I refuse this box lunch

Death is not scary.As an alliance executor, the price of death is nothing more than being kicked out of the small world, deducting some points, and adding a failure on the resume.After clearing the data, if you choose to challenge again, you can still re-enter the original initialized world and continue to complete the corresponding tasks.

The premise of all this is that the executor's auxiliary system can connect the executor's consciousness anchor point with the alliance node to achieve precise control of domination transmission.

And the predicament Fuhe is currently facing is that he has completely lost contact with the system.

The maximum time limit allowed for disconnection has passed, exceeding the best time for anchor point binding, which means that not only will he not get any clues to the plot, but also if he accidentally escapes from the small world, the chance of waking up in reality will be very small .

To Fowler's knowledge, the league's loss rate for enforcers over the years is near nonexistent.It has to be miserable to be in this situation.

Chu Mei's judgment is not wrong, if no one is messing with him behind his back, he will not believe it 1 times.

Although the system is a bit stupid and slow, I hope he won't get involved and format it in the factory. After clearing out all the private money I have saved for so long, I am afraid I will cry.

The devil's lair is dark and full of ghostly aura. Fuhe only has the memory of his original body to use now. He gathers his energy cross-legged, runs his mind, and barely gathers the devil's breath entangled in his inner organs into a small ball, which is suppressed in his dantian.

He is not the original owner, and he doesn't have so many deep hatred stagnation, so he can turn a deaf ear to those deceiving voices.After concentrating on it for a few weeks, there is no risk of self-explosion in a short time.

He won't touch any of the mortals below, and he won't take advantage of the big and small monsters outside who are staring at him in vain.

The usefulness of the spirit of living people has gone to the sea, and it can be eaten and used.Eat to increase cultivation and satisfy greed, all kinds of magical weapons and magic pills also have vicious methods to extract living souls.What's more, looking at it, all the beautiful boys are good seedlings with good roots in the five elements.

Zhu Fuhe has been fighting in the devil's lair for more than 60 years, but his strength is only above average. By chance, he became the left protector of Yao, the laziest devil among the ten directions.But even with such a seemingly decent identity, he has only seen two sides of the Devil Emperor from afar.

The internal high-level of the magic repair base camp seems to be loose, but it is actually unbreakable.The demon kings of the ten directions have different temperaments and unfathomable strengths, but they all unanimously respect the only demon emperor in the world.

Zhu Fuhe occupies the post of Dharma protector, although his strength is not good, at least he is a general drawn from among the dwarfs, and most of them are little devils and mobs who want to curry favor with him.And there are even more people who want to pull him off the horse.The rule of survival of the fittest has influenced generations of powerful demons from ancient times to the present. In the world of comprehension where the strong are respected, the killing here is the most cruel.

Therefore, if Fuhe wants to save people under the eyes of so many demon cultivators, it will never be an easy task.

After thinking for a while, he raised his finger and sent a clean air between the eyebrows of the young boy next to him. He looked up and down with frightening eyes, and slowly spit out the light words from his lips: "Where do you come from?"

A pair of clear eyes on the young boy's pale face were calm and dull, with a flash of pain, and he replied word by word: "Lushui Town, Geping Lane, a lot of demon cultivators have come, and Grandpa Mu's formation has been suppressed." Broken, many people died."

"Array? Are you civilians under the protection of Xianxiu?" Fuhe thought about it, "Which one?"

Tears overflowed from the eyes of the young boy, and he was sad and panicked, "It's...it's Huzhimen."

Hearing this, Fuhe frowned.

For this title.

Huzhimen indeed belonged to the sect of immortality, although before the war between immortals and demons, few people even knew about this very low-level sect.I don't know whether it's the prosperity of luck or the accumulation of wealth. Not only did it almost escape the impact of the war, but it also began to continuously recruit new talents when the families were in decline, taking care of the mortal bodies of the world. The roots are intertwined, and they are close to the first-class immortal sects left in the world today.

It is reasonable to say that people who are also in the immortal way should cherish each other, but the original owner just doesn't like this Huzhimen.

Fu Wo can roughly understand.Zhu Motian, the patriarch of Fengyuan Sect, who is also the father of the original owner, was attacked by a group of demons in the battle between immortals and demons, and his vitality was seriously injured. After that, he retreated for hundreds of years and did not leave.Brothers and brothers of the same generation died or were abandoned, and the reputation of Fengyuanzong Immortal Mansion Shenzong has plummeted since then, and it is no longer possible to be one of the four great immortal sects.

How unwilling to change the old and the new.

This Huzhi sect is honest in its work, does not seek fame and fortune in the cultivation world, and saves mortals at all costs. From the second-rate fairy mansion to the common people's urban and rural areas, you can see these blue-robed monks playing a role in it.

"How many people are there?" Fu Wo couldn't help asking.

If there are many people, it is not impossible to call the door.

The Devil's Cave is vast, and the place where he is now is relatively remote, with only a few teams. If they are found by Xianxiu, there will be some enthusiastic demon slayers and guardians rushing to replace them.

Weak, helpless, and terrified.

"Grandpa Mu, Uncle Dong, Brother Liu..." The young boy cried violently, calling out his names one by one, and finally said, "They are all dead."

Verhemo was silent, scratching his face.

It seems that this wave of immortal cultivators staying in the villages and towns is not very powerful, and they have already died in martyrdom.

He flicked his fingers interlaced, snapped his fingers, and the little boy fell limply, as if all his vitality had been sucked out of him in an instant, turning him into a dead body.But it's just a resemblance.

It is indeed difficult to understand the happiness candle for a monk, but it is simpler for ordinary people.Fuhe solved his own problems well, and with a little bit of precious candle incense, these people can be put in a state of suspended animation where it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

Being an undercover agent also involves pressing boxes. It is impossible to follow a group of demons to kill innocent people everywhere.This kind of candle incense called "Lost Soul" is one of the ways to deceive people.

With a flick of the long sleeves, the veils were scattered, and everyone was naked. Fuhe shook the golden bell hanging at the entrance of the cave to "jingle", and the stone door opened in response, and two ugly little demons walked humbly. After entering, the expression on his face was flattering and wretched, and his big eyes circled around in the cave, saying in unison:

"Mother, vulgar mortals are dirty and smelly, let the little ones clean it up for you!"

Vernahan raised his eyes abruptly, and was almost haired by the shout.

To be able to say "dirty and stinky", you must not usually look in the mirror.

No need to look at the little monsters' salivating faces, he also knew that this group of people would never leave a whole body in their hands.

After thinking for a while, Fuhe raised the corners of his lips, and slightly hooked his hands in the direction of the little devil.

The two of them were twin brothers, and even the angles at which the teeth stick out were the same. As soon as they saw Fohe summoning them, they immediately sprinted over, respectful and worshiped him, lest they lose any ready-made benefits.

Demons behave like demons, Fuhe's eyes gradually turned blue, and he leaned slightly, deliberately inducing one of the little demons to raise his body in a daze, and slapped his brother's face with a "wow" Take a note.

The one who was beaten was very unclear, lying on the ground in a daze, covering one side of his swollen face, looking at Fuhe with tears in his eyes, "Your Majesty?"

The next moment, just as the assailant had a sign of waking up, he also suffered a blow from the opponent.

On the other hand, Fu He, watching this scene, actually laughed tremblingly, the complicated hairpin shaking and shaking off, his shoulders shrugged like crazy.

The two little demons were confused and frightened, so they had to laugh along with him.The twins wrestle with each other, wrinkled and pimpled, over who has the funniest smile.

As soon as the clinker blinked, Fuhe changed his face again, the corners of his eyes were sharp and sharp, as if he had been quenched with a dose of extreme poison, which could grind flesh and bones, and could scrape off a layer of skin from a person's body.

"Humph!"

It was just a breath in the nose, and the two little devils were scared out of their wits, hanging their round heads in horror and fear, wishing they could slip into the cracks in the ground.

Fuhe really loves domineering dramas in essence. When he squinted his eyes and raised his voice, the image of the moody villain was vivid: "Go out to kill without permission, and use these stupid mortal bodies to prevaricate me. The monks are all killed. Did you eat it?"

As soon as this remark came out, the little devil trembled like a sieve, and his mind turned quickly and he yelled: "Mother, it's not our two brothers who are in Tuzhen! Those few monks are about to die, and their souls are barely cultivated. , but not pure, in order not to be an eyesore in front of you, those bastards of the one-eyed demon have already chewed it up, and there is not a single bit left!"

It seems that the wrinkled-skinned little devil really couldn't get any favors from other demon cultivators. His strength is flawed. For things he hasn't done, he must cry innocently and complain about others' greedy behavior.

"The two of us are diligent, loyal, and loyal. If there is something good, it must be offered to the empress first. Only those few who are greedy and have no respect for their elders will secretly swallow it. It's just that I saw a young man full of energy and blood. All the strong monks can't walk, everyone will grab a bite, and some of them will be beaten to death, and I didn't let you know!"

Fuhe got a headache from their nagging, and raised his hand to stop the dog from biting the dog.

"I can forget about the past."

The two little demons immediately beamed with joy: "Thank you, Ma'am!"

Fuhe stood up, and the bright skirt of the dress dragged to the ground, setting off a burst of intoxicating fragrance, "Throw all these corpses to the back cliff for me."

He picked up a purple and blue flower vine on the hanging wall, and smiled lightly, "Don't be greedy, I put some good things in it, and it will hurt your stomach if you eat it."

The wrinkled skin demon glanced at the "human corpse" on the ground with fear, and Qiqi rolled his throat awkwardly, answering "yes" quickly.

The trailer was fully loaded and covered with a layer of black cloth, and the ruts spread all the way to the back of the magic cave.

Fuhe couldn't let go of the reliability of these two guys, and turned into a puff of gray smoke and followed them.

Fortunately, the wrinkled skin demon is a character with some dignity in this area, and the other powerful identities are not there, and the journey was unimpeded, and he arrived at the destination in half an hour.

The trailer toppled over, and Fowle used the luxuriant black tree barrier to release a dense layer of silk screen more than half of the distance from the bottom of the cliff, stably supporting the dozen or so "corpses" that fell down.

One is not missing, one is not injured.It seems that the wrinkled skin demon is enough to spare his life.

He quietly led them into a lake that was so inaccessible that even the demon cultivators didn't bother to open it up. He solved "Lost Soul" first, and then "Happy Candle".

Too many Fuhes couldn't do it, and no one would survive if they were discovered, so they could only leave a simple map and a bottle of bigu medicine in the hand of the previous boy.If they are lucky, they can see a vast ocean when they walk out of the black forest. If the old man who drove the boat is still there, he will be able to help them return to the town on earth.

Fuhe said silently in his heart: There is no way, I can't protect myself, so I can only help here.

The original owner accidentally discovered this route, which solved his current problem.

Hope it works.

In the empty valley and cold pool, the road is narrow and cold everywhere. On the way back, Fuhe suddenly stopped, turned his head to stare at the dark corner, and said softly: "Where are you bastards, sneaking around."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt that the lines were not right. As a magician, how could I have the face to call others Xiao Xiao?

The strength is stuck like that bird, if you really want to call someone out, what should you do if you can't beat it?

rash.

Fuhe regretted secretly, I am afraid it will be over.

The dark wind blew soundlessly, like a misty mist.He squinted his eyes, took half a step back silently, and faced the coming person with an absolute defensive posture.

The mist dissipated, and the coldness became even worse, chilling to the bones.Fuhe shrouded a layer of devilish energy around his body, and focused his eyes on the man in black clothes who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Like a demon or a fairy, it was difficult to judge for a while.

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