Run with the ball in an escape game

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Xiaoying Mutian looked at the back of the human being in front of him. The back was a little slender, but it was a little strangely fat in the waist and abdomen.For Li Gui, those who dare to show their backs and necks in front of them will end up with no exception—it will be very tragic.

The ghost would rush up and bite his neck, slit his chest and tore out the ribs, then laughed on the human corpse.

But he himself did not do anything, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and even followed behind this person.

Obviously this human being even deceived himself!

He woke up half an hour ago, and he saw this "ghost" with a group of humans, and there was no obstacle to communication.He suddenly realized that when he was hugged before, he seemed to be able to feel a warm feeling.

Because this warm feeling and the inexplicably familiar aura on the other party made him confused,—time did not notice such a big loophole.

It is absolutely impossible for ghosts to have anything to do with the word "warmth". Those with body temperature and yang energy can only be living creatures.

He floated up furiously, but calmed down inexplicably after a few seconds.He should have rushed out and killed everyone... and after that, he should have ripped the man apart when he pulled out the chocolate without giving any explanation.

It should have been!What's going on here?Why do you keep looking for reasons not to kill him?

Even now, I have found a reason, saying that I am following this human being to see what the hell he is doing.Mingming rushed up to abuse him and threatened him, squeezed his heart and made him cry and beg for mercy.

However, there is always an inexplicable feeling stopping him.It seemed that if he did, there would be dire consequences.

A simple summary is that every time he wants to be fierce, he will be cowardly.

Jing Huan, who was walking ahead, was in a very good mood at this time, he was already sure that this was Ying Mutian.But it is very likely that because the yang qi on his body that he suppressed for himself before became weak, he was conspired by the enemy to become what he is now, and he has completely returned to the past.

As for why the enemy plotted against him like this, the reason is even simpler. This dungeon can turn the ghost king, who is difficult to match in the world, into the state when he was just born, and his accumulated experience and strength will be weakened to the greatest extent.

Ying Mutian in this state is the best time to be killed.

Moreover, in the background of this dungeon, vicious non-human beings are everywhere, and any stronger one can crush them to death.

Then how to survive in such a bad background, there is only one way, find some powerful props that even mortals can use, or a place that can shelter mortals from fierce attacks.

And of course there is a place that meets these conditions, and it is the mansion of his previous life.On the top of a mountain called Qianxue Mountain.

That mountain is more than 2000 meters high. Even if you build a cement road like the tourist attractions in later generations, it will take more than ten hours to climb up. Now you have to climb the painting with bare hands... It may take more than a day.

This is not an ordinary difficulty.

As a person who doesn't like to go out, Jing Huan felt very headache.

Song Tong has successfully persuaded the later players to set off for Qianxue Mountain together. In order to prevent the group from being wiped out, they formed five teams to take different routes.

Speaking of other players, there were 28 players who came one after another.This is the dungeon with the largest number of players that everyone has ever seen. It feels like all the living players have been stuffed into this dungeon, which feels like the final battle.

Jing Huan didn't go with these players because he considered Xiaoying Mutian, who was still very murderous at this time, and the enemy must be targeting him more than the players.

It's not just the kindness that worries those people, but the trouble.Before fully figuring out what was going on here, Jing Huan was too lazy to deal with such a large number of players.

"Hey! Where are we going!?" Xiaoying Mutian couldn't bear it anymore, he stopped and stared at Jinghuan.

Jing Huan turned back and smiled, "Go to a place called Qianxue Mountain, where you can become stronger. Only when you become stronger, can you be qualified to know what made you like this."

"Why should I trust you!"

"Whatever you want, you have the power to be qualified to find all the answers you want. Or you want to kill those weak humans for a year or two, lying on their corpses to absorb a little bit of strength and slowly improve yourself. "

Xiao Ying Mutian was disgusted by Jing Huan's words: "What a mess, forget it, I will follow you to see what can make me stronger quickly, if you lie to me, your end will be very bad awful."

"Of course." Jing Huan stopped and looked around.

They had left the village for more than half an hour, but the surrounding area was deserted, and there was only a small road that was almost swallowed up by weeds to prove that someone had been here.

The place where Ying Mutian was born was not very far from Qianxue Mountain, but even so, it would take a long time to walk to the foot of Qianxue Mountain.

Jing Huan looked at the two poor legs made of his own flesh, and turned to look at the little ghost king behind him.

Xiaoying Mutian was vigilant: "What are you doing?"

Jing Huan smiled and said: "It's like this. If we walk, we will have to walk for a long time to reach Qianxue Mountain. Why don't you take me there?"

Xiaoying Mutian was mysterious and gloomy: "Are you courting death!?"

Jing Huan knelt down and looked him at the same level, and said, "I beg you."

"!! Don't be coquettish!"

Jing Huan sniggered in his heart, and he didn't know what wonderful things this little brat had come up with. He didn't even have any ups and downs in his tone just now, and it had nothing to do with acting like a baby.

He continued to calmly say: "After walking such a long distance and climbing mountains, I will really be so tired that my legs will break."

Xiaoying Mutian shouted: "Human beings are delicate, forget it, I don't have the time to walk slowly with you."

After finishing speaking, he turned into a thick black mist and wrapped around Jing Huan, slowly lifting his body up.

Jing Huan designated a direction and said, "Go over there, and you can get there in about 10 minutes at your speed."

"Don't use me as a charioteer." Xiaoying Mutian said coldly, but still flew in that direction as promised.

His speed at this time was extremely fast, almost blowing the wind away.The human being was wrapped up by him, but it was inevitable that strong winds would blow over him.Humans wear strange clothes and have extremely rare short hair.

Xiaoying Mutian obtained a lot of knowledge from the moment he awakened as the ghost king. According to the information he obtained, everyone had long hair, except for some criminals.

It was the first time he saw short hair, but he also felt that this human being with short hair looked more handsome. Of course, it was also very beautiful when it was long.Um?When do you have long hair?How can I have memories of when this person had long hair? ? ?

Xiaoying Mutian was full of doubts, and couldn't help but continue to stare at the humans.Looking at it, the simple windbreaker on the human body gradually turned into a white robe with gold silk, and the back became more and more familiar.

He stopped unconsciously, and the body of the black mist dissipated.

Jing Huan was caught off guard and fell, and when he was about to fall to the ground, Xiaoying Mutian's body suddenly appeared under him.

"Crack", the two fell together, Jing Huan sat on Xiaoying Mutian's body without much damage, but Xiaoying Mutian couldn't hold back the "Aw"-throat.

Jing Huan was frightened—he jumped up, hurriedly stood up and hugged him up, wiped off the dirt on his body, raised his arm to have a look: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you fall somewhere?"

The concern and tenderness in his eyes were not fake, Xiaoying Mutian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little warm in his heart, as if his dead heart was beating.

Jing Huan looked at him and then realized that the ghost king is not something that can be broken, he put down the little Ying Mutian and said: "Forget it, if you can't carry me on your back, let's walk. "

"Who says I can't carry it!" Xiaoying Mutian immediately retorted out of dignity: "It's no problem for me to carry a horse! But, just now, I felt inexplicably, have we met somewhere?"

Jing Huan said with a smile: "Maybe it is, but you don't remember."

"What? Where? But I don't remember it at all. You can't be lying to me, are you?"

Jing Huan's smile was still there, but his voice became cold: "Oh."

The hairs on Xiaoying Mutian's back stood up, and he hurriedly said: "Ah, I'll remember it when I think about it, wait a minute, um..."

Seeing that he was really sitting on the ground and starting to think seriously, Jing Huan couldn't help but smile, of course he won't be angry because he won Mutian and forgot him now, it's just to scare him.

Ah, but...

"By the way, let me remind you—the deadline seems to be very short."

Xiaoying Mutian suddenly felt a great sense of crisis. Although he didn't know anything, he couldn't help sweating.

"What, what!? What deadline are you talking about!"