The daily vest cannot be dropped

A burst of dazzling white light suddenly appeared on the gloomy rain curtain, as if someone had thrown a pistol on the ground, and everyone was caught off guard for a moment.

Caviar's completely golden body stood in front of Wen Muqing, with his arms wide open, like an old hen protecting a chicken, catching the sharp nails pierced by the female ghost with a completely fearless attitude.

He turned his back to Wen Muqing and closed his eyes, but he was the least affected by the flash.

The fish scales on his chest did not block the sharp nails, which already made his heart feel unbearable pain, but Caviar coughed heavily and found that he was still conscious.

Subconsciously, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, only to realize that there was an extra person in front of him.

His long black hair was bundled up casually, and he wore a white dress that didn't get wet from the rain, but it was still shimmering. He held a white jade flute in his hand, which was covered with black cracks, looking like it was about to break.

He stood between the caviar and the female ghost, grabbed the sleeve of the female ghost with his hands that were not holding anything, and clamped her tightly.

For a while, there was no sound on the field, only the heavy rain was still doing its best to brew the atmosphere.

Bu Jiu swallowed, and shouted loudly: "Wen Zhe Liu!"

The person he called ignored him, and he stared at the female ghost with emotionless eyes, the red pattern on his face sliding like a living thing.

The evil gentry and the evil devil also almost kneeled on the ground with their legs limp. The two brothers supported each other, and their faces turned paler than the other, like printing paper.

The demon asked: "Do you know this man who suddenly appeared? Was he sent by the organization to find us?"

Bu Jiu shook his head indiscriminately, he didn't know when Wen Zheliu came in, he just said: "Stay steady, nothing will happen."

He repeated, determined.

He was so scared by Wen Zheliu last time that he had nightmares every day, but when he saw that thin back, Bu Jiu's first reaction was to cry, and to go up and ask him why you came here.

This demon is too powerful, Bu Jiu said to himself, Wen Zheliu is really handsome.

But compared to the relaxation of the three of them, Wen Muqing knew that his next final scene was about to begin, so he closed his eyes and divided his consciousness into two halves.

The durability in Wen Zheliu's field of vision flickered crazily, even before using the ability, it was already dropping at an extremely fast speed, and on the contrary, the value of the recommended role-playing was rising, and it would soon stop at 95% .

The progress bar has changed slightly, tentatively moving two steps forward.

The female ghost Xian did not move at all, letting Wen Zheliu hold her hand like a frozen sculpture.

The two cold inhumans touched their skin lightly, and it seemed as if they were getting warmer.

The female ghost showed a smile as beautiful as ever, and said softly: "Lu Lang, it's you who came back."

"Xian has settled all worries, we can leave together."

Her other hand was attached, covering the back of Wen Zheliu's hand, with her fingertips raised, for fear that the sharp nails would hurt the person in front of her.

With the female ghost's movements, Wen Muqing felt that the rate of durability loss slowed down a lot, but the recommendation level remained the same, even deducting two points.

He fixed his eyes on the female ghost's appearance, bright eyes and bright teeth, beautiful and charming, except for the scary blood hole on the head, it really meets the aesthetic standards of [Flute Soul].

But after the female ghost killed so many ordinary people by taking advantage of the terrain, the gulf between them has reached an irreparable point.

Because [Flute Soul] is not just [Flute Soul], it is an extension of Wen Muqing's own will.

There was a burst of pain in my mind. It was the character rendering of the original card. It was trying to distort Wen Muqing's consciousness and make him completely substituted into [Flute Soul].

Substitute into [Flute Soul]'s character, substitute into [Flute Soul]'s past, and finally do what [Flute Soul] originally wanted to do.

But Wen Muqing knew that if it succeeded, none of the people present today would be able to escape.

As a reckless [Flute Soul] who has never been a good person, he will take the initiative to hurt others out of his own will, or in other words, this is an opportunity for him to become a card.

——No matter how bright the surface is, the inside is full of black mud.

Fortunately, he is himself.

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Wen Zheliu couldn't speak, he expressed his attitude with practical actions.

He withdrew his left hand from the female ghost's hands, and his spirit condensed into white words, floating in the dark night.

[I'm not.I'm not the person you're looking for. ]

The female ghost said sharply: "Impossible! You are clearly holding Lu Lang's favorite white jade flute in your hand."

She choked with sobs, and begged softly: "Don't bully Xian, please, I know I'm stupid, I can't tell the words, Lu Lang... take me away, please."

Ye Shou, who had been silently leaning against the pillar of the eaves, suddenly took a few steps forward and put his hand on Wen Zheliu's shoulder.

He said coldly: "Your Lu Lang died a long time ago on that rainy night when he came to look for you. It is impossible for him to take you away."

The female ghost's eyes were red, and her sharp voice pierced into people's eardrums, making people's head ache: "Impossible——! He loves me so much, he will definitely come and take me away!"

Wen Zheliu suddenly coughed heavily, he pressed his left hand to his lips, his brows were deeply furrowed, and even his face turned pale a lot.

Bu Jiu, who was standing by the red door, breathed a sigh of relief, and stamped his feet anxiously: "Oops, I forgot that Wen Zheliu is still injured."

"Fuck, why didn't they make it clear at the beginning!" Bu Jiu began to complain about the incomplete report at the meeting.

After two seconds, he seemed to come to his senses again, and cursed: "That bullshit MIA organization, just let the wounded work like this? It's better to come to Shuguang, young master, I can still cover him!"

He seemed to have completely forgotten that he asked Ye Shou for a long while whether Wen Zheliu would come.

The demon had already kept himself awake by biting his wrist. At this moment, his whole body was like a standing ice sculpture, and he didn't even ooze blood when he took a bite.

He tremblingly said: "Brother, why don't you throw a Gu on me? It's enough to control me to dance and dance."

They finally made it to the last level, and if the "li alley" is not removed, they will not die with peace in their eyes.

Xie Gentleman buried his face in the black robe and lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.

He said: "The temperature is not right. If I release the Gu worms at this time, their movements will be restricted."

Bu Jiu felt the temperature around him. Although it was raining heavily, it was only about ten degrees at most right now?

This Gu worm was a bit delicate, he came to a conclusion in his heart and didn't say much.

However, it is difficult for the demon to feel the temperature of the outside world at this moment. He did not doubt him, and said "oh" in disappointment: "I can't help you. It seems that the future of the auxiliary department is only so big."

Xie Gentleman responded, and the black threads on his fingers had already climbed up his body, like lines running on porcelain, strangling his whole body into pieces.

He lowered his head firmly, not wanting the demon to see the black lines spreading across his face; but unexpectedly, he also missed the demon's crazily biting his wrist to keep himself awake.

Bu Jiu finally realized that the situation of the two of them was wrong, but at this moment, none of this was so important.

Wen Zheliu coughed for a long time, until the blood slowly overflowed from his lips, was carried down by the rain, and mixed into the soil.

The female ghost was so frightened by his actions that she didn't dare to breathe, she kept sobbing in a low voice, apologizing and begging, without the slightest arrogance to start treating others.She didn't look at Wen Zheliu's face, but fixedly stared at the jade flute in his hand, with a covetousness in her eyes that she didn't realize.

It's a pity that "Lu Lang" is really not [Flute Soul].

Wen Muqing felt that he was split into several individuals: a little devil clapped his hands and looked at the female ghost's self-torturing face; a little angel was wondering whether he should give her a good time; Turning against the water and killing all the ugly ones; Xiao Wen Muqing grabbed Wen Zheliu's hair and crazily pulled him back.

The recommended usage level on [Flute Soul] fluctuates wildly between 0% and 100%, like a broken ventilation machine, and the progress bar is stuck at the beginning and does not move.

——This is a battle of internal and external troubles.

Wen Muqing has always used his own character as the foundation, and then extended the card base to play the character.It's like adding water to the original strong personality, it seems that there is not much change, but it is actually diluted a lot.

The system has always felt that his acting skills are very poor, even playing a paranoid can act like a madman, a good card of the evil camp, but he insisted on arranging it into the justice group, it is really reckless.

But Wen Muqing had his own considerations.

He understands that the system, as an auxiliary tool of unknown origin, must only understand the mechanism of the card, rather than playing the card himself.So it is impossible for it to understand the pull of the card itself to the character.

The higher the level, the stronger the ability of the card, the stronger the character pull, and the sharp character will be more difficult to play than the peaceful character.

What Wen Muqing is most afraid of is that he will lose himself in the performance, and he can't tell whether "Wen Muqing" is a card or the person who plays the card.

At that time, what will be staged will not be Wen Muqing playing the role of many actors to save the world, but a scene where the cards are revived with the help of Wen Muqing's spiritual power.

In the past, he could still use the existence of the system as an anchor, but when the system fell asleep, he was like walking on a tightrope with no end in sight, and an abyss lay beneath his feet.

"He came from the longing, and will go to the memory again."

The sentence belonging to [Flute Soul]'s comment circled in his mind, and with the clues found in this "li alley", Wen Muqing's heart trembled.

He calmly recalled his feelings when he played [Flute Soul], carefully picked out the points of emotional changes, and then smashed them into groups of pictures that only he could understand.

I see……

He whispered in his heart: "The [Flute Soul] card is not formed by the flute alone, but it is manifested by the tragedy of thousands of people who own the flute—a strange thing from the future."

"The condition is that those people were carrying jade flutes on their bodies when they died."

"He can be Lu Lang, but he's not exactly Lu Lang."

The sleeping system did not respond to him, but it still instinctively turned on the small lights on the light screen.

Wen Zheliu once gave MIA small medals to the two little girls he met in the night market, and he also treats the children he met in the Pingyu Art Museum with gentleness.

At first, Wen Muqing thought that these were his own decisions, but he didn't know how big the difference was until Wen Zheliu met Ye Shou, Bu Jiu, and even the two criminal policemen.

The two little girls systematically investigated afterwards and learned that both of them are currently college students attending classes at the Conservatory of Music.Among the children of Pingyu Art Museum, Wen Zheliu's favorite is a short-haired girl named Li Ziyue, who comes from a musical family.

Wen Zheliu liked them, and Wen Muqing didn't dislike them either, so the two consciousnesses hit it off and it was convenient to do things.

As for the criminal policeman, if Ye Shou's mental body hadn't sensed the danger, hearing the sound of Zheliu's flute would have directly shattered the brains of Yang Minyue and Zhang Te.

It's an out-of-control state that's extremely difficult to control when it's overdrive.

Wen Muqing originally wanted to talk to the system and think about things to prevent, but unexpectedly the system made a big mistake.

In order to prevent that foolish man from falling into a deep sleep and restless sleep, Wen Muqing felt that he should be able to do it again.

It's just that the weird scene of "the alley" completely shattered the illusion that the system had shrouded him.

When the card in his hand is actually from the future, which is malicious to human beings, how long can he support it alone?

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Wen Zheliu raised the flute in his right hand to his lips, and the peaceful "Blue Sea Tide" - "Shui Ruo Jingping" sounded, directly changing from intense to peaceful flute music, representing [Flute Soul] "Flute sound · fall" in the skill spared no effort to sprinkle healing notes to everyone.

For a while, the rain fell a lot slower, and the quiet sound of the flute echoed in the open world, with incomprehensible emotions.

Caviar turned over a carp stiffly from the ground, he touched his chest wickedly, the golden fish scales fell off, leaving only the thick black hand hair.

The demon felt light all over his body, as if he had stepped into early spring from midwinter, his body consciousness gradually recovered, and even the wound on his hand that he had just gnawed out disappeared in an instant.

Xie Gentleman took off his hood and released his Gu worm without hesitation. He controlled the Gu worm to go around behind the female ghost, planning to launch an attack as soon as there was any movement.

Bu Jiu didn't smile, he had a faint feeling that something bad was about to happen, even his heart was pounding, and his whole body tensed up like a string.

"But don't make any drama that the doctor doesn't heal himself... Please, please." His voice couldn't help crying.

Durability 14%.

The blood on Wen Zheliu's face faded completely, like gray-white lime congealed on white snow, his eyes even began to turn black, and he could only vaguely see the eyes of female ghost Xian looking at him with affection.

[You don't dare to look at me, because you know what Lu Lang looks like, and you know that I can't be him at all. ]

[You don't have to kid yourself, because I'll send you to him. ]

Wen Zheliu showed a rare gentle smile, which was different from the emotionless chuckle, sneer, and sneer that he usually evoked, this was a facial change with warmth.

The mask that the female ghost wanted to cover up was completely torn off, and she let out a more desolate cry, like the madness of the last blood skin of the boss before clearing the game.

"I want to keep Lu Lang - thoroughly -!" She scratched her face, revealing the bones in it, and the empty eye sockets full of maggots could directly see the sky behind her.

Like a bone butterfly with bloody wings, she flew towards Wen Zhe Liu with an attitude of burning everything.

Durability 10%.

He took a deep breath and played the white jade flute.