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

In the world so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard, the strange cries of the belly ghost hit Bai Jian hard on the face like a slap in the face.

He has always been thin-skinned, even in the rain, his whole body has swelled into a red tomato, but no matter what, Bai Jian dare not pick up the dagger at his feet.

It hurts so much.

It's completely different from what he thought.

However, even so, Bai Jian didn't reach out to grab Li Fan's sleeves like before. The previous realistic illusions finally made him look directly at the side of Li Fan that he had been deliberately ignoring.

Cruel, cruel.

Ming Yi suddenly disappeared in the team, Li Fan succeeded in slaying the dragon again, Bai Jian had doubts about something, but was finally dispelled by the proof of his teammates and the luck in his heart.

But today, he had to face all this.

Facing the possibility that he secretly avoided.

Standing behind Li Fan, Bai Jian whispered: "Brother...do you know that he was still conscious at that time?"

Knowing who the other party was talking about, Li Fan shook his head.

At that time, the game system jumped out of the achievement, and Ming Yi was pierced through Nilin's throat with a long knife by him, and the slight convulsions during the planing could naturally be interpreted as a conditioned reflex.

Most fish and reptiles are like this.

Bai Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Fan also guessed why Ming Yi went crazy.

"Why are you staring at me with such eyes?" Wen Jiu sneered, easily seeing through what the scumbag was thinking, "I regret that I didn't cut off my head with a knife?"

Li Fan: "Yes."

It was his fault that weeds were cut but not rooted.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Never expecting that the other party would say such words, Bai Jian hurriedly turned around, not daring to look directly into Wen Jiu's eyes, and lowered her head in a vain manner: "Ming Yi, you heard that too, Brother Li He won't lie to me, he really has no intention..."

"Intentional?"

Stepping forward, the young man is slender, but with unparalleled oppression: "Is it unintentional to drag me from the original copy to the game? Is it unintentional to drop my reverse scale and crucify me to the ground?"

Click.

Lightning strikes the sky, the river surges, and the rumbling thunder seems to be full of youthful anger.

The players and the ghosts, who didn't dare to breathe, almost climbed to the roof.

"Let him go," Li Fan said, habitually protecting Bai Jian behind him, "This matter has nothing to do with him, I will let you handle it."

A good one talking to himself.

Wen Jiu was almost laughed at by the scumbag for taking it for granted.

He doubted, would anyone really read the original novel in a higher level world?

"I've already given you the solution," Wen Jiu raised his voice as he looked around. "Whether it satisfies me or invites everyone to be buried with you, you choose."

All players immediately stared at Li Fan.

Bending down to pick up the dagger on the ground, the man in the center of his line of sight raised the knife and dropped it, gouging out a phalanx without changing his expression. Before he could speak, Bai Jian behind him shivered and screamed.

In those pupils that are always full of love, admiration, and concern, there is nothing but fear at this moment.

Although Li Fan didn't want the other party to step forward to stop him, when he really saw Bai Jian retreating step by step, his chest was still suffocated, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Turning his head, he glared at Wen Jiu: "You!"

"Me?" With a calm face, Wen Jiu hit the nail on the head, "I didn't do anything, I just let him see the true colors of you and the world."

In an infinite streaming game where most players are exhausted, Bai Jian can still be so innocent, she was held by Li Fan and stepped on the corpses of countless people.

To deal with a hard-hearted scum like Li Fan, only by destroying the most cherished things of the other party can the other party really feel the pain.

"Since you like to bear it for him so much, let's continue," the moody young man suddenly let go, as if he was extremely satisfied with this farce, "If you can't move anymore, there are still these hundred ghosts who can help."

Painted Skin Ghost, the professional counterpart, became interested in an instant.

Slowly realizing what the other party was going to do, Bai Jian suppressed her panic: "Ming Yi, please..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he met the boy's cold vertical pupils: "Will you come?"

……

I come and I come.

Although he really wanted to refute like this, but when he recalled the pain he had just suffered in the illusion, he felt like his mouth had been sawed off, his lips fluttered back and forth, but he couldn't say anything.

It is undoubtedly an extremely painful thing to peel the bones from the flesh and blood, even though Li Fan has always been emotionally restrained, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

With no one to support him, the rain mixed with sweat, he knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, and there was a puddle of scarlet blood that was bright enough to dazzle.

Worrying about the bad luck of the ancestor, everyone and all the ghosts, no one dared to look away, karma reincarnation, retribution is not good, even the players can't really sympathize with each other.

Who told Li Fan to do things too terribly.

To use the simplest analogy, it is okay to kill a pig, but before slaughtering a pig, it is beyond the bottom line of most people to cultivate a relationship with the pig for several months, and then make the other party into a plate of barbecue.

What's more, Ming Yi is still a companion who has experienced life and death with Li Fan, even if he is not human, he shouldn't end up with no bones left.

In the wind and rain, Bai Jian's low sobs gradually sounded.

Knowing that Li Fan was looking at him, he didn't dare to raise his head, let alone meet the other's eyes.

The bloody smell lingering in the humid air, the muffled sound of bones falling to the ground, and the contemptuous or sighing eyes of everyone around him undoubtedly declared to him: Coward!Cuscuta flower!all because of you!Li Fan has encountered all this because of you.

— But is this really what he wants?

Rather than being left alone in the player lobby, he would rather accompany Li Ge to the final dungeon, whether it is life or death, at least they will be together.

When Brother Li went to kill Ming Yi, why didn't he ask him?

It's like this every time, every time, he understands that Brother Li is doing it for his own good, but sometimes, Brother Li's trust in him is even worse than his teammates.

From beginning to end, he was kept in the dark.

Drenched with blood, mixed with white and red, Wen Jiu felt an invisible coat fall on his shoulders as he watched Li Fan take retribution for what he had done to the original owner.

With a hook with his left hand hanging by his side, he really caught a monk with warm skin: [What?Master Fozi wants to intercede for him? 】

【No. 】

It was rare to no longer isolate himself from Wen Jiu's safety line, Xie Xuan moved, went down, held the boy, and squeezed into the other's fingers intimately: 【You are trembling. 】

Wen Jiu corrected: [It is Ming Yi who is trembling. 】

The joy of getting revenge, the sorrow of being wronged by the heart, the fear and anger of returning to the scene... all kinds of emotions are mixed together, which is too complicated to express.

Xie Xuan: [But your hands are cold. 】

Knowing that the other party would not get wet in the rain, he still opened the umbrella with his free hand and covered each other's heads.

In such bad weather, Wen Jiu was indeed a little greedy for the warmth of Xie Xuan's body, so he didn't care about the hand being held, and even moved slightly to the side of the other party: 【It's so ugly. 】

It turns out that Gong, the all-powerful, handsome and powerful protagonist in the novel, is no different from ordinary people when he cuts his flesh and blood.

The rotten meat generally collapsed on the ground, and in the end the hundred ghosts still had to take over.

Xie Xuan said faintly: [They should have suffered this disaster. 】

Overprotective love is like the flowers grown in the greenhouse, which cannot withstand any wind and rain, and the hidden dangers buried by lies and deception will also explode together.

The author of the original book cleverly arranged this conflict after "Hundred Ghosts Banquet". At that time, Li Fan and Bai Jian were in the home of the game world - a relatively safe and relaxed environment, followed by the final copy faintly urging, Naturally, you can straighten out your feelings and go one step further.

But now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, all the bad things and dirty things are crowded together, with Bai Jian's character, she may not be able to bear it.

Even Li Fan will be affected.

For example, at this moment, after not getting a response from his lover for a long time, the spirit on Li Fan's brows has dimmed a lot with the naked eye.

Growing up together, of course Li Fan can understand every little move of Bai Jian.

The other party is afraid of him.

As scary as those demons and ghosts who died under his sword.

But how could he hurt Bai Jian?Obviously everything he did was to protect the other party, just like when the car accident came, he hugged his little bamboo horse without hesitation.

Yes, Li Fan is very clear that even in the environment of infinite streaming games, he is a bit too cold-blooded.

But he always felt that Bai Jian was different. Even if one day, the paper couldn't contain the anger, the other party would only get angry because of his deception, and then accept him gently.

Just like when I was a kid.

Compared to the physical pain, Bai Jian's reaction was even more unbearable for him.

"Clap."

I don't know how long it took, the sky got darker, and the last bone except the skull fell off, but Li Fan was still half dead because of the breath that Wen Jiu helped him hang on. After the work was over, Painted Skin Ghost wiped his hands, stood respectfully, Wen Jiu bowed.

"No one wants this bone, so throw it out and feed it to wild dogs." Indifferently raised his eyes, the white-haired boy flicked his sleeves, and in an instant, the clouds cleared, the full moon hung high, and the rain stopped like a waterfall.

Bai Jian said weakly, "I...I want it."

"what ever."

Wen Jiu didn't intend to stop the other party at all, and looked at the other players: "It just so happens that I'm also very upset with that main god, so I kindly give you a ride today."

"The boat that came, go find it, and you can leave here in the middle of the night."

The ship when it came?

But isn't the export in the sky?

Even if the boat was washed to the top of the mountain, it would not be able to reach there.

Full of doubts but no one dared to ask, the players imitated the appearance of the painted skin ghost and saluted, for fear of setting up any flag at the last moment.

The teammate before entering the book died completely, Bai Jian said timidly, "...Then what about us."

"Of course I'm looking for a boat." Pointing to the rotten meat on the ground, Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows, "here, the man is still alive, I keep my word, let's carry him away."

After saying that, he turned around and didn't bother to say a word to the other party.

Xie Xuan said softly: [That's all? 】

Wen Jiu sneered: [Do you think he dares? 】

If Bai Jian had the guts to go down the mountain with a pile of rotten meat and a head in her arms, why would Li Fan hide everything from her.

The already doomed ending is really nothing to watch, it would be more interesting to beat the ghost mother again.

Halfway there, he realized something was wrong. He pulled Xie Xuan hard: [Why are you still holding me...]

Before he finished his thoughts, he knocked on the other person's chin when he couldn't see him, and his forehead was pressed against a warm and moist soft spot.

"……hand."

He said the last word directly, rubbing the ground,

Wen Jiu's dragon horns appeared.

The author has something to say:

Wen Jiu: The stinky monk kissed me!

Polite Ghost Mother: Are you?

It's not over, there is still a little bit of scum in the back.

Comparing hearts every day.hug.