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

"us?"

As if he heard something extremely ridiculous, Li Fan stared at the boy's fingertips that were burned red by the rune dagger, and said coldly: "You have been a different kind from the beginning to the end."

clang!

The sharpened dagger collided with the scales, making an ear-piercing sound of metal collisions. The pupils of the white-haired boy stood up high, already irritated by these words.

And Li Fan finally found a long-lost familiarity in the other party.

It's like peeling off layers of hard camouflage with difficulty, piercing the softest inside.

"Don't like me saying that?" The uniquely patterned dagger approached inch by inch, Li Fan lowered his volume, almost whispering, "I knew it was you, Ming Yi."

But so what?

He could kill Bai Jian even if he hurt him.

call--

As the wind blew, the red lanterns swayed and bumped into one place, and the tassels flew and tangled into a knot.

Black air lingered all over his body, the white-haired boy's fingernails shone with a sharp cold light, and the skin behind his ears also showed pieces of crystal dragon scales. With a wave of his sleeves, the little ghosts who were lying on the courtyard wall to watch the excitement were instantly thrown away. fell on his back.

The silent bell in his pocket was shaking and vibrating non-stop, Li Fan knew it well, and quickly put away his previous malicious expression: "You really are a ghost."

From the moment he saw the other party, except for the time when he killed someone, he had never felt any obvious ghost in Ming Yi's body.

For a player like Li Fan who can use more than a dozen copies to plan an item, all his words and attacks are just probing before he knows what kind of enemy the enemy is.

Now this result, he is very satisfied.

At least the props brought in the team will not be restricted.

The dagger turned around quickly, Li Fan cut his palm with force with his left hand, and the moment the blood flowed, the dim rune was lit up, and the boy really dodged quickly, without using his scales to resist.

Huang Mao whispered: "Five Thunder Talisman!"

Li Fan's team is really generous.

Seeing that Brother Snake seemed to be at a disadvantage, he quickly gave Xie Xuan, who was standing quietly by the side, a wink: Isn't it true that the relationship between humans and ghosts is over?Move, bro!Your partner is about to be injured.

Unexpectedly, the monk on whom he had placed high hopes just clasped his hands together and said leisurely: "Amitabha."

——Not only did no vision happen, it even sounded like cheering up the other party.

After all, "Ming Yi" is the ghost who needs to be taken in.

"Clang!"

After several fights, the young man's left sleeve opened like a red plum, with a little blood oozing out, but Li Fan was not much better, his left arm was covered with a trace of frost, and half of his body was almost frozen.

Just as Huang Mao was quietly reaching for the pistol|gun to help the former, Li Fan suddenly withdrew his hands and retreated, returning to his guest room before Wen Jiu could catch up:

Players in the guest room will not be killed by ghosts, but will only be led out of the door by various tortures and illusions.

This is the primary criterion of "Hundred Ghosts Banquet". Although it is unknown how long it will last, at least it has not been broken yet.

There is a thin wooden door, but it is as heavy as the distance between life and death. The boy in white is standing in the corridor, and the blood slowly falling from his fingertips is mixed with black gold that is obviously different from ordinary people.

Several players adjacent to Li Fan's room didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that the other party would become angry and break into the room directly, even taking their lives.

But in the end, the seemingly furious boy still got in the way of the rules, and walked away without looking back.

All waking players collectively breathed a sigh of relief:

Fortunately, in the early stages of the dungeon, the Lord God gave them some room to save their lives, but if they stayed there, they would probably be completely wiped out.

But having said that, judging by the young man's state, he doesn't look like a Boss who went on a killing spree without distinction, plus the words the other party used to provoke Li Fan earlier, could it be that Bai Jian is really tricky?

The fight that hid in the safe house by one party ended hastily, but it was difficult for the players who were awakened to fall asleep again. Bai Jian, who Li Fan said was in a coma, also opened her eyes soberly.

Seeing someone come back, he smiled, his expression was slightly different from before: "You lost?"

"Stop talking nonsense." After making sure that the conversation in the room would not be heard, Li Fan closed the door without even looking at the other party. "I'm sure, it's the ghost that the dragon turned into after death."

"That's good," subconsciously touched the hair but was in vain, "Bai Jian" frowned lightly, "Keep that dagger away from me, you don't want to hurt the person you like, do you?"

A little farther away, a woman with glasses with her eyes closed was leaning on the bed. Beside her was a student boy who was also unconscious. Both of them looked a little pale, but they looked similar to Huang Mao when he was rescued.

As Wen Jiu said, unconscious and lacking the protection of his teammates, Bai Jian's body became the target of all the ghosts possessing and scrambling, and the one who spoke at the moment was the one that won in the end.

"Don't worry, I can't die, you understand the rules." Seeing that Li Fan was still vigilant, Bai Jian raised her eyebrows and pretended to cough twice: "I'm not the only ghost living in this body. Take a dagger to provoke them, who is the one who suffers, I don't tell you, you know."

Silently, Le Fan put the weapon back into the ring.

"That's right." He raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for the other party, with a fake white smile, and his gestures were graceful and luxurious: "How do you think about the conditions I proposed?"

condition.

Li Fan's action of bandaging the wound paused.

About ten minutes ago, he rescued Bai Jian who was almost swallowed by the expansion of the land outside the Boss' courtyard. However, after the other party opened his eyes and said a few words, Li Fan concluded that there was something dirty in his lover's body.

None of the props in the ring worked, and the other party negotiated a deal with him through Bai Jian's mouth:

Sacrifice.

Sacrifice the players in this dungeon and the uninvited guest Ming Yi to each other, and the other party will sign a contract to leave Bai Jian's body and let himself and Bai Jian pass the level.

Cooperating with NPCs is generally only done by desperate lone wolf players. Even Ming Yi, who gets along day and night, has never believed it, and it is even more impossible for Li Fan to believe a ghost's nonsense.

Rather than agreeing to the other party's conditions, he was more willing to knock Bai Jian unconscious, and after clearing the level, bring him to the healing beam for purification.

But after Ming Yi revealed that Bai Jian might be possessed by a ghost, Li Fan suddenly felt shaken.

Because he also doesn't trust people.

Not to mention a group of unfamiliar players with conflicting interests.

Looking at the two teammates who fainted by the bed, Li Fan said: "I want them to live too."

If he is eliminated in the final dungeon, then Bai Jian must have teammates who can protect the opponent.

"Okay." Seeing Li Fan's persistence on this matter, Bai Jian didn't argue anymore, and took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, "The premise is that they are honest enough."

Making the most common expression of Zhenbaijian, she smiled: "Brother Li? Can we talk carefully now?"

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Here Li Fan and the NPC were secretly negotiating a deal, while Wen Jiu also returned to the house in a dirty robe.

The strings in his mind were tense all the time, and Huang Mao stood up: "Is it serious? Why is this blood flowing more and more?"

At first, there were only dots of light red bloodstains, but now, the other party's sleeves were mostly soaked, and even changed color gaudyly.

Raising his eyes lazily, the white-haired boy looked sleepy: "Quiet."

Huangmao immediately closed his mouth.

At an angle where the other party couldn't see, Wen Jiuyi changed his face for a second, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xie Xuan: [I asked you to get some fake blood, why are you still mixing it with paint? 】

It was black and gold, and his clothes were completely ruined.

Xie Xuan: [Respect the original. 】

In the original book, Ming Yi's bloody stools are golden in color.

Wen Jiu: [What about the black one? 】

Xie Xuanyan succinctly said: [Blackening. 】

Didn't this person also get a black air just now?

His forehead was throbbing, and there were only a few minor scratches on his arms. Wen Jiu still took off half of his robe, turned his back to the yellow hair, and signaled Xie Xuan to do the whole trick: [Now they completely believe that I am a ghost. 】

Watching the young man take off his clothes in front of outsiders, Xie Xuan took a step to the right, and his taller figure just blocked Wen Jiu: [Them? 】

[Li Fan and the ghost living in Bai Jian's body,] skillfully tore off a piece of clean underwear, Wen Jiu said indifferently, [Seven or eight, the smell is quite mixed. 】

The round and snow-white shoulders are exposed outside, and further down, there are slightly protruding butterfly bones that are about to fly. Because he is tall enough, from Xie Xuan's perspective, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fluttered. Scan, and you can see the faint vermilion in front of the young man.

He naturally took the soft cloth from Wen Jiu's hand, stared at the scabbed bloodstains on the opponent's arm, and pressed Wen Jiu's shoulder: 【Does it hurt? 】

It doesn't hurt, the wound is very shallow, so what hurts.

Before the words came out, he suddenly remembered the consequences of saying it didn't hurt last time. Wen Jiu immediately changed his answer: [It hurts, it hurts to death. When the master recovers his strength, he must pay it back thousands of times. 】

There are a lot of points, and the items in the main god store are even more numerous. What kind of props does Li Fan have in his hand, even the original book does not indicate each item.

Wen Jiu's impromptu play is to limit Li Fan's thinking, and let the other party use specific ghost-killing props to deal with him, so as to avoid some dragon-slaying knives appearing halfway.

In fact, facing a ghost like him who has lived for an unknown number of years, Li Fan's blood-stained dagger engraved with runes is no different from an ordinary knife.

However, being able to trigger thunder is a bit interesting.

With emotion, he sighed: [I am really worried about the small body of the original owner. 】

I'm afraid that Li Fan will fight with the Dragon Slayer with one hand and Gatlin with the other.

[Now it's your little body. ] Tilting his head, Xie Xuan bent over slightly, solemnly, and blew on Wen Jiu's wound: 【Is it better? 】

How did you learn this trick to coax children!

The skin that was brushed by the warm breath was slightly itchy, and he shuddered unconsciously, Wen Jiu slapped the man's handsome face: "Bandage."

"...Ghost?" Feeling that there was some clue that didn't match up, Huang Mao, who was sitting alone in the corner, muttered, "Brother Snake was obviously transformed from a snake..."

Will the other ghosts grow up little by little?Aren't they all frozen in death?

Suddenly realizing something, he turned his head and saw the corner of the young man's robe shaking. He turned around and grabbed Xie Xuan's shoulder to reveal his small head.

Blinking slyly, the white-haired boy raised his finger and pressed it to his lips:

"Shh."

Regarding the fact that the original owner is a real dragon, he still needs to hide it for a few days.

Wait for the storm to come.

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