The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

Above the head is a bright and dazzling crystal lamp, and the room is filled with the stench of blood.

The man standing on the monster's corpse put his hands in his pockets and stared at Meng Busan for a while.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, hooked the other finger, and an ice pick appeared directly in his hand, he stretched out his hand suddenly and stroked his arm, golden sand spilled from the wound and floated upwards.

The man looked at it for a while, then covered the wound with his hand again, and the wound was covered with a layer of ice, temporarily freezing the wound.

He looked at Meng Busan and said coldly, "My surname is Ji."

Meng Busan smiled and nodded, "Brother Ji."

She looked around, "What's the situation?"

Ji Moumou said indifferently: "Passing through the corridor, I was plotted against, and when I got here, I was all monsters."

Ji Moumou turned his head sideways, staring at the monster under his feet, "Only this one is different."

Meng Busan stepped forward.

The pink leather boots stepped on the blood, causing ripples.

He stood beside the hill-like monster, and saw that the monster had wounds, but no blood flowed out.

He raised the parasol, poked the monster's wound with the pointed end of the parasol, and a golden grain of sand came out of the wound, just like what they, the testers, flowed out when they were injured.

What exactly is this?What does it represent?

Meng Busan showed a thoughtful expression, but Ji Moumou at the side began to attack the wall with his own skills, as if he wanted to smash a way out.

His skill is ice, using it once can lower the temperature in the room by a few points, and finally Meng Busan was shivering from the cold, and he couldn't find a way out.

Ji Moumou put his hands in his pockets and stared at Meng Busan with some frustration.

Meng Busan kept smiling.

Ji Moumou: "What do you think?"

Meng Busan tilted his head, "Brother Ji, you can't find your way, are you relying on me?"

Ji Moumou snorted.

Meng Busan sighed, "Although Brother Ji's skills are powerful, you can't pass the trial field just by relying on skills and recklessness."

Ji Moumou snorted again.

Meng Busan crossed his arms and closed the coat Anping gave her.

She smiled and said: "Brother Ji has always been a loner, but the trial field can't be passed by just one person, especially now that this trial field is full of weirdness..."

Ji Moumou said impatiently, "What exactly are you going to say?"

Meng Busan stretched out a finger and said with a smile: "I just want to ask Ji Ge to listen to me more and stop using your skills casually."

Ji Moumou stared at her, his eyes condensed.

He was rebellious and rebellious: "Why? Why should I listen to you?"

Meng Busan smiled, "Brother Ji doesn't seem to notice it, our space seems to be able to affect people in another space, and Brother Ji doesn't want to accidentally kill other testers in the trial ground when you don't know , and degenerate into a monster, right?"

"It's extremely dangerous to fall in this trial ground, because you may turn into the monster under your feet at any time, and be killed because of the golden sand in your body."

Ji Moumou frowned, "How do you know so much?"

Meng Busan smiled slightly, "Of course it's because I have brains!"

Ji Moumou: "..."

It's as if he doesn't have a brain!

A vein popped out of his forehead, and he snorted hard.

Meng Busan smiled and said: "Brother Ji walked too fast just now, didn't you realize that your skills hurt someone?"

Ji Moumou said coldly: "I know my skills well, I just taught that guy a lesson and didn't hurt him."

Meng Busan's smile was restrained, and he looked at Ji Moumou calmly: "But you hurt someone in another dimension, and there are bloody palm prints on it, and people in another dimension may want to open the door, but they are not prepared to be killed by you alone." The skates hit the palm of the hand and left blood on the gate."

"Brother Ji, if you don't believe me, you can go back and have a look, the blood mark is still on the gate!"

Ji Moumou stared into her eyes, as if he was judging whether what she said was true or not.

Meng Busan said calmly: "When we are hurt, only gold dust will come out, while people in another dimension will bleed real blood when they are hurt."

"You better not be so aggressive, otherwise, no one will be able to save you."

Ji Moumou looked at her for a while, then turned his head and raised his right hand.

Meng Busan stared at him, as if trusting that he would not suddenly attack him.

Ji Moumou curled his lips, and gently hooked the black neckband with his right index finger.

He moved his neck uncomfortably, and said slowly: "I know, I won't take it lightly again."

"Hmph, you are too kind, throw away the extra softness, you don't need this in the proving ground."

Ji Moumou suddenly turned his head and asked, "Isn't it because of your friend in another dimension that you stop me like this?"

Meng Busan smiled, "That's natural, my people, only I can bully!"

The tool man... is just my tool man, and it's not up to outsiders to destroy it!

Ji Moumou sneered, "There is no need for extra emotions in the proving ground, because they will stab you in the back, frame you, and abandon you just to survive."

Meng Busan held the parasol tightly, his eyes were bright and his expression was firm.

She smiled and said, "I know all of this, but I still choose to believe it."

"Because this is the path I chose, and I have the ability to bear all the consequences of my choice."

Ji Moumou stared at her steadfastly, pursed his lips, "Okay, don't waste time, find a way out quickly."

"The way out is far away in the sky, but close at hand."

Ji Moumou: "What nonsense are you talking about? Where is it?"

Meng Busan pointed to the top of his head, "Here!"

Ji looked up at the ceiling, but his eyes hurt from the crystal chandelier.

"Come on, do me a favor."

Standing beside the monster like a hill, Meng Busan raised his head and opened his arms towards Meng Busan, "Brother Ji, build a ladder."

Ji Moumou: "Trouble!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, an ice-like transparent ribbon gushed out of his hand, wrapping around Meng Busan's waist.

He lifted it lightly, and the ribbon automatically pulled Meng Busan onto it.

Meng Busan said with emotion: "It's really a useful skill, it can be soft or hard."

Ji Moumou: "..."

He glanced at Meng Busan with an indescribable expression, but he looked innocent, as if he didn't understand what he said.

Ji Moumou: "Do you want to knock down the ceiling?"

Meng Busan: "Brother, use your brain first, even if you don't use your brain, you should have seen it just now, right? The golden sand is rushing to the ceiling above the chandelier, so the way out must be here, take your time ..."

Ji Moumou: "Oh."

Before Meng Busan finished speaking, Ji Moumou suddenly raised his hand, smashed the chandelier and the ceiling above the chandelier with an ice cube.

Unexpectedly, the top is like a water polo that has been punctured, and countless liquids are poured down with a "pop".

Ji Moumou was drenched all over his head and face. He cursed angrily, and spat out the unknown liquid in his mouth.

Ji Moumou looked at the position beside him, "Bah, are you okay? Bah, bah, bah! Is this blood?"

He quickly created a layer of ice umbrella on top of his head to avoid being drenched in blood.

He has been drenched like this dog, the girl who looks so weak must be in a mess, right?

Ji Moumou said lightly: "So, what's the use of what you insist on, don't you still have to ask me to save you?"

A voice slowly sounded——

"What are you talking about?"

He heard the slight sound of skin being cut, and then, a large golden sand rose up, illuminating the surroundings.

There was blood rain falling all around, and the girl was holding a pink parasol, tilting her head to look at him with a smile.

The golden sand flowed from her arms and kept floating up, like fireflies popping out of the grass.

Meng Busan said indifferently: "Do I need your help? Look at the blood on your end, don't you know how to protect yourself before hitting the ceiling?"

"If you don't listen to my words, you will suffer in front of your eyes. This is what will happen if you don't listen to my words."

He tilted his head, put his forehead against the umbrella pole, and said with a smile: "Brother Ji, if you don't use it, your brain will be useless!"

Ji Moumou was so angry that the veins on his neck bulged, but he couldn't refute it.

This time he was careless!

His eyes were burning with anger, and he stared at Meng Busan without blinking.

Meng Busan opened his eyes wide, innocent and cute, and asked him softly, "Are you going to blame me for not reminding you beforehand?"

Ji Moumou said angrily: "No need! I will blame myself, and I will not pass it on to others!"

Meng Busan nodded and gave Ji a thumbs up, "Brother Ji, that's great. You are a real man, so you should do what a real man should do."

Ji Moumou: "Huh?"

Meng Busan: "I can't walk anymore, I need you to recite it, please treat me as your blame, I don't mind."

Ji Moumou glared at her angrily.

But he minds!

Meng Busan: "Brother Ji? I'm your brain, and there are still some inferences that I haven't told you."

Ji Moumou snorted coldly, "Thank God if you don't cheat me."

"However, I want to warn you, if you think that when I carry you, you can release cold arrows at me, then you are wrong."

"I'll be fine, and you'll die badly."

Meng Busan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I don't have that much strength to pierce through ice armor, and my skills have nothing to do with attack."

Ji Moumou turned his back, "What skill is it?"

Meng Busan: "It's better to call it dead."

Ji Moumou: "Huh? You think I'll believe it?"

Meng Busan jumped on his back suddenly.

Ji Moumou was almost overturned by him and hummed several times.

Meng Busan smiled and said: "When I die, you will know how powerful my skill is."

"I've never seen anyone curse me like that!"

Meng Busan tilted his head, "Now you have learned a lot, don't you? You're welcome, you're welcome."

Ji Moumou gritted his teeth: "Smart teeth."

He stretched his hand back and clasped it on Meng Busan's thin wrist.

Meng Busan slapped his hand and opened his hand.

Meng Busan: "What are you doing! What are you doing! Taking advantage of girls!"

"what?"

Ji Moumou said airily: "Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs, and I will seal the wound for you!"

Meng Busan: "Then you can't see anything? It's okay, please use me as a lighting device."

Ji Moumou: "Then I should come."

Meng Busan chuckled, "It's okay, just let me come."

He cried on Ji Moumou's back and said, "However, it really hurts, Brother Ji, I'm already like this, why don't you tell me your real name?"

Ji Moumou paused, and said in a cold voice, "You deliberately sold yourself out!"

After a while, he slowly said: "My name is Ji Xueya, so what if I know the name?"

He directly condensed the falling rain of blood with cold ice, made an ice ladder, and walked up the ladder step by step.

He murmured behind Meng Busan's back: "Even if I tell you your name, it doesn't prove that I believe you. Everyone in the proving ground is untrustworthy."

Meng Busan smiled, "Brother Ji is right."

"But, there are always surprises in life."

……

They climbed upstairs, but they saw Sun Yi who was cut in half by the waist and scattered all over the floor, staring straight at his eyes and dying with regret.

His whole body was soaked in the pool of blood, his whole body was red and black, and his body was only revealed after the blood flowed down.

Ji Moumou stopped and stared at the body.

But Meng Busan urged him: "Hurry up."

Ji Moumou said coldly: "What are you doing in the past? Everyone is dead, so you should stop being kind and do unnecessary things."

Meng Busan grabbed his neckband helplessly, "Hey, do I really look so sick?"

Ji Moumou frowned, "Don't pull, grass, don't move!"

Meng Busan scratched at him, so he had to put Meng Busan down.

Meng Busan ran to the body of the tester with a "da da" and began to rummage.

When he fiddled with it like this, the internal organs that were still stuck inside also flowed out.

Ji Moumou avoided it with some discomfort, and suddenly thought of something.

"Why are you so skilled!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-0517:55:45~2020-06-0617:58:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Moonlight Changning 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!