My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 94 Surprise
After the Ghost Head Knife slashed through the gate, the blood light dissipated a lot, only a faint brilliance enveloped Mo Ming and the blade.

He still couldn't control himself, but the reminder from the mall was long overdue.

[Hint: Regardless of the danger, you forcibly killed the Roshan monster at the peak of level 10, your courage is touching, gold coins +600! 】

Mo Ming was startled.

How do you feel that the mall is mocking?Is it because I didn't listen to its prompts and advice, and used the Hundred Ghosts tempered version of the ghost head knife when I was not strong enough?

I'm a bit reckless, but how can I easily break the predicament if I don't, although, it seems that I have attracted more trouble... Anyway, it's a knife to stretch my head and shrink my head!

Mo Ming immediately seized the opportunity and shouted desperately in his heart: "Mall! Help me pull it back!"

At a critical juncture, he suffered another heart attack.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, getting hotter and hotter, like a surging star, a strong momentum was generated, and it temporarily broke free from the shackles of blood light.

He grabbed the ghost head knife and threw it into Xiuxian Mall.

The red light in the eyes of the pitch-black figure shrank slightly, as if he couldn't believe that an ant on the seventh floor of Qi Refining Realm actually took away his magic weapon in front of him.

However, it doesn't matter. Now that he has returned successfully, he will eventually get everything back, and no one can escape.

"My name is Wu Haodong, and you are also a cultivator of immortality? You are worthy of being a servant of my generation. It is just right for me to be the servant who opens the door. After all, sometimes, the door will be locked by itself when the master is not around. You should be able to experience this kind of feeling now." The pain of not being able to go home? This damn secret realm!"

The other party's voice was hoarse and dry, rubbing like sandpaper, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. At this time, he was quite happy and seemed a little chatty.

Mo Ming had a toothache for a while. Now he can really understand the pain of being unable to return home, and he wished to hack him to death.

But he didn't dare to act rashly, because the opponent's strength was definitely at the Foundation Establishment level, and it would be difficult for him to survive a round unless he hid in Qingjing Mountain.

How long until return?Can it be delayed to less than 3 minutes?
Just as he was about to speak, he tried to procrastinate: "My name is Wang Mingliang..."

Wu Haodong interrupted: "Okay, there isn't much time left, let's play an interesting little game."

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the darkness surged in front of his eyes.

Mo Zixiu and Xiao Qiyan were pulled over with confused faces. When they saw Mo Ming, they immediately asked with concern: "Brother Ming (Captain), are you alright?"

"He's fine, I'm fine." Wu Haodong smiled instead of Mo Ming, and the laughter became more and more joyful, even showing a hint of perversion.

"You guys tell a horror story that you have personally experienced. It must be scary enough to scare me, otherwise, I will make up for the lack of horror for you."

The three of them were startled. Unexpectedly, they went around and went back to the theme of the villa's story meeting.

This can be regarded as having a beginning and an end, not forgetting the original intention, but this game is not interesting at all, only a strong taste of evil...

I'm sick, the stinky habit of not being good at the villa and like to make up a few horror stories is from you, right?As long as I read a few stories when I was a child, I will not be so barren and boring!

Mo Ming secretly complained, relieved the pressure, and at the same time thought about the way to break the situation. If his guess is correct, maybe he can really tell a horror story that scares the other party.

"You come first." Wu Haodong pointed at Xiao Qiyan with messy hair.

Xiao Qiyan swallowed his saliva and started to talk about his past experience in the secret realm with some stuttering. However, he was interrupted by Wu Haodong in less than a minute.

Wu Haodong shook his head, and said in a disappointed tone: "Your story is not scary at all, it makes me want to sleep, I will make it up for you, you died, you were burned alive by your own flame, burned for 49 days, It was refined into a human pill, oh, it can be called a relic, and then I ate it, and it tasted pretty good.”

Mo Ming was speechless, what rubbish third-rate novels.

Xiao Qiyan trembled in fright, once he thought that such an absurd ending might happen to him, he couldn't calm down anymore, this way of death is so painful!

Wu Haodong immediately pointed to Mo Zixiu, who was barely keeping calm on the surface, and said, "It's your turn."

Mo Zixiu's pupils shrank slightly, and he now understood what kind of terrifying existence Mo Ming was afraid of.

Whether it's Fan Wensheng who is holding the Xieyigui head knife, or the unbeatable Roshan monster, at least he has the ability to fight and feel the general strength of the opponent.

But the seemingly inconspicuous black shadow in front of the door exudes an indescribable mysterious aura, and its strength is unfathomable, so that people can't even arouse the will to resist.

He racked his brains, trying to tell a horror story that would satisfy the other party, but he couldn't beat him again and again, so he could only look at the rules of the game to see if he could escape.

At the juncture of life and death, Mo Zixiu stimulated his potential and had an idea.

He tried his best to organize the language and told the story that happened in the villa this time.

In particular, the shocking appearance of Fan Wensheng and Roshan led to a more terrifying opponent, which was vigorously rendered and depicted.

This is actually his true thought. This trip to the villa story meeting is definitely the scariest story he has personally experienced so far, and it is also suitable for him to say it here.

Mo Zixiu has already seen that the last big drama is likely to be a story written by this guy himself, using the hands of the traverser to break the closed barrier of the villa, and then sentence the three of them to death.

Behind the hopes won by all efforts time and time again, there is the abyss of despair, the reversal of the two poles is shocking.

He must be very satisfied with his work, so he can't deny that the stories he carefully fabricated are not scary, right?Using the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son may not be without a chance.

There is often a hidden way of life in the murderous intent of the secret realm, and sometimes it is better to outwit than fight.

The more Mo Zixiu talked, the more excited he became. He had been talking for 5 minutes, and the other party seemed to be listening with gusto, nodding frequently.

Really funny?
Xiao Qiyan smiled bitterly, his brain is indeed inferior to Mo Zixiu's aura, is it possible that Mo Zixiu is going to get out of this crisis?
"Enough," Wu Haodong said with a sudden smile, "Your story is indeed terrifying."

When Mo Zixiu heard this, he was overjoyed.

Wu Haodong's voice suddenly became extremely cold and cruel, like a pot of ice water poured on Mo Zixiu's hair.

"But are you copying my story?! Very good, every plot you said today will be repeated on you over and over again, cutting your body and soul to pieces with each knife. This is your original story. Horror stories!"

Mo Zixiu's whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, his eyes were absent-minded, from hope to despair, isn't it just the reversal of polarities that the other party likes?Cleverness is mistaken by cleverness!

Wu Haodong's scarlet eyes kept flashing, as if to say, surprise or surprise.

In the end, he looked at Mo Ming and was pleasantly surprised again.

"Sorry, your storytelling time was delayed by your companion. Now, you only have three seconds left, and you can only say, three words, hahahahahaha——"

Wanton laughter resounded through the world.

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