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

Wen Jiu was basking in the sun with his eyes closed on the imperial concubine's couch that had been cleaned carefully.

In the dungeon, blood is often the most likely to attract danger. After the unremitting efforts of all players, the guest room area has lost the strange smell, leaving only mottled dark marks.

At this moment, except for a few timid players, the other players scattered to find clues. After Wen Jiu occupied the yard, no one dared to risk his life.

The morning sun is the most pleasant, gentle and just right, but Wen Jiu still frowned, because he pressed his hair again.

With a swish, he lifted all the strands of hair from the back of his neck. The boy rested his head on the armrest, loosened his five fingers, and let the brocade-like tail of hair drag on the ground.

But before the "snow satin" stayed on the ground for a second, someone bent down to pick it up and brushed it lightly: "Get up, I'll comb it for you."

——After a cultivator builds his foundation, he will naturally cleanse his body, Wen Jiu in the past can naturally torment at will, but now, after the tossing is over, the other party will probably swear and wash his hair.

"Trouble." Wen Jiu muttered in protest, being too sunburned to move, but was still supported by the man on his shoulders, and did a sit-up semi-automatically.

Convinced that a certain Buddha would catch him firmly, he leaned back as if he had no bones: "I'm so tired."

For the first time, he felt that being a human was such a tiring thing.

Compared with the agility of the little white snake yesterday, he looks like a cripple now.

"I remember he walked very well." Xie Xuan took out a wooden comb out of nowhere, Xie Xuan deliberately concealed the original owner's name, "only dropped it twice."

Wen Jiu: "That's because there is no one to help."

Not to mention hugs.

His limp waist finally straightened, and he turned his head: "Do you despise me?"

"How come?" Raising his eyebrows, Xie Xuan shook his comb, and sat down in the seat vacated by the other party as expected, "Cut your hair."

After realizing that she was deceived by the other party and couldn't lie down anymore, Wen Jiu's pupils stood on end, she fell back straight, and pressed into the other party's arms: "No."

The lustrous snow color was tangled into a mess, and the puffy hair on his forehead even entangled the boy's horns. Coupled with the slightly juvenile appearance of the other party in this life, Xie Xuan lowered his eyes and almost didn't laugh out loud.

He rarely saw Wen Jiu like this.

Straightforward as a little beast.

His fingertips rubbed against the soft but hard twig on the left side. Before he could straighten out the messy hair, the young man grabbed his wrist so hard that his fingertips turned slightly white.

"Don't touch!"

Obviously, I didn't even feel itchy when I touched it, so why did the monk feel weird when he touched it.

It made him move his hand subconsciously.

The middle-aged man who quietly climbed up the treetop not far away happened to see this scene.

Several nearby old players who were encouraged by him and hid in high places also whispered: "Is it going to attack that monk? Captain Li is right, this thing is really vicious."

But the middle-aged man knew that the snake ghost's reaction was probably because the monk touched its horn. When he dismantled Mingyi, he found that the dragon's horn was extremely sensitive and full of nerves, and death would also cause a conditioned reflex of the body.

If the snake ghost also copied this weakness, he would be more confident in his actions.

However, just when everyone thought that the monk was about to die in Shekou, the white-haired boy suddenly let out his strength and lay back in his arms again.

Due to the limited distance, everyone could only take a general look at it. Seeing Xie Xuan "escaping death", the middle-aged man couldn't help but spit: "Bah, you little boy."

Fortunately, this man was wearing a monk's robe.

However, before they could make another move, a little maid combing her hair came outside the courtyard. She was young and had a shadow, but her body was as thin as a piece of paper. Looking at it from the side, it only made people feel weird and strange. thriller.

Holding a wooden tray in her hand, she folded her wrists at ninety degrees, as if it would break in a second, but it was so stable that she didn't spill a drop of soup.

With a crisp voice, the little maid said: "This is the breakfast brought by my master, please eat it slowly."

White porridge mixed with minced meat, clear bone broth, and green side dishes. It stands to reason that the timely breakfast could satisfy Wen Jiu's hungry stomach, but the moment he smelled the aroma of the food, , his stomach began to churn.

Due to the unpleasant experience of the first zombie dungeon, the original owner, who could still eat cooked meat, fish and shrimp, only lived on biscuits for a long time.

Even if he smells all kinds of meat and vegetables, he, who lives in a Mingyi shell, can't suppress his instinctive reaction.

Fortunately, he has always been an actor with good skills. He was obviously in pain, but Wen Jiu could still laugh.

Raising his hand lazily, he pointed casually: "Let's put that first."

"No way," shaking her head hastily, the little maid made such a big move that she didn't break her neck, "My master said he wanted to watch the guests finish eating."

finished eating?

Is there a ghost who became suspicious of him in human form?

Thoughts were spinning in his head, Wen Jiu blinked, and his eyes were pure: "Your master? Who is your master?"

Little maid: "My master is my master."

"Guests should use it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

The news that a newcomer died in the kitchen has already spread among the old players, and now seeing a maid delivering meals to the young man in white confirmed Wen Jiu's identity as an evil spirit in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

With a boning knife pinned to his waist, he was confident: "An animal is an animal. According to my observation, that snake can't walk on human legs. We just need to lure the monk away, and the rest is easy to catch?"

Feeling that the other party's words were too exaggerated, a female player with a high ponytail frowned, thinking that the other party was from Li Fan's team, she silently closed her mouth again.

After all, since the five-person team headed by Li Fan became famous, the speed of breaking through the level has never been faster. Maybe the opponent has some trump cards that ordinary players don't know.

Not wanting to conflict with the same kind in the dungeon, she nodded: "Listen to you."

With the first response, the rest of the players didn't bother to refute. They were just a temporary team formed for the same goal. If something happened, they would lose the middle-aged man and run first.

The most important thing is that the boy who is so delicate that he needs to be hugged even when he walks looks really weak.

It's so weak that it's hard to think about taking it seriously.

In the yard, Wen Jiu was still arguing with the little maid: "I can't eat."

"why?"

"Because I prefer to eat fresh ones." With a flick of his fingertips, he heard the misfortunes come to the east, and easily touched the big tree where the middle-aged man was hiding. "Look, it's right there."

Turning her head 180 degrees directly, the little maid twisted her neck into a twist, leaving Wen Jiu with a flat back of her head.

Quietly, she said: "I saw it."

stranger.

A group of strangers who can serve as ingredients.

"Give."

Passing the tray to the bald-headed servant next to the guest without notice, she stretched her arm like a rubber band, and in the blink of an eye, she dragged down the middle-aged man who was closest to the small courtyard.

The neck seemed to be strangled by two gradually tightening ropes. The middle-aged man's face was flushed, and he fell hard under Wen Jiu's feet. Panting, he slashed at the resilient hand of the little maid and shouted: "Wait a minute!" What!"

Whizzing.

The sound of piercing the air came, and two flying knives engraved with runes went straight to Wen Jiu's feet. In the copy where the guns were greatly weakened, the specially treated cold weapons were more likely to take effect.

Deliberately pushing Xie Xuan to the side, causing the other party to drop the damned breakfast plate, Wen Jiu stretched his waist, stood up, swept his sleeves, and moved his fingers together, easily stopping the two sharp knives at the front and back.

The newborn skin was extraordinarily delicate, and when the sharp blade rubbed against it, a string of blood beads would overflow, but he didn't care, he just raised his eyes, stared at the player's hiding place and smiled: "That's it?"

Turning the point of the knife, the young man flicked his wrist, and the player who was secretly attacking fell down.

At the same time, the middle-aged man also completely cut off the arm wrapped around him, puffing out a puff of green smoke, and the little maid fell limply to the ground, turning back into a pale human skin that couldn't move or laugh.

"Damn it!" With a forced breath, the middle-aged man swears, and the blade is sharp, pointing directly at the dragon horn on the young man's forehead.

Such a beautiful color, even if it is a fake, should be able to sell for a good price.

The body kept shaking, and the moment he saw the appearance of the boning knife clearly, the violent pain gushing out from his limbs overwhelmed Wen Jiu. Even though Xie Xuan had adjusted his pain sensation to the lowest level, he was still aroused. Eyes flushed.

The uncontrollable ferocity spewed out, and with Wen Jiu's cold and ghostly aura of repairing his body, the weapon was already in front of him, and the young man in white flicked the boning knife lightly with his fingers.

"clang--"

The invisible ripples spread round and round with the sound waves, and the middle-aged man's boning knife, which had been strengthened countless times, spread all over with fine lines, cracking with a crackling sound.

Immediately afterwards, the illusory walls and trees all collapsed, except for the guest room set as a safe house by the system, all of them turned into wisps of light smoke.

Deliberately maintaining the integrity of the beauty bed under her body, Wen Jiu raised her hand and pinched the middle-aged man's neck just in time before he collapsed: "You want to kill me?"

"One time isn't enough?"

The pupils of the middle-aged man dilated instantly.

how come?

what time?

Could this young man really be Ming Yi who came back from the dead?

"That's right." Delicate and crystal-clear scales protruded from behind the ears. The white-clothed boy's fingernails sharpened suddenly, but his voice was soft, and there was even a smile at the corner of his mouth. "I'm back looking for you, Brother Wang."

Wang, the real surname that middle-aged men seldom mentioned, clearly felt that his skin was scratched a little bit. He struggled to explain, but he couldn't say a word.

"stop!"

Guessing that something happened to her teammates, Bai Jian ran back to the guest room out of breath, "You are looking for the person who killed you, right? We can help!"

As if moved by the other party's words, the boy in white tilted his head, but his eyes did not fall on Bai Jian, nor did he look at the other players who came quietly, but focused on the expressionless Li Fan.

Again.

Such eyes chasing him and silently asking for his opinion.

"Let me do it." Patting Bai Jian on the back to give the other party a smooth ride, Li Fan met the boy's clear pupils, and said like alms: "It's okay, stay..."

Click.

Simply breaking the neck of the middle-aged man, Wen Jiu smiled: "No."

"What are you, worthy of ordering me?"

Throwing the limp corpse of the middle-aged man to the group of little ghosts gathered on the left, he lightly said, "I'll see you off."

"Eat."

"I'm watching."

The author has something to say:

Jiujiu: Divide the dead body and share the food with the ghosts after death, it can barely be considered even.

Xie Xuan: ... a bald servant?

It's a bit of a calvin, the double update will be postponed until Monday, this time it must not be a pigeon, and it will be a retreat on the weekend.

Comparing hearts and hugs every day.