Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

boom!

No longer hiding his strength, the ghost fairy made a move, and the sinister wind raged. Gusts of wind rolled up the sand, gravel and dust on the ground, and swept towards the two of them.

"Damn, insidious!" Had to raise his hand to cover his eyes, Song Guimu groped and shot an arrow from memory, but unfortunately the crossbow arrow was knocked away by a flying stone before it flew very far, and it lost its aim. The corner of the clothes has never been rubbed.

His move was tantamount to abolishing Song Guimu's long-range attack method, and he clicked his tongue, Song Guimu looked at Zhong Cuo - he was about to approach the battle if he couldn't do long-range, Comrade DPS, why are you standing there stupidly!

It seemed that he couldn't feel the resentment from Song Guimu. Although Zhong Cuo subconsciously put on a defensive posture to block the severe wind of gravel that hit him, he couldn't help but look at the transparent wall.That wall can clearly isolate all sounds, but at this moment, he had the illusion of hearing someone's footsteps...

No, it's not an illusion!

On the other side of the transparent wall, he really appeared!

Rushing out of the maze, Zhang Fei, who had experienced darkness for a long time, squinted his eyes subconsciously, but soon, he saw the scene beyond the transparent wall.

Surprise and joy flashed across his face in an instant, and without stopping, Zhang Fei rushed towards the opposite side of the transparent wall!

The moment he stepped on the yin-yang fish, the transparent wall instantly shattered, and Zhang Fei hugged Zhong Cuo in the scattered light spots.

The sudden hug made Zhong Cuo completely stunned. Zhang Fei didn't care about explaining, but just hugged him and fell to the side suddenly.

boom!

The violent wind passed by his ears, Zhong Cuo turned his head, and saw the big hole blasted out in the wall next to him, and suddenly realized.

Is it to... save him?

With a block in his chest, Zhong Cuo grabbed Zhang Fei's clothes tightly and said in a low voice, "You..."

"Are you okay?"

"……Um."

"It's fine." Zhang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, his body trembling uncontrollably, Zhong Cuo glanced at him and bit his lips tightly.

No need to look at other places, just holding his hand, there is an unusually obvious wound... The blood seems to have stopped, but it is still red and dazzling.

"Don't move..." He hastily held Zhang Fei down and gathered his strength in his hand - he is not good at healing spells, but at least he has to do something...

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem..." Zhang Fei smiled, and rubbed Zhong Cuo's head—very well, this time at last, he didn't have to miss it again.

"I don't want to disturb your mutual confession of love, but you guys have to keep sticking together. Don't forget to burn paper money for the young master on this day next year!" The rare good atmosphere was completely destroyed by Song Guimu's loud voice, Zhang Fei clicked his tongue and let go The clock is wrong.Zhong Cuo blushed, gritted his teeth and clenched the wrong knife - he really wanted to chop Song Guimu with him!

Song Guimu was also helpless. After Zhang Fei rushed over, the ghosts put all their targets on him, and the spells crackled endlessly. The things on him were almost used up, and he was at a disadvantage when facing the furious ghosts. After the magic spell, they had already been hacked to the point where they could only scurry away, and seeing that the two of them still had time to chat, they naturally roared.

As soon as he spoke, a familiar weight suddenly appeared on his shoulders—the white cat slipped off Zhang Fei's shoulders at some point, and then jumped onto his shoulders very quickly. The golden Buddha's light spread instantly, protecting him in.

"Monk! I miss me so much!" Song Guimu wished he could hold the white cat and kiss them—it was a critical moment to know that his partner was his own!

The white cat let out a sound, flicked its tail triumphantly, and stared at Guixian with strange eyes.Although the ghost fairy wanted to tear Song Guimu into pieces, but due to the protection of the Buddha's light, he failed several times.Just when he wanted to increase his strength, Zhang Fei and Zhong Cuo had already killed him!

Staggered broken knives, Qingfeng swords, staggered sharpness, shocking power.Needless to say, the two people holding the swords attacked at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding, and the shadows of the swords and swords completely enveloped the ghosts and immortals!

"--All right."

The sudden sound was like an ice knife piercing into the fiery atmosphere, and the figures of the two paused at the same time. It was obvious that the edge of the sword had touched the ghost, but it was difficult to move forward.

"Dragon Lord..." Guixian was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously raised his head, and looked at the empty surroundings.

An invisible door seemed to open in the air, and a figure walked out of it with a leisurely attitude, like a stroll in a garden.

He was dressed in a black robe with no decorations, his long black hair that reached the ground casually fell at his feet, his pale face was full of undisguised fatigue, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, his appearance was inexplicable Kindness—every time when he was too sleepy and didn't get enough sleep, he seemed to be half-dead like this.

The man raised his hand, rubbed his forehead, and looked at Guixian: "It's just a test, why is it so noisy?"

Guixian said nothing, just lowered his head with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

The man glanced at Guixian: "The wounds of ordinary people only reach the skin and flesh, and you can just rest and recuperate." He spoke very slowly, and seemed to be as concise as possible, and he would not use the second if he could use one word.

Guixian's eyes lit up suddenly, and after bowing to the man, he hurried away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.The man raised his hand again and rubbed his eyes, his almost closed eyes aimed at the three people and the cat.

Perhaps out of the sympathy of the late-nighters, Zhang Fei thoughtfully said, "We're here to get rewards for customs clearance."

The man blinked, and Zhang Fei said before he could speak: "The Fruit of Anger, Mushenhua."

"...Mmm." Nodding his head, the man walked slowly to the middle of the Yin-Yang fish, motioning for several people to come over.Seeing that they were all standing up, he raised his feet to the ground a little.

The yin-yang fish glowed, the familiar dizziness came again, the scene in front of him gradually blurred, and the only thing that fell into my ears was the man's deep and ambiguous voice——

"My name... Biwei."

Their eyes lit up, then darkened again, and when they came back to their senses, they were already standing on another platform.

This platform is far smaller than the previous two labyrinths, at most only a few dozen square meters, surrounded by several tall stone pillars, and in the center is a huge sarcophagus.The sarcophagus is engraved with nine dragons surrounding it, which looks exquisite and domineering—it’s a pity that someone piled up a pile of colorful packaging boxes on it at the moment, the solemnity is no longer, only funny.

Zhang Fei leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help but be speechless—these are all game packaging boxes, and they are all genuine, even including various rare limited edition sets.Not to mention how much it costs to collect so many... How did he buy it?Could it be that the fairy ghost ran errands for him?

He was imagining the appearance of a ghost fairy waiting in line for the release of the game, when suddenly someone grabbed the hem of his clothes, lowered his head, and met a bulging bun face.

... By the way, it seems that he has been holding on to the clock just now... Zhang Fei laughed dryly and let go: "I can't help it, I'm really afraid of this teleportation."

"It's okay." In fact, he didn't mind being caught by Zhang Fei, if it wasn't for a ghost exorcist who kept looking at him...

Thinking about the tragic experience before, Zhang Fei sighed for a long time, and simply knelt down, hugged Zhong Cuo and said affectionately: "What will I do if something happens to you, 500 million~"

"..." Zhong Cuo thinks that Zhang Fei is very capable. He can always accurately extinguish the little spark called "movement" in his heart as soon as it emerges, pour a basin of cold water on it, and then give birth to Ten times the raging anger.

He grabbed Zhang Fei's uninjured hand expressionlessly, and bit it hard.

"Aw! Ah! Oh!" Zhang Fei screamed, trying to come up with a new pattern with each call.

The two of them were having a good time, but Song Guimu over there looked at the platform—this platform looked like it was floating on a lake, but the "lake water" was dark red, emitting a strange smell.

It's dangerous, but somehow strangely alluring.

"Come here." Song Guimu was considering whether to take a closer look, but suddenly Biwei's voice came from his ear.

Biwei had a box and a plant in his hand at some point, and Song Guimu didn't care about the box, but when he saw the green tree, which was like a grass carved from beautiful jade, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Mushenhua!

It was for this thing that he worked so hard, Song Guimu hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the two things down, until the little green grass was held in his palm, his heart that had been hanging was finally relieved.

"Don't open the box, the living people can't touch the fruit of anger." Biwei finally warned, and without looking at Song Guimu, she went directly to the stone pier next to the sarcophagus - there was a computer placed very abruptly there, and After the power was turned on, the screen was flickering, vaguely like a scene from a well-known game.

...I don't know if I can find an opportunity to come and rob him. Anyway, this dragon is addicted to games, and probably doesn't have much energy to focus on defense...Maybe there is not enough manpower, but he can bring Zhang Fei, and he can also bring a ghost king...

Song Guimu was having sex, when on the platform, several stone pillars suddenly lit up, and there were several magic circles looming on the pillars.Song Guimu squinted his eyes to distinguish for a while, and found that the effects of these magic circles were different, and the only thing in common was that any one of them was enough to blow him into scum.

...This dragon can't read minds, can it?

Song Guimu grinned, packed some fantasies and threw them into the recycling bin.Glancing at the anger fruit in the small wooden box, he raised his head, intending to greet Zhang Fei and hand over the seemingly important thing...

Suddenly, the earth shook!

In an instant, the platform under his feet seemed to be a small boat in the huge waves. The overturning earthquake caused several people to lose their balance at the same time. Song Guimu subconsciously grasped the Mushenhua in his hand, but the one in his other hand But the anger fruit was accidentally released, the lid of the box fell off, and a crystal-like fruit flew out of it——

Oops!

Song Guimu immediately rushed towards the fruit of anger, but the moment his fingertips were about to touch the fruit, Biwei's words rang in his mind like a ghost.

Living people can't touch it... so what happens if you touch it?

A moment of hesitation caused irreparable consequences.A white and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the void, firmly holding the fruit of anger!

who? !

Subconsciously raising his head, Song Guimu met the person walking out of the void.

With just one look, his eyes changed.

The original cynicism in the black pupil receded in an instant, replaced by an unforgettable hatred!

"It's you!"