physically, but also mentally. It was particularly uncomfortable to be beaten in public. The pain from the stomach and the malicious ridicule of everyone on the road of life echoed in his ears.

"Song Baojun, why are you so useless?!"

"Song Baojun, you are not a guy!"

"Song Baojun, you failed to pick up girls, your studies failed, and your life was even more failure!"

"Song Baojun, if you fight back or scold, what's the point of living??"

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...

Countless voices hit the eardrums, sneering, sarcasm, and scolding gradually merged into one.

The scene in front of me was distorted and blurred, shattered into pieces. Dong Changhe, Long Ya, Xi Caiwei and all the onlookers collapsed instantly.

Song Baojun suddenly found himself returning to the dream created by his vulgar personality for no reason. He was dark all around, and there was no light. His feet were vague and he could not feel the ground. He slowly tried, but he could not feel his own existence.

"Hehe, it seems we are in trouble." The voice of the vulgar personality suddenly rang out, with a hint of helplessness.

Song Baojun yelled anxiously: "Why did I suddenly come in?"

"Once you fall into a state of extreme pain, you have the chance to fall into the 'image space' created by the thirty-two levels of personality, which is actually a dream."

"Hurry, think of a solution, don't you know everything about the thirty-second personality?"

The vulgar personality said coldly: "You are not that guy's opponent, you can only find the place later."

"How can that be done?" Song Baojun hugged his head and screamed: "I don't want to be a loser in life anymore. Can you do it? If not, we shouldn't integrate. From now on, you can walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge, and I will just be bullied for the rest of my life."

The vulgar personality seems to be extremely embarrassed: "So determined? There are ways to do it, but with the secret energy you have accumulated at present, it is not enough to control a new personality. It is dangerous enough to forcefully integrate with the philosophical personality this morning for a few minutes."

Song Baojun was puzzled: "Dangerous? Didn't it take some effort? I'll eat a lot and sleep for a while."

The vulgar personality had to explain to him: "Philosophy is a very powerful personality, and you can't control your current situation at all. According to the inference of philosophy, the communication and integration of the thirty-two personalities and subjects require energy. This energy philosophy is called "小水", which is commonly known as vital energy, which is a combination of physical strength, willpower and spiritual power."

"Um?"

Vulgar personality: "Why do you need energy? It's very simple. Can ordinary people support several thoughts to communicate in their minds at the same time? You have both weak bodies and no thoughts. When the process of combining personality and subject is insufficient, it will lead to mental disorder and serious consequences of distortion and split personality. None of us will have good results."

"I seem to understand, I just want to continue exercising, right?"

"This is the case in theory. But it also requires more mental power and willpower, such as thinking more about problems and practicing thinking ability." The vulgar personality said disdainfully: "Your secret energy is seriously insufficient, and we can't help you. Forget it, I'm used to being beaten anyway. In short, if you have enough secret energy in the future, you will make plans and will not let them go."

Song Baojun said: "Enough! As long as you can, if not, you won't. Don't talk too much!"

Seeing that his attitude was so firm, the vulgar personality felt a headache like a hero in front of Langya Mountain and said, "The consequences are really serious, you must be mentally prepared."

After a long time, a hoarse voice finally appeared: "Subject, long time no see, I heard we are in trouble."

"What kind of personality do you have?"

"Oh, my pseudonym is bloody. I met at the beginning." The voice said: "My true identity is 'violent personality', rough, violent, perverse, dangerous. I am the number one bad king in the world."

"What a bad king?"

"You just need to know that I'm in danger."

"Very good, I need you, tear our enemies apart!"

The vulgar personality suddenly came out and said, "Because the consequences are unpredictable, the boss thought of a way to ask you, me, and the three personalities of violence to merge at the same time. With my smoothness to assist the danger of violence, there may be a way to save it. The three personalities, the secret energy can only last for up to three minutes."

"Stop talking, come on."

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...

A ball of disorderly and chaotic light flashed, and Song Baojun felt his thoughts return to his body. Opening his eyes, Dong Changhe and Long Ya were still cursing loudly in front of him, and the real time only slipped away for a few seconds.

The body seems to have changed. It is still so weak, and what is more "cell memory".

Some scientists believe that the brain is not the only organ with memory function, and other organs such as the heart, gallbladder, and liver can also store memory, which is what is theoretically called cellular memory.
Chapter completed!