After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

Tick, tick.

Some kind of viscous liquid dripped on his body, making his skin painful and itchy. Zhou Changming frowned and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He opened his eyes, looked around with difficulty, and found himself lying in a cage under the dim light.

The weird sound of water that woke him up just now sounded again, and he turned his head following the sound, only to see a huge monster clinging to the railing, with its curled scarlet tongue only a few feet away from him.

That drop of water that just splashed was...

Zhou Changming felt a chill in his heart, Gu Lulu got up and was about to retreat, but suddenly a huge force came from his wrists and ankles, which made him lose his balance, staggered and fell to the ground.

"Hey - it hurts!"

For some unknown reason, his somersault was neither light nor heavy, but when his limbs touched the ground, the pain was so painful that he was about to fall apart.

Enduring the pain and getting up, he found that his hands and feet were in shackles, and his skin was already flushed when he fell to the ground. It seemed that if he rubbed lightly, his skin would burst and bleed.

When did I become so fragile?

This fall evokes Zhou Changming's memories. It seems that when he logged in to the game, the system loaded an error, and then he lost consciousness.

According to past experience, every time he changed his number and was reborn, the system would directly show up and give the mission guidance.But now there is no movement, which can't help but make him feel uneasy.

"Number three," he tried to call the system,

"Number Three, can you hear me?"

No matter how he called, the surroundings were still as quiet as death, and the previous on-call system never appeared.

Fortunately, the player interface can also be opened manually. He quickly clicked on the void, and found that except for the two options of characters and props that can be triggered, all other functions have been frozen.

Every time you enter the game, the player's historical achievements will be cleared, and the level will be refreshed to the lowest level.

Zhou Changming cut into the character column, and as expected, he found that his initial health had dropped to a pathetic 100.

What's more, the margin is only 80 for no reason.

Could it be that 20 HP was directly deducted after a fall just now?

Zhou Changming couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

He realized that his frail body could not move around, he could only lie down wherever he fell, and began to plan his way out.

The monster outside the cage didn't move after he fell down. Presumably, as long as he stayed in the cage obediently and didn't act like a monster, his personal safety should be fine.

But without systematic task guidance, how would he know where he was, and where should he find Lin Chushu?

Thinking of Lin Chushu, Zhou Changming became even more depressed.

You must know that the first three identities assigned by the system are either stunning rookies in cultivation, or powerful eternal sword spirits.

But right now, he can easily put the food in Lin Chushu's hands with a flick of his finger. I'm afraid that before the catastrophe comes, he will take the lunch first.

It's troublesome now...

He bit his lip in frustration, but there was a sudden noise nearby, something like a vine protruding from the ground, tightly wrapped around the iron pillar of the cage.

Soon, the branches dragged Zhou Changming forward together with the cage, and the dim light in front of his eyes quickly became brighter. He only felt a tingling numbness, and the bean-sized tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Damn, this body is still afraid of light? !

Zhou Changming wanted to raise his hand to wipe his tears, but the ground was so bumpy that he couldn't move as if his whole body was filled with lead. He could only crawl on the ground with tears hanging down his face, looking very embarrassed.

The vines dragged him to a platform before he stopped, and then Zhou Changming felt a sharp shock below him, and the ground rose rapidly amidst the continuous sound of machine brackets.

He leaned hard to the edge of the iron cage, and only then did he see the scene around him clearly.

The platform I am on is the center of this area. As the terrain rises, concentric circles of auditoriums gradually appear, and the seats are crowded with luxuriously dressed "people", all of whom have green faces and fangs, and hideous looks. .

Zhou Changming's breath was stagnant, and he immediately recognized based on his gaming experience that the group of guys in front of him were not ordinary humans, but demons.

"Wu Shuang Shen Yu" adopts the world view of the coexistence of humans, demons and immortals. The human race can leap to the immortal way after cultivating the golden core.

In addition, there is an inaccessible and mysterious area, where it is rumored that the space-time rift is located, and only spirits with strong spiritual power can survive, which is called the spiritual domain.

All races will not easily break into the boundaries of other races. There are so many demons gathered here, so is it possible that I am in the demon world?

Zhou Changming looked at his slender hands and feet, which were similar to those of the human race, and for the first time felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

Although "Wu Shuang God's Domain" is just a holographic game, every time he can exit successfully, it is done on the premise of completing the mission of Heavenly Tribulation and system dominance.

Now people are fighting for the sword and others are fish for the fish, and there are problems with the system. If he really dies here, will he exit the game smoothly, or...

The more he thought about it, the colder his spine became, until a loud voice came:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the slave family will launch today's third treasure - a mature mirage."

Before he could react, a huge force came from the shackles on his wrists and ankles, pulling Zhou Changming forward.

When he came to the edge of the iron cage, a gray-black claw came in, pinched his jaw involuntarily, and forced him to face the audience.

Facing the dazzling light, Zhou Changming burst into tears again, but he didn't know what kind of delicate and charming appearance he was in the eyes of the group of demons.

With a slender figure and a slender waist, under the long black hair as thick as seaweed, a delicate little face is as white as snow, with moist and bright red lips.

His eyebrows are thin but not light, and his slender eyelashes are as if painted with a wonderful brush, and every detail is a work of art.The water in a pair of peach blossom eyes is sparkling, and the flush at the end of the eyes makes people feel swaying, wishing to have a taste of fragrance.

The moment the strong light shone on Zhou Changming's cheeks, no surprise, the emotions on the scene boiled up again.

The squirrel monster pinching his chin showed color, narrowed his small yellow eyes, and laughed sharply:

"The headquarters of Mingyufang spent a lot of troops in order to catch this mirage in the spiritual domain, and the slave family also spent a lot of money to bring him to this ghost market auction."

"The mirage is made of the essence of heaven and earth. It is an excellent cauldron, whether it is for humans or demons. If you enjoy it, it will increase your cultivation for at least 300 years."

"What's more..." It lifted a strand of Zhou Changming's hair,

"Look, everyone, the blue hair and tail of this mirage is a sign of maturity. If you can enjoy the joy of fish and water with him, and eat and wipe off even the strands of hair, wouldn't it be called bliss?"

Fish water... Furnace cauldron...

The words of tiger and wolf in the mouse demon's mouth shocked Zhou Changming's nerves, making him inexplicably horrified and dumbfounded.

He thought that no matter how unlucky he was, he was still a human race, but he didn't expect that it was just a mirage that had just transformed into a human form.

He had heard of the word mirage before, it was a special race born in the spiritual realm.

In short, he is now = Tang Seng Flesh, and his whole body is full of treasures that increase his cultivation.

It is so rare that no matter whether it is thrown into the pile of people or monsters, it can be looted by everyone.

This can also explain the abnormality of his body. Susceptibility is originally the trait of Mirage. In addition, he has just entered the maturity stage, so it is inevitable that he is fragile and sensitive.

So, how do you get out of the dangerous situation surrounded by demons?

During the period when Zhou Changming was thinking angrily, crazy bidding had already started in the auction house.

The magic crystals used as currency were superimposed tens of thousands of times. Facing the rare mirage in the world, the demons present lost their minds and increased their weight regardless of the cost.

The atmosphere at the scene was stalemate, so no one noticed that a stream of icy air was pouring in from the edge of the auction house, and soon covered the entire ground.

The stinky demonic energy had already made it difficult for Zhou Changming to breathe, and he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths before realizing something was wrong.

Why is this smell so inexplicably familiar?

A certain term in his mind was about to come out, he opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the dome of the auction house suddenly trembled violently.

"not good!"

The squirrel demon snarled and retreated one after another, "There is an enemy attack, protect the goods first!"

The auction hall suddenly fell into chaos, and the crowd who had previously bid in a crowd rushed towards the narrow exit.

The squirrel demon and the little demons manipulated the vines on the platform and dragged Zhou Changming back with the cage.

At this moment, a white rainbow came over the sky, the snow-colored brilliance split the dark sky, and in an instant, sand and rocks flew, and the sound was loud.

Where the light passed, a group of people jumped down from the roof, the leader was dressed in white clothes as bright as the moon, with wide sleeves fluttering, looking like a horse.

He flipped his wrist, and as the serpent-like stream of light extended from his forearm to his fingertips, a bright silver long sword suddenly took shape, waving it with the momentum of howling wind and turbid waves, and aimed straight at the gate of life of the squirrel demon.

Everyone is familiar with the world-renowned Zhuolang Sword, and its owner is Lin Chushu, the Immortal Lord of Jiangyue.

But why did he suddenly appear in the Demon Realm, and kill him in one fell swoop to the secretive ghost market auction house?

Feeling the threat of taking his life directly, the Squirrel Demon no longer cared about hiding his strength, let out a low growl, and greeted the long sword head-on.

Immortals fight and mortals suffer, and the two people who collide have spiritual power or magic energy to protect their bodies, so they are naturally safe for the time being, but Zhou Changming is not so lucky.

The mixed breath invaded without hindrance, he only felt as if a sharp sword had been pierced into his chest, and his blood surged.

Blood gushed out from the corner of his lips, he couldn't hold on, and fell limply to the ground.

The moment he lost his mind, he couldn't remember who that breath should belong to.

From the corner of the eye, the squirrel demon caught a glimpse of Zhou Changming being injured and fainted, feeling distressed and out of breath:

"Immortal Jiangyue, in the early years, the two races of humans and demons signed a contract and did not easily set foot in each other's territory. Could it be that Chaoyin Pavilion will break the promise?"

"The ghost market stole the materials from Mingyufang, and even secretly sold the human monks as goods. Chaoyin Pavilion is duty-bound to pursue the above incidents."

Lin Chushu raised his eyes lightly, his extremely thin eyelids were like cicada wings carved from white jade, his eyelashes were like fans, and his eyes were like cold stars. It was clearly a face that was extremely glamorous, but it could reveal endless determination and chill.

It's just that there is blood under his icy white skin from time to time, and there is a hint of blackness between his brows. If he has some understanding of the way of cultivation, it is not difficult to see that this is a sign that his true energy is unstable and he is about to go crazy.

The squirrel demon quickly thought of some rumors about Lin Chushu.

I heard that 30 years ago, he accidentally got hit in a battle with the demon general Hu Xiehui, and the ancient Shuangyun sword he held was corroded by the demon energy, and he managed to save his life only by relying on the sword spirit to destroy the heart of the sword.

But after the ancient sword was damaged, he refused to throw it away. Not only was he determined to keep the scrap iron in the sea of ​​consciousness, but he even declined the kindness of other monks to find Lingwu for him.

There can only be three spiritual weapons in a monk's sea of ​​consciousness and spiritual domain at the same time. The strength of the spiritual weapon can be said to be directly related to the level of cultivation and future achievements of each monk.

Like Lin Chushu, not only wasting the benefits of a spiritual weapon in vain, it may even lead to out-of-control fluctuations in spiritual power, ranging from loss of skill to dementia in severe cases.

Since his skill has been compromised, he must be in urgent need of elixir to nourish him... The squirrel demon glanced at Zhou Changming, pondered for a moment, and forced out a flattering smile:

"It just so happens that I have a mature mirage in my hand. If the celestial being can forgive me, I will offer him up to help you recover your skills. I wonder what you want?"

Lin Chushu's expression turned cold, and the squirrel demon thought he was in favor of him, but in fact, he completely stepped on his reverse scale.

The instability of his martial arts brought about by the damage of his spirit martial arts was a pain he endured day and night, and it was even more of an unspeakable secret.Now that this matter was easily exposed by others, he was even more angry when he hated it.

The blade of the Turbid Wave Sword turned around, overflowing with aura.

The killing intent went too far, not only didn't give the squirrel monster a chance to survive, even Zhou Changming, who was lying on the side, didn't let go—

The author has something to say: Poor Chang Ming, Chapter 1 was blown up, Chapter 2 was auctioned off, and at the end it seems to be killed by the male lead...