After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

When Wen Jiu in the guest room heard these words, he wanted to rush out and give Li Fan a kick.

But he can't.

The calm to indifferent familiar tone made him start to tremble uncontrollably, as if the damage the original owner had suffered had been deeply engraved into his bones and blood, and even a different soul could not get rid of it.

"Is Ming Yi right? My name is Li Fan, and I will be your captain from now on."

"Ming Yi, it's okay, raising you is my choice, don't care what other people say."

"Ming Yi, is the injury serious? Bai Jian cannot live without people, can you..."

"Ming Yi..."

"Ming Yi."

"I need to kill a dragon."

The originally peaceful river of fate suddenly surged, and countless memories rolled out. Wen Jiuzheng had a headache, and suddenly there was a warm spot between his brows, bringing a ray of clarity: "Wen Jiu."

[A dragon is a dragon, and the obsession after death can be tossed more than ordinary people. 】Finding that Xie Xuan had adjusted the pain of this body to the lowest level, Wen Jiu calmed down, exhaled slowly, and lay back in the opponent's hand again: 【Really, if Li Fan was willing to gently coax and ask the previous question, this little girl Silly Dragon probably washed his neck and lay flat on his own. 】

—I need to kill a dragon.

This is the answer that the original owner got after asking "why" at the last breath.

All tolerance, cultivation, and kindness are false. From the very beginning, he was destined to be stabbed by the person he trusted the most.

But why didn't Li Fan ask him?

Ask him if he is willing to give his life to bring the person he likes back to reality.

Anyway, he is just an NPC in the copy of the game, he has no family, no past, and he was born to be killed by the players who broke through the level.

If Levank had asked him in advance, at least, he would not have died so painfully.

But it's a pity that the protagonist of this small world, Gong, only trusts Bai Jian who grew up with him since he was a child. No matter how naive, simple, and bloody the original owner is, in Li Fan's eyes, the other party is the same. Aliens that need to be guarded at all times.

Especially when it comes to issues involving life and death, there is no guarantee that they will not become violent.

What's more, Li Fan can tell that Ming Yi likes him, at least has a little affection for him, if the other party knows that everything he does is to keep Bai Jian safe, things will probably no longer be under his control.

After all, Ming Yi still has the option of committing suicide.

Even if there is no escape, the other party has the ability to easily destroy his plan.

So he had to act until the last moment, until the other party died.

Ming Yi didn't die but he answered the question. For Li Fan, it was already a mistake.

【Co-authoring, he still feels that his heart has softened? ] Turning to the chapter where the original owner was killed, Wen Jiu wanted to squeeze his fist but didn't have the hardware, so he had to twitch the original book.

Let’s not mention it far away, let’s just say that the bosses from all walks of life who are often pushed to the homepage by Weibo know to tell the heroine before digging out the kidney and drawing blood.

This Li Fan can't even compare with them.

Feeling that Wen Jiu's expression of joy and anger was really interesting, Xie Xuan sat at the table, stared at him with interest, and poured a cup of tea slowly: "Calm down."

Wen Jiu: ...

He just seemed to be doing something very childish.

The bestiality of the day.

"Very cute," Xie Xuan guessed what the other party was thinking from the tip of the snake's froze tail, Xie Xuan pushed the teacup forward, "It's rare to see you so honest."

"Except when angry."

[You don't need to add the latter sentence. 】 Probe took a sip of water, Wen Jiu snorted coldly.

"Knock knock knock."

The closed door was tapped three times, and Huang Mao's voice came from outside: "Master? Holy monk? There are not enough guest rooms, can we share a room tonight?"

Glancing over the little snake who was secretly sulking beside the teacup, seeing the other party nodding, Xie Xuancai said, "Come in."

squeak-

The wooden door of the guest room is old, and it is inevitable that it will make a sound when it is opened and closed. At this moment, without the cover of the discussion of the players, it is particularly harsh and abrupt.

Huang Mao was also taken aback: "It's not convenient to go out at night."

As a lone wolf who is too lazy to fight with others, Huangmao rarely teamed up with other players in the previous dungeons unless the rules emphasized it.

He has never expected to return to the real world, and he has only one purpose in participating in the dungeon: to stay alive.

Other than that, points, rankings, and image are not important.

It stands to reason that even if he had to choose a roommate to live with because of the number of rooms, he shouldn't choose the monk who is showing off tonight, but his instinct is to keep urging, jumping and saying that the little snake is reliable.

Therefore, Huang Mao, who had already walked to other guest rooms, finally turned around and stood in front of Xie Xuan's door.

"There seem to be two standing outside." After closing the door, he whispered.

One is a short-haired girl who was spattered with blood from her companions, and the other is a newcomer girl who was held by a little ghost on the mountain. The S-level dungeon does not care about pity and pity. Regardless of gender, those who are weak and have contact with ghosts are often the most likely to be rejected.

Risk aversion is human nature.

But if you think about what the fox girl said, if you don't rest in the guest room tonight, you will probably encounter something unexpected.

At this moment, the short-haired girl seemed to have given up struggling, only the newcomers were still knocking on the door, hoping that a team would let her in for a night.

Left and right didn't come here to clear the dungeon. Xie Xuanxuan's guest room was in the farthest position, and the general noise could only be vaguely heard, but the picky little snake playing with grapes turned his head impatiently: [Open the door. 】

Xie Xuan: "Huh?"

Wen Jiu: 【She knocked me up. 】

The roommate in the same room suddenly mumbled to himself thoughtlessly. Huang Mao, who was guarding by the window, was startled, and turned to look at Xie Xuan, only to realize that the monk was "chatting" with the little white snake.

Swallowing secretly, he tentatively asked: "Can you really understand what it says?"

Xie Xuan: "Yes."

Huangmao: "Then what did it just say?"

"Open the door for the girls outside." Remembering that the other party is also his roommate, Xie Xuan asked kindly: "Do you mind?"

Huangmao: ...

He minds!

Of course he minds!

But his intuition told him that it would be fruitless to refute Brother Snake.

Besides, it is not realistic to find a new room now.

Quickly reviewing the hole cards he had, Huang Mao pointed out the bottom line: "It is possible, but in danger, I will only save my life."

Xie Xuan nodded: "Understood."

Although he practiced Buddhism, he didn't cross over easily.

Outside the house, the pale moonlight mixed with the bright red lanterns, the newlywed woman bit her lower lip in despair, and suddenly heard a creaking sound of a door opening and closing.

With peaceful eyes and brows, the monk in white robe stood by the door, with no emotion in his words, but inexplicably calm: "Do you want to come in?"

"Yes!" The tears she had suppressed for a long time erupted like a bank, she wiped her face indiscriminately, and nodded heavily, "Thank you! Thank you! I will definitely not hold back!"

Afraid of disturbing something that might be hidden in the night, although the new woman was excited, her voice was not loud. The short-haired girl beside the weeds in the yard glanced back, didn't speak, and turned around silently, hugging her knees, looking very depressed .

Just when Xie Xuan was about to close the door, he was suddenly jerked by the little snake wrapped around his wrist: 【Call her in. 】

Xie Xuan: ...?

Wen Jiu: [Call. 】

After 10 minutes, only one person and one snake lived in the guest room, which obviously became much more crowded.

As the earliest owners of the room, Wen Jiu and Xie Xuan undisputedly occupied the C position in the house - a large mahogany bed with light-colored curtains.

Washing her hair with the well water in the yard and changing her clothes, the short-haired girl no longer had the smell of blood on her body, revealing her originally beautiful and sweet appearance.

A few unoccupied chairs were put together, and the tablecloth was torn off. Huang Mao was lying on the imperial concubine's couch opposite the window, with his eyes closed, showing no intention of being modest.

I don't know if it was an accident or setting, but there was no candlelight in the guest room, and the red lanterns were hung in front of the door. The colors reflected always reminded people of blood moon and other scenes.

The ring issued by the system can be used to check the time. Just after twelve o'clock, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, footsteps, laughter, bellows-like heavy breathing, all kinds of visions came one after another.

Keeping her eyes fixed on the door, the newcomer girl who was holding the talisman in her hand hugged herself tightly.

Not long after, a muffled sound came from a nearby room, followed by a suppressed, dying scream: "Save..."

The new woman couldn't help shivering.

However, the other people in her room were very calm, at least the little yellow-haired brother she could see out of the corner of her eye didn't even move their eyelashes.

Wen Jiu in the curtain said lazily: [It's so fake, it doesn't even smell like blood. 】

I really don't know who will be deceived by this little trick.

The pure white snake nimbly moved to his chest and then remained motionless. Xie Xuan closed his collar and patted the opponent's head: "Sleepy?"

Wen Jiu, who was instantly shaken: [Don't talk, shock. 】

The tip of his tongue was scarlet, and he yawned: 【Tomorrow I should grow up a bit, so get ready. 】

He is irresponsible if he gets knocked out.

【good. ] Stretching out his right hand, Xie Xuan pulled down the curtain: 【I'll watch the night, good night. 】

There are four people in the house, except for Huang Mao, the others have more or less been related to ghosts. In this dangerous environment similar to raising Gu, the newcomers thought that they would have a very difficult night. Who would have imagined, Until the early hours of the morning, there was nothing unusual about their room, and in the end, she even leaned against the table and took a nap.

Dimly, the newlywed woman faintly heard some rustling noises on the left side, opened her eyes vigilantly, her pupils narrowed, and found that the bed of the young monk from yesterday had been piled up high.

what is that?

Is it a ghost?

When did you come in?

Stretching out her hand to rub her sore and numb legs, she tiptoed up, gently pushed the little yellow-haired brother not far away, and signaled him to look inside.

Huang Mao, who pretended to be woken up, was also very surprised: he didn't dare to sleep soundly all night, when was there more in the room...

Before he could figure it out, a hand suddenly stretched out from the half-covered curtain.

A hand a few sizes smaller than an adult male.

Slender, fair-skinned, slightly drooping, at first glance she looks weak and boneless, with only a little pink on her fingertips.

"It's so noisy." The strange voice said.

The rookie woman's nerves were stretched to the tightest: "Who, who?!"

Then, she saw the red quilt move, and a young man with horns on his forehead and snow-white hair sat up.

Pulling back the curtain with a swish, his lips were stained with blood, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet, his eyes were half-closed, and the honey-like pupils had two dark lines:

"To shut up."

The author has something to say:

Huang Mao: ... Ming, Ming Yi? !

Cough, get up and smell classmate angrily, guess where you are sitting.

Comparing with each other every day, Jiumi.