Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

[Okay, stop wasting time]

[As for the rest, we can talk about it after we get out.]

The little moon circled around Qin Mo, grabbing the annoying little dark cloud in his hand and kneading it.

Qin Mo nodded.

One man and two figures rushed towards the crack in the dream realm. During this time, Qin Mo remembered something and his eyes darkened.

The power of rules is operating, somewhere in the realm of dreams.

"waste!".

"You can't do anything I tell you to do. No wonder in your master's heart, you are not even as good as a chess piece."

The fallen subordinate, with a faint shadow of a small moon between his eyebrows, scolded with an unexpected look on his face.

"you......".

The object of the fallen subordinate's scolding, "Hua Chi" gritted his teeth with a gloomy face.

creak!creak!

The finger bones made slight dislocation sounds as the owner continued to exert force.

"Hua Chi" had a gloomy look in his eyes, staring at the fallen subordinate viciously.

Kill her!

What are you hesitating about...kill her...

"Hua Chi" with frowned brows heard his own voice in his mind bewitching.

No... She is still useful to the Master... I can't...

"Hua Chi" shook away the voice in his head and forced himself to calm the murderous intent in his heart.

Snapped!

A clear knocking sound suddenly rang out.

Following the sound, "Hua Chi"'s eyes widened.

The woman who had just been cursing at him with disdain was now kneeling on the ground with her hands covering her chest, her face full of pain, and her legs bent.

Dengdeng!

"Hua Chi" stepped back suddenly to avoid the opponent.

puff!

The bright red blood sprayed on the ground, dazzling and eye-catching.

The fallen subordinate's eyes were bloodshot as he stared blankly at the pool of blood spurting out not far away.

After a while, the fallen subordinate's pupils shrank sharply and his eyes lost their color.

Then he fell straight into his own blood.

"you......".

The fallen subordinate companion "Hua Chi" jumped away in fear as if in response to the stress, with a look of realization on his face.

The confused and timid expression seemed to say, I know nothing, I did nothing, it's none of my business.

[Congratulations on killing a fallen subordinate and obtaining a Mist Silver Bag x1]

Misty silver bag?

Qin Mo had a complicated expression.

The reward for killing a fallen subordinate is actually a mist silver bag that can only be obtained in C-level trial areas and above.

The feeling of getting game rewards for free has been lingering in Qin Mo's mind.

The unexpected reward suddenly aroused Qin Mo's interest in the fallen subordinate.

Then, Qin Mo checked the other party's message.

[Name: Fallen Subordinate]

[Fallen Subordinate: Abandoner is its other identity. Those who violate the great spirit of the Black Mist Contract and are abandoned by the Black Mist will bear the Black Mist's wrath for life and be wanted by the Black Mist for a bounty]

[Features: Copy (no limit on strength, copies 10% of the ruler's abilities)]

[Self-introduction: An existence hated by God]

[Evaluation: A red flower becomes redder when it is close to vermilion, and a black flower becomes blacker when it is close to ink (ruined, ruined, what a pity for a piece of excellent rice paper)]

Such a perverted characteristic...

Qin Mo sighed.

After browsing, Qin Mo had a general understanding of the so-called fallen affiliates.

In short, the fallen affiliates are actually the affiliates who signed the contract item blank paper and violated the contract after being witnessed by the black fog.

My heart skipped a beat.

Qin Mo called up the panel information of the blank paper and stared at it thoughtfully.

Blank paper, blank paper...it turns out there is this meaning.

After all, this thing is exactly the same as a blank contract for humans.

Qin Mo turned off the panel, looked up, and slowly exhaled.

thought.

Do these affiliates know the horror of signing a blank contract?

Once a dispute arises, the affiliates will be put in an extremely passive situation.

With emotions surging, Qin Mo recalled the first time he met Qin Lao, Qin Wei and his group.

Thinking of the fearful attitude of Qin Lao, Qin Wei and his companions towards them, combined with the blank paper, Qin Mo had some vague guesses.

Although it was called a guess, Qin Mo was already certain in his heart that Qin Lao, Qin Wei and his companions must have had a hard time in the past.

Stroking the silver bracelet, Qin Mo's inner caution towards the information on the panel rose sharply.

Qin Mo has clearly realized that some things may not be revealed on the panel.

Blank paper, dependents, and fallen dependents. Qin Mo still had some questions about these three.

Qin Mo was not anxious about these doubts.

He planned to wait until he returned to the Novice Village and then ask Mr. Qin in detail.

The opportunity to escape from the dream realm was right in front of him. Qin Mo's eyes moved, and all the messy thoughts in his mind were temporarily put behind him.

"Nuannuan!".

Ok?

Qin Mo looked towards the little moon reflexively.

In his sight, Little Moon rushed towards him with a pale face.

Before Qin Mo realized what was happening, his feet suddenly felt empty.

At the same time, thousands of cold and sinister laughs instantly occupied Qin Mo's sea of ​​consciousness like dense thunder in summer.

"Brother! Big sister!".

Yong Zhou's panicked voice became Qin Mo's last memory.

Click!

Without the support of the dream beast's power, the dream realm completely collapsed.

When he woke up again, Qin Mo found that waves of warmth were slowly spreading from the red line on his wrist to his whole body.

Looking around, Qin Mo raised his head.

In the darkness, a ray of beautiful moonlight always enveloped him, and the golden stars in the sky were always hanging above his head, shining.

The two familiar figures made Qin Mo feel that Xiao Yueliang and Yong Zhou were by his side.

This is my own sea of ​​consciousness...

After taking a closer look, Qin Mo realized it clearly.

Qin Mo's consciousness is overseas.

The lord-level black fog creatures who were working for others were dumbfounded. In the end, the original power of the dream beast tribe that they had worked so hard to kill and condense was just being enjoyed by a human like Qin Mo.

For a moment, the lord-level black fog creature wanted to refine Qin Mo and the dream beast's original power together.

Panting heavily, the lord-level black fog creature secretly told himself to stay calm.

If he really condensed Qin Mo and vented his anger, his dream of becoming a god would be a distant dream.

The dream beast tribe's unexpected move made the busy lord-level black fog creatures feel sick.

The desperate Dream Beast tribe didn't want to do it either, but they had nowhere else to go...

It is better to benefit others than to benefit the beasts that have destroyed their race.

Here, apart from the genocidal beasts, their own followers, Qin Mo and the two members of the Shadow Clan, there are no other living creatures.

Time is running out, and the dream beast tribe has reached a consensus and unanimously chose Qin Mo. This is an honor for Qin Mo.

Of course, Qin Mo himself said that he did not want this honor.

While the lord-level black fog creatures thought they had won and let down their guard, the dream beast tribe escaped from the clutches of the lord-level black fog creatures and decisively ran towards Qin Mo.

That's why Xiaoyue and Yongzhou suddenly cried out.

The core of the dream beast clan's original power sank into Qin Mo's body. As his mind moved at will, the lord-level black fog creature locked Qin Mo, who was receiving its power, in its hand.

With his eyes fluctuating, the lord-level black fog creature, who had calmed down again and again, simply acted as Qin Mo's guard during his retreat.

There is still a large amount of consciousness of the dream beast clan in the core of the dream beast clan's original power. The consciousness of Qin Mo, a fragile human being, is likely to be destroyed by the consciousness of the dream beast clan.

The lord-level black fog creature knew it, but it had no intention of helping.

The lord-level black fog creature said that the food was prepared and fed into your mouth, but you ended up getting burned to death because of the food, so who can you blame?

The lord-level black fog creature who felt wronged felt that there was no need to repeatedly wrong himself because of others.