I use a vest to appear live

The dean's Ling Chi continued, Lu Jie didn't treat it so cruelly because it was a scum, he just didn't want to get close to it because it was too disgusting.

Master Lu has no choice. It is really difficult to recover the flying blood blade, not to mention that these monsters alienated or created by Liu An's blood seem to be quite resistant to blood.

With long-range attack means and remote control tools, Lu Jie, who has always been able to sit and never stand, and can lie and never sit, of course chose a more convenient attack.

This gave the dean a long time to think about how to escape.

With the help of its screams and the cover of the butterflies, a blood line suddenly appeared at the place connecting the body and the head.The blood line quickly unraveled and turned into a wound.

Compared with other parts that were constantly bursting under the cutting of the butterfly swarm, this "wound" that cut across the entire part of the dean did not bleed much blood.

The dean's unsupported head quickly fell out of the body and rolled all the way down the body.

The screaming body disappeared the moment the head was detached, but the remaining egg sacs on its body were still shrinking mechanically, but no monster was bred again.

The group of black and red butterflies stopped attacking and moved away from the dean, revealing the dean's headless body.

The egg sacs on it had all been torn apart, and many unformed monsters slipped out of those openings, mixing with the mountain of corpses around the dean.

Lu Jie could see the shimmering white spirits rising from the corpses, passing through the butterflies overhead, and flying towards an unknown direction.

So usually, at this time he should have started to recycle these spirit seeds, because using them as currency, he can exchange a lot of resentment for cultivation in the underworld.

It's just that Lu Jie found that he no longer lacked sources of resentment at this time, coupled with the deception of the underworld, he felt a little lack of interest.

【ended? 】

【no?The host still looks silly. 】

【Wait a moment!If the dean is dead, the anchor will get up too, right? !I remember that the dean threatened before: If he dies, the children who have been spelled here will not be able to live! 】

【ah?Doesn't it mean that he is the only one who can dispel the spell? Those who have been enchanted can't leave the orphanage for 300 meters, right? 】

[Then here comes the problem. We all know that the dean is doing population trading. Wherever you want to sell it, the distance between them is more than 300 meters, right? 】

【well?So the dean will remove the strength spells on everyone before they are sold? 】

[Yes, and not only that.The nurse had taken a group of children to meet a so-called big client before, and the dean was not with them at that time, which shows that the dean does not need to be manipulated by the dean to remove the spell, and there should be other ways to deactivate the spell. 】

[Hands up!I think it should be the red toy fire truck, right?When the nurse took the children to meet the braised chicken rack, he asked the other party if he had brought it. 】

【Wow!Awesome! 】

[It feels like what we are watching is not a live broadcast. 】

[Worship the Emperor of Analysis! 】

[You guys watched the live broadcast too carefully, right? 】

As Yang Shuhang's live broadcast room became more and more popular, more people gathered here, and there were many surprises among the audience.

Lu Jie's expression changed while watching the barrage, and the group of butterflies that had already dispersed suddenly rushed into the flowerbed by the roadside.

Just when the audience was confused about what he was going to do, a scream came from the direction where the butterflies disappeared.

The voice was extremely terrifying, as piercing as fingernails scratching a blackboard, and it was not at all a sound that a human being could make.

Fortunately, the audience can hear that this is a scream, not a noise.

The sound appeared and disappeared like a flash in the pan, and soon the black and red butterfly rose from the flower bed, revealing a round and black object between the flapping wings of the butterfly.

It wasn't until the group of black and red butterflies threw it down that everyone realized that it was the head of the dean.

[When did it run so far? 】

【Rolled in along the body?I think its meaty body is just slope-shaped. 】

【It was cut out by the black and red butterfly, right? 】

[Why do you want to pick it up again?Don't you feel sick? 】

[What was the ghost screaming just now? 】

[Ghost knows, I just feel like my eardrums are going to break. 】

The head of the dean didn't know what kind of damage had been done to his head, half of his head was missing, revealing the greenish brain inside, which looked like a piece of moldy white flour steamed bun.

As soon as it landed, it opened its originally closed eyes, and eight soft tentacles grew out of the fracture under its head, supporting its head and turned around and ran away.

【What the hell! ? 】

[Spiritual pollution? This is it! 】

【Barrage bodyguard! 】

[If you don't die like this, are you Xiaoqiang? ! 】

[This thing is much more powerful than Xiaoqiang, Xiaoqiang does not know about human trafficking. 】

【Am I the only one who cares what Xiaoqiang is? ! 】

[Quiet, don't talk if you can't keep up when you're joking. 】

But even if your whole head is covered with legs, walking will never be as fast as flying.

It was quickly dragged back by the butterfly group, and seeing that it couldn't escape, it didn't escape, and the eight tentacles spread out on the ground and stopped moving.

The dean, who had no idea that his background had been exposed by the audience, looked at Lu Jie with a look of "I don't believe you will kill me".

Seeing this, Lu Jie smiled slightly, condensed a bloody spear in his hand, and impaled the dean on it.

The dean let out another ear-piercing scream, which finally gave the audience an effective answer to their confusion, but no one was happy about it.

Lu Jie raised his foot and stepped on the dean's face. Of course, he used the foot with the intact shoe. The foot with the half-drawn upper that was not easy to fly was smothered by a few red fire butterflies that smuggled in and became complete again.

Lu Jie pulled the blood spear away from his hand little by little, and the red liquid was pulled away from the dean's head with his movements.

The dean could feel that the wine of life in his body was disappearing, so it really panicked.

Its current state is completely dependent on the wine of life, without the wine of life, it is afraid that it will collapse into a spiritual particle in the next second, becoming the purest energy in the world.

At that time, even ghosts will not be able to do it.

"Ahhhhhhh, no matter who you are! You can't kill me! I know a lot of things. Liu An, I know how many copies of you there are in the world. Don't you want to get back your memory and fully recover? An Sir, don't you want to know more about the past, so that she will no longer just regard you as a part of Liu An but remember you as a person? And Lu Jie..."

The dean was stuck. He really didn't know anything about Lu Jie. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out what Lu Jie would care about.

Lu Jie didn't know what the dean thought that Lu Jie would care about. He only knew whether he really cared about what the dean thought Liu An would care about.

He has always been worried, and he has shown a completely different or even opposite character trait from himself more than once, and even said a bad word.

After absorbing Liu An's memory a few times, it seems that his IQ has even improved.

He was very afraid that more memories would cause him to completely become Liu An.

In fact, this has been intended, isn't it?Isn't the face of the soul body completely different from the body's sequelae caused by absorbing too much Liu An's memory?

Consciousness determines the state of the soul, so, do I already have a part of consciousness and start to think that I am Liu An?

This is probably the final effect that the glasses want.

As for what Mr. An said before, that face looks like ancient Lu Jie or something... He ignored it.

As the old saying goes, ugly people are ugly, and handsome people are all the same.

So it looks pretty normal.

Lu Jie was thinking wildly absent-mindedly, without any pause in the movements of his hands, and there was a sense of resistance and fatigue in his heart, and a voice shouted to stop, please don't destroy the peace of this world.

Lu Jie wasn't sure if that was Liu An's voice. If so, did it mean that Liu An didn't want to recover?

He tried to ignore the emotion, but didn't seem to be successful, so he just wanted to get this over with and go home and sleep to get back to normal.

The dean's head began to shrink crazily, and it could feel its own rapid weakness.

It wanted to use its tentacles to organize the blood spear to pull the wine of life away, but the blood red spear was like a branding iron, and when its tentacles wrapped around it, it made a scorching sound, and the wine of eternal life was draining faster and faster.

In extreme panic, it said without thinking: "Liu An! Don't you want to know why you are called the old god?"

It didn't think that saying that would have any effect. After all, the person involved was right in front of him. Even if he had just recovered, he shouldn't even have any memory of his own death.

What's more, she herself didn't know the answer to this question, she just heard Mr. An mention it once before, and she just took such a gamble because she really had no choice.

After it finished yelling, it closed its eyes and lay down on its tentacles, as if waiting to die.

In the darkness, the withdrawal of the wine of life stopped suddenly.

The dean carefully opened his eyes, and saw Lu Jie looking down at it coldly.

Lu Jie was actually just thinking, why does this name sound so Cthulhu? ? ?

Fortunately, this is not his feeling alone, and the legend of Cthulhu is not only circulated in one world.

[This... what the hell! ? 】

[K...Cthulhu? 】

[What the hell, is the boss such a dangerous thing?Why do I suddenly feel a sensation?There must be something wrong with me. 】

[Take me upstairs. 】

【Ah, speaking of which, Liu An's creations are indeed quite Cthulhu...】

【Thinking about it! 】

Seeing this, the dean thought that his words had played a role, and immediately cheered up and said: "Yes, both you and Liu An are called the old gods by the heavens, the gods of the old world! Let me go, I will tell..."

Its words stopped abruptly because it had become an indistinct paste.Its splashed gunpowder landed on Lu Jie's mask and clothes, and was burned to ashes by the red blood fire.

Lu Jie raised his head in the bloody firelight, and looked at the person with a calm expression.

He thought, God of the Old World?Fortunately, it's not some old god.

Luckily.

The author has something to say: Ah, the god of the old world

Can't think of another name

I'm so hard

It was very Crusu, but is it going in that direction and never returning?