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

In the death-like silence, the red quilt wrapped the young man again, and pushed him back to the bed.

The curtain was drooping, and the tip of the nose was filled with the sweet-smelling white sandalwood fragrance. Wen Jiu thumped, trying to break away from a certain big hand that was holding her down through the quilt: "Xie Xuan? What are you doing?"

"Don't you think there's something missing from me?" I don't know whether it was on purpose or not, but the man's empty hand patted his waist precisely, "Don't move."

The chest against the tip of the nose trembled, and Wen Jiu, who was used to people, realized something was wrong. His knees were pressed against the sides of the Buddha, and he felt sore belatedly.

The newcomer woman outside the curtain also had eyes full of shock, her face was flushed, she wanted to say it but dared not say it too clearly: "He..."

Although covered by hair and curtains, she still took a rough look.

Very beautiful.

Like a work of art, when the sun shines, you can't see any flaws.

Huang Mao, who also saw the boy's appearance, opened his mouth wide: "Ming, Ming Yi?!"

The short-haired girl repeated: "Ming Yi?"

"Haven't you heard of it? The pet next to Li Fan, which is rare in the game, can transform into a human form." Eager to change the topic to dissipate the heat on her face, the newcomer girl turned around, tilted her head, and looked at the yellow hair, "He is Ming Yi? Have you seen it? Why is it a little different from the rumors?"

According to the player forum, Ming Yi next to Li Fan is the least ferocious beast. He looks pretty and has a good temper. If it wasn't for his unusual hair color and eye color, he would be no different from a human being.

But in front of this...

Beautiful is beautiful, evil is also true murder.

"..." After being asked this question, Huang Mao, who was originally determined, was also a little uncertain. He had indeed seen Ming Yi from a distance in the game hall, but at that time the other party obviously had short hair, and there were no two small trees on his forehead. Branch-like horns.

What's more, Ming Yi is Li Fan's pet and died in battle not long ago, so how could he appear beside this monk?

Completely ignoring the low-pitched discussions of the few people outside, Wen Jiu squeezed the corner of the quilt tightly, stood up for the second time, and looked down at Xie Xuan confidently and condescendingly: "Give me the outer robe."

——Based on the current cultivation level of this body, let alone changing clothes, it would be difficult for him to completely change a person.

The murdered Buddha had a good temper, and put his fingertips on the neckline. He seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his eyes, and gently tugged the clothes: "You are pressing down on my waist."

Wen Jiu: ...

After waiting for two seconds before the person on him moved, Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Don't want to get up?"

Wen Jiu:! ! !

Who doesn't remember?It's just that the little stupid snake's legs are a bit disobedient.

"Heh." Accurately comprehending the other party's plight at this time, Xie Xuan let out a muffled laugh, clasped Wen Jiu's waist with both hands through the quilt, and easily lifted him into the bed.

Wen Jiu: ...Suddenly I feel like a big doll.

This smelly monk's arms are actually quite strong?

The volume of the two of them talking was not high, but the entire room was limited in size, and it was the quietest morning, the more the newlywed woman listened, the more picturesque she was, and she was even able to imagine the scene behind the thin curtain.

The short-haired girl said, "I brought a change..."

"He's a man." Fearing that the ancestor transformed from a snake would get mad again, Huang Mao quickly stopped the other party and raised his voice: "I also brought clothes, new ones."

What does it look like in just a robe?

The monk in the curtain said, "Thank you, no need."

After about 5 minutes, the boy with white hair and golden pupils finally showed his face again. He was wearing a robe and a well-dressed inner jacket. The whole body was a solid color, but the size was a bit too big. The cuffs covered his fingertips, and the trousers were rolled up. twice.

His calf was hanging by the bed, he didn't wear shoes, his feet seemed as if they had never walked before, they were as greasy as jade, not even a thin callus could be seen, only the ten round toes could show a bit of blood.

The newcomer girl instantly felt that she had jumped from a copy of "The Banquet of Ghosts" to "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", and the young man was that beautiful monster who would make people willing to die.

Even a down-to-earth straight man like Huang Mao couldn't help being stunned for two seconds.

Convinced that this face was at least [-]% similar to his impression, he deliberately pronounced the words more clearly: "Ming Yi?"

Wen Jiu: "No."

"Aren't you dead? And you're Li Fan's favorite...teammate." Hearing the other party's response to him, Huang Mao hurriedly speeded up his speech and asked in multiple voices, "What's going on now? How did you get along with this monk?" stay together?"

No wonder the monk was able to retreat completely when he was called last night. No matter how weak Ming Yi's strength was, his body was still a white dragon, which was more than enough to deter a little guy like a scholar ghost.

Surviving an S-level dungeon is hard enough, he doesn't want to be targeted by a ruthless person like Li Fan again.

"Ming Yi," repeating these two words slowly, Wen Jiu turned to look at Xie Xuan, "So my name is Ming Yi?"

A certain Buddhist disciple who tacitly accompanied the other party in acting: "Maybe."

Huangmao: Wait a minute.

What is "so my name is Ming Yi"?This is an infinite streaming game, and it's not an ancient idol drama with bloody blood. Is it suitable for an amnesia stalk to pop up suddenly?

It is more reliable to say that it is a broken brother with Ming Yi.

But the young man whom he was crazily complaining about in his heart didn't find it strange. He sat on the side of the bed obediently, just like his eyes, exuding an innocent and evil beauty.

——How the hell could this be Ming Yi!

Huangmao roared silently: Even though the opponent was so weak that he could be knocked down with one finger, no one in the whole room dared to approach the young man except for that weird monk.

Who told human beings to have the instinct to stay away from danger all the time?

As if smelling the vague uneasiness in the air, the young man smiled, licked his scarlet lips, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and he was speaking to the monk, but his eyes kept turning around the other three: "Xie Xuan, I hungry."

It turned out that the monk's name was Xie Xuan.

The brain automatically processed the information it heard, and before Huang Mao could think more, the boy's gaze fell directly on him.

don't you?Didn't I hear that the Jiao raised by Li Fan can also eat people?Is it too late for him to run now?

"There are still a few grapes left from last night." Seeing that Huang Mao's ring-wearing left hand had already been put into his pocket, Xie Xuan uttered in time, stopping a certain ghost's playful prank, "Do you want to eat it?"

Wen Jiu disliked it: "No."

"Then we can only wait for a little peace outside," Xie Xuan didn't care about the boy's indifferent stare, got out of bed, and asked politely, "Will breakfast be provided in normal dungeons?"

Huang Mao, who was completely questioned: ...

Breakthrough!Breakthrough!Can we have some respect for this life-or-death game?I didn't know, I thought they were going to another world for vacation as a group!

On the contrary, a rookie girl who was as inexperienced as Xie Xuan picked up the words in a low voice: "Generally not, you will be hungry in the dungeon, but you won't starve to death. The storage space of the ring is limited, and most of you bring compressed biscuits."

Wen Jiu: Tsk.

There is nothing to eat the dry flour slag, it is not as good as the few leftover grapes on the table.

The short-haired girl said: "Maybe you can ask the fox girl, she should know where to eat."

"Stop, stop, do you remember where this is?" Hearing that the topic was getting more and more deviated, Huangmao was a little sluggish in his collapse, and gradually regretted that he had joined such a weird combination.

He quickly opened the window and closed it again, "Do you smell it? Blood."

With such a strong smell of rust, at least ten people were recruited in the entire guest room area last night.

Either die or hurt.

Wen Jiu sneered, "What's there to be afraid of? I..." Heck, it's like looking in a mirror.

thump.

Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, he wanted to get out of bed and drink some water, so he knelt on the ground with soft knees, and a pure white flower bloomed behind his wide robe.

Huangmao: It's hopeless.

Their messy combination is completely hopeless.

The only one who looked like a boss turned out to be an idiot who couldn't even walk.

Finding an angle with his right arm to support the boy's knee, Xie Xuan suppressed a smile, bent down, and picked him up from the ground steadily.

Lightly shaking the weight of the person in his arms, he lowered his eyes and looked into Wen Jiu's eyes: "... grow up?"

Wen Jiu: ...

According to the experience and memory of the original owner, it would take at least three to five days for him to transform into a human form, just in time for the end of this dungeon.

But who would have imagined it, probably because he was originally a human being, and the idea of ​​becoming a human subconsciously was too strong, and finally became the nondescript appearance he is now.

Not to mention the confiscation of the horns, it is even difficult to walk.

I lost my share.

"It's okay." The volume was so low that only each other could hear, Xie Xuan smiled, "Anyway, you are Ming Yi now."

The embarrassment can't be thrown on Wen Jiu.

Because of his posture, when Xie Xuan said this, his thin lips almost brushed against the tips of his ears, his body without the protection of scales was more sensitive than ordinary people, Wen Jiuhuang swayed his legs a little itchy: "Put me down. "

Xie Xuan: "Are you sure?"

Wen Jiu: ...I really want to bite someone.

"Hey, it's a pity that this dungeon is not a hospital, otherwise I can find a wheelchair or something." Inexplicably feeling that staying in the room is a bit redundant, Huang Mao cleared his throat uncomfortably.

Not daring to speak ill of people in front of the righteous master, he winked at Xie Xuan from an angle that Wen Jiu couldn't see: What should I do?Just hold it like this?When the time comes, the ghosts will come, and they will not be able to run even if they want to.

Xie Xuan nodded cooperatively: Indeed, this is a problem.

Although he could hug him, Wen Jiu might not be willing.

"Hurry up." With one free hand, Xie Xuan dragged the chair out, leaned over, and put down the little stupid snake hooked around his neck, and poured another glass of water: "Sit for a while."

"Don't step on the ground."

In the next second, the boy's disobedient feet that were about to move around suddenly stopped.

With such foresight, Huang Mao was amazed.

He felt that he might not be so patient in raising his son in the future.

The sky was getting brighter, and the time on the ring came to 06:30. According to past rules, daytime is always safer than nighttime.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, someone slammed down their door with a small stone from a distance: "Are you still alive? If you are alive, come out by yourself."

The heart of defense is indispensable, especially in infinite streaming games.

But before the old player who was in charge of calling people went to the next room, the door where the strange monk lived suddenly creaked open automatically without wind.

Twirling a drooping grape in his hand, he closed his sleeves at the white-haired boy at the door, his brows and eyes were full, and he was full of hostility:

"Who allows you to smash my door?"

The author has something to say:

Huangmao: Brother Snake, Brother Snake, calm down.

After amnesia, hostility lingering, temper has changed drastically, dog blood stems have √

The newly bought chair will arrive tomorrow, save more manuscripts in the past two days, and resume double updates on Saturday (if you write and publish now, I am afraid that there will be bugs that will not be considered)

Daily comparison, mua.