letter from the robin

The second game started one morning.There was no warning.Just a shaki god, they were already standing on a high platform.Underfoot is a transparent glass panel.Evil spirits churn in the frying pan.Blast into strange shapes. "Good morning, gentlemen. The second game begins." Tong Sheng didn't say much.The glass broke in front of Xin Wenxiu and Fang Haofeng, and a wooden bridge was vacated in the oil pan. At the same time, a deep-fried kid knelt in front of them holding two black drops of water. "Please." The kid said hoarsely.

Xin Wenxiu stopped Fang Haofeng's outstretched hands, but he accidentally touched one of them.Just when the fingernail touched it, the bead turned into water and merged into Xin Wenxiu's body.Immediately, the cold was all over his body, and Xin Wenxiu felt that his blood was about to freeze.No... There is still a long way to go.Xin Wenxiu turned to look at Fang Haofeng.His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.Fang Haofeng looked at Xin Wenxiu's appearance, and hugged him.As expected, this person's body was surprisingly cold.Even the corners of the eyes were covered with fine ice flakes. "How?" Fang Haofeng asked while hugging him as if he didn't understand his question.

"It's okay, just use it." Xin Wenxiu looked at himself exhaling white mist, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.He hated this man for hiding it from him.Struggled out of Fang Haofeng's embrace.

The imp still knelt there, hands raised above his head, waiting for another bead to be taken by his master.Fang Haofeng stared at the kid for a while, not knowing what he was thinking about.Xin Wenxiu couldn't stand it anymore.The cold air flows through the whole body along the blood flow, and now the blood vessels hurt like needles are being pricked.It was also difficult to breathe and he had to crouch down, trying to feel better.

Fang Haofeng didn't choose the Shark Bead in the end, he just blocked Xin Wenxiu's sight, grabbed the little ghost's hand, and stuffed the Shark Bead into its mouth under its grinning grin.Block it for the exit scream.Watching the little ghost freezing and shattering into slag and turning into water flow little by little, there was no trace of it.Then he turned around and hugged Xin Wenxiu, who had fainted, and walked to the edge of the glass plate, watching the strange-shaped person below desperately trying to get out of the oil pan, and finally climbed to the side of the pan, with a strange light in his eyes, and again A steel fork pierced the flesh fiercely, and it was stirred a few times in the hand.Let him roll into the boiling oil pan again.If Fang Haofeng could be more careful, he should be able to see the figure of the Feng family on the bloody face.

But those are not what Fang Haofeng cares about.He only cared about the person in his arms.Just a little bit of time.The coldness of this person in his arms even infected himself.no way.Fang Haofeng thought of Xin Wenxiu breaking free just now, and thought, little bastard.This merman bead can't be tolerated by ordinary people.Although it can pass through this frying pan, it will also lose its ability to move for a short time.In order for the two of them to have one to keep clear, I can only suffer from this frying pan, and I blame myself.

Is the frying pan okay?uncomfortable.Xin Wenxiu has a shark bead body protector, so it doesn't hurt if it's cold or hot, but Fang Haofeng is poor, he can't move with Xin Wenxiu alone.The flesh all over his body was cracked, and he could even smell a strange fragrance.The eyes have been melted away.It was so painful that I couldn't even shed tears.Curled up all over, numb with pain.I don't know how long it has been.The two were picked up by a big net.At this time, Fang Haofeng has become a mess of rotten meat.Only the mind remains.

It was a fisherman who picked them up.The whole body has the unique taste of the sea.He didn't have any strange feelings about Fang Haofeng, a grotesque meatball.When he saw Xin Wenxiu, he turned around a few times.Touching his chin with his hand, he clicked his tongue.It seems to be strange that this person has not been burned into a ball.

The fisherman held the big net in one hand and carried Xin Wenxiu in the other. The wind shook the oars, wandering in the black ocean, and the sky gradually darkened.The reflection of the burning clouds on the sea reflected the huge tentacles below.Guided by the light on the bow of the boat, the fisherman walked towards the land.

The fisherman's house is full of tattered fishing nets, more like a wire hole than a house.Eight rust-coloured jars lined the corner.The top was pressed by a huge pickle stone, and the sound of fingernails scraping came from below.Those who listened had goosebumps for no reason.

Fang Haofeng was still thinking about what was inside, when the fisherman picked himself up, walked to the bed, climbed down, and found an identical jar under the bed.Tuck yourself into one that's been prepared ahead of time.The jar was filled with foul-smelling, viscous water.There is no tipping of the tank and no wind.The water flows on its own.Form a small vortex.There is also a strange medicinal smell.Then they were locked in and sealed the opening with a thick cloth, and sparks were produced when the stone rubbed against the mouth of the cylinder.Then the world became dark and silent.The water flowed over the injured place little by little.The body is like being in a winter bed.Warm.Magical forces forced him to sleep.

Xin Wenxiu was already awake, but he didn't feel well. Although the cold air had weakened after passing the oil pan, the tailbone was still strangely cold.There is also a wonderful pain and unconscious movement, just like when I was a child when I was twelve or thirteen years old and couldn't sleep well.He wants to wake up.But it's as if the eyelids are stuck by something.Can't open it at all.Can only struggle in vain.

The fisherman watched as the legs of the man in front of him gradually became entangled, and fine silver scales grew out of it.The feet turned into fish tails.But in a moment, it turned into the legendary shark with a human body and a fish tail.But it is not the Donghai mermaid described in Taiping Guangzhi. Husband and woman."

The fisherman looked at the spectacle in front of him, went to the kitchen, picked up a small knife, and carefully cut a small incision on Xin Wenxiu's wrist, allowing the golden blood to flow into his palm.The blood didn't slip out from the fingers in a blink of an eye like normal running water.It is more like a semi-solidified jelly, a small ball around the city.The wound gradually healed.Seeing that it was half a palm full, the fisherman hurriedly poured the water into the only oil lamp.Seeing the dim lights turn brighter and brighter, he let out a long breath.

Overseas, the clusters of darkness were already about to move, and the scarlet fangs had already gnawed at the edge of the rock wall.Huge waves are about to be photographed.This is, but the dim yellow light formed a huge nail, nailing the sea of ​​darkness that was about to devour everything beyond the cliff.The waves still roared and rolled into the sky for a long time.In the end, he failed to cross the tall mountain and sea nails.Can only be returned.

The fisherman looked at the bright yellow light of the oil lamp and rubbed his dry eyes.My heart settled down. "...It can last another hundred years." He muttered.Walking to the bed, holding Xin Wenxiu's hands, he took out the green porcelain bottle from his arms.He remembered the pale face of the boss when he handed the porcelain bottle to him. "If that person can complete the traceability, his mermaid bloodline should be able to support Kuatishan for another hundred years. ... If not, there is also my blood here. Although it is not as pure as the mermaid, it can still have a blood. Nian can live a good life. When the time comes, protect your own clan, and let it go." When he said this, his eyes were downcast and his tone was indifferent.But the fisherman knew that this person had the softest heart, so he would put all his heart and soul into giving this man who was squatting on the mountain a chance to survive.

Inside the emerald green porcelain bottle was the same golden blood as Xin Wenxiu's, but it was obviously less pure.Xin Wenxiu's golden color can shine brightly under the dim yellow light, but the blood inside is closer to pale.The fisherman poured out the blood inside, and when the two bloods met, they squeaked violently.Pale smoke was released, and the boss' blood was instantly swallowed.Xin Wenxiu's face gradually turned rosy due to blood loss.

"Then, I don't care about my business." The fisherman picked up the bloodletting knife just now, put it on his neck, and swiped it.Blood was sprayed half a foot high.Fisherman - "Dead"

After another 20 days, Xin Wenxiu woke up from the state of confusion.He opened his eyes.

He shook his head a few times before he let himself understand what was going on.The feet are soft, like noodles.There is nothing left in this house.The most eye-catching thing is the neat jars in the corner.Xin Wenxiu had to grab the fishing nets to get into the kimchi jars.At first, he was worried about moving such a big stone, but he didn't expect that the stone was as light as a feather. Xin Wenxiu just touched it lightly and fell to the ground.

Fang Haofeng felt that he had slept for a long time, and his body was soft.It wasn't until light came through that he hiccuped in a daze.I saw Xin Wenxiu.He has changed so much, there are thin scales at the corners of his eyes, and his ears have become pointy.Blinking, I found that Xin Wenxiu had changed back to his original appearance, was it an illusion?

He subconsciously wanted to prop himself up, but when he raised his arms, he found that he was squatting in the jar now, with fat and short limbs.Like lotus root festival.And... smaller again.Fang Haofeng was stupid.The round peach blossom eyes were full of surprise.

Xin Wenxiu looked at Fang Haofeng nestled in the jar, and bent over with a smile.In the end, Fang Haofeng struggled to get out of the photon.

The two were relatively silent for a moment.Unanimously, they did not pay attention to other things.But apparently the people behind the scenes had no intention of letting them get through this hurdle.

There was the sound of a jar breaking in the corner.

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