Monster Collector [Unlimited]

Half an hour ago.

Qiao Meng wrapped the chain around him carefully, but still couldn't help but took out a bandage and tried to bandage his wound: "I'm acting in such a play as you said, now that the scene is over, the wound should be dealt with."

"Thank you," Xie Changli nodded, "but no need."

He struggled a little to feel the chain: "The chain can be tied a little tighter."

A vein twitched on Qiao Meng's forehead.

Xie Changli didn't want to force people to turn their faces on the spot, and explained: "No matter what excuse He Ping uses to transfer you later, you will use your plan."

"He wants to torture you." Jomont pointed out the problem.

"This chain is just a decoration, I have the ability to protect myself." Xie Changli's tone softened, he was still patient with wayward children, "And I have to make sure he has something in his hand."

Xie Changli said what he was most worried about: "The pair of He Ping and Ding Hu are not good enough. The free migrant workers will send them out, and they will definitely give them some props that can determine the success or failure of the dungeon."

"Before I finally solve the dungeon, I have to deal with this potential threat." Xie Changli raised his head and looked directly into Qiao Meng's eyes. There seemed to be a sea of ​​red blood surging in his eyes, "You will help me." ,Is it right?"

He was told of several plans.

Chomon couldn't refuse his Majesty, whether it was asking him to go through fire or water, or watching His Majesty put himself at risk: "For your glory."

He paused and then emphasized: "If you encounter the situation you are least willing to face, then choose plan C."

So, he wanted to refuse for a moment, then followed He Ping's wishes and left to take care of Dedmon, and actually walked towards the room next to Dedmon.

Holding his breath, Mo Daocheng walked around the room anxiously, continuing to scratch at the ever-expanding mole behind his ear, his mind full of thoughts.

I don't know if Brother Xie escaped successfully.

"Knock, knock." Someone knocked on the iron door twice.

Mo Daocheng rushed over and said aggressively, "Are you planning to torture me? Let me tell you, no matter what kind of punishment you use, Ling Chi, grooming, I will never give in!"

Anyway, I don't know where Brother Xie is going.

A disdainful chuckle was his answer.

Mo Daocheng quickly figured it out, frowning and drawing out his voice: "Joe Meng?"

"It's me." Qiao Meng entered in response, picking up Mo Daocheng, who was as tall as a chicken, like a chicken.

He Ping's people following behind him couldn't help coughing, reminding him not to do too much to Researcher He's people.

Mo Daocheng struggled twice in the air, resolutely gave up this waste of energy, hung there like a salted fish, and slowly read the article in his heart.

"If you want to use your personal skills, don't waste your time here." Qiao Meng's face was covered with frost, and he persuaded him in a low voice when he led the people all the way out, "Your Majesty... Brother Xie asked me to take you go out."

Mo Daocheng's eyes lit up, and he lowered his eyes quickly, and said in front of all the guards: "You ungrateful and treacherous bastard, Brother Xie treated you so well, but you treat him like this, and now you still want to torture me ..."

How can His Majesty value something like you.

Qiao Meng was very angry, and his face became more and more ugly. Combined with the way he led the people towards the interrogation room, the others dared not blame him, and only sighed silently in their hearts for the murderer's accomplice.

trial room.

He Ping finally saw the dawn of completing the task.

After capturing Xie Changli and controlling the next victim, Dedmond, his mission log changed rapidly.

[Current task: "Deep Blue Light"

Deadline: one month

Progress: 80%

Tips: Congratulations to the taskers who have found the murderer, please get the list of victims before the submarine runs out of oxygen, and open the portal. ]

Undoubtedly, the one who knows who the victims are is the murderer, and He Ping has to pry this list from Xie Changli.

However, the moment Xie Chang left his mouth about something that he was so confident in, He Ping felt great danger and pressure, and instinctively withdrew.

However, even though he is an assassin type known for his speed, he is still one step behind Xie Changli, who has been waiting for a long time.

Xie Changli had already grasped both ends of the chain, and jumped up the moment he opened his mouth to speak. Before He Ping could react, he hung the chain around his neck and pulled it down forcefully.

The cold light of the dagger flashed, and the chain shattered in an instant. He Ping still had bruises on his neck, and he had retreated to the corner of the interrogation room: "I didn't expect you to still have a hand."

He looked at the clock at the back and laughed softly: "Did you know? The oxygen generation system on the submarine has a problem. Now we can only use oxygen candles. We only have 40 minutes left."

He needs to call out the final list before the submarine runs out of oxygen and die, complete the task and send it out, while Xie Changli, who is in the opposite camp with him after drawing the kill card, must gather the sacrifices within this time.

He Ping smiled, but the hand in his pocket was already holding the secret weapon: "However, I have the upper hand."

Xie Changli didn't want to talk to him, so he did not hesitate.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to lure out He Ping's secret weapon step by step, but the current situation is exactly what Qiao Meng said he disliked the most.

So now, he just has to stall for time.

When he left, Unlimited Service Company deprived Xie Changli of many things, but his fighting skills and instincts have always been engraved in his bones.

Coupled with the fact that He Ping was absent-minded while fighting and trying to list names to pry words from Xie Changli, the two fought on equal terms, and the battle was extremely stalemate.

He Ping's face faintly showed anxiety.

Drop drop-

Xie Changli followed the sound and saw that it was another hour, and there were only 10 minutes left before the oxygen was exhausted.

In such a moment of distraction, He Ping's face finally turned from anxiety to firmness, and a cold, mocking smile appeared on his face.

He was invincible from start to finish.

Because for Xie Changli, he had to successfully pass this dungeon to get points and survive in Unlimited Service Company.

As far as he is concerned, getting points to kill Xie Changli is the highest goal, and if it doesn't work, he can completely quit.

Thus, He Ping held a tube of crystal clear liquid in his hand.

The liquid exudes a faint golden light. Anyone who takes a look at it will be unconsciously attracted by this light and subconsciously sink into it. Under the soft light, they can sing and dance, forgetting their reason.

Xie Changli took a step forward, raised his hand and tapped He Ping's wrist quickly and hard.

The power of the continuous supply of props was interrupted in an instant, He Ping shook his hands, his pupils dilated, his eyebrows raised, and he showed a standard shocked expression.

Not only because the activation item was interrupted, but the interruption of spellcasting itself represented a name, the name that was sought after by the two split camps at the same time, and at the same time expressed surrender.

"Your Majesty?" He Ping's voice was very soft, and he fell into a strange confusion.

At the same time, the door of the interrogation room was knocked open by a force, and a man with black hair and black eyes strode in, holding a big boy in his hand.

Mo Daocheng finished reading the article a long time ago, and when he entered the door, he immediately locked his eyes on the props, and instantly drained all the strength in his body, and shouted: "Let's go!"

The tube of golden liquid flickered twice in He Ping's hand, and finally succumbed to the power of his personal skills, and instantly replaced the water bottle in Mo Daocheng's hand.

He Ping's interrupted and resurged power rushed into the water bottle unexpectedly, and immediately exploded the poor, weak and innocent ordinary bottle, splashing glass shards and water mist everywhere.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xie Changli retreated and rushed directly to the emergency exit: "5 minutes, retreat."

"Heh." He Ping raised his head suddenly, staring fixedly at the key item in Mo Daocheng's hand.

Under this gaze, Mo Daocheng immediately felt the props in his hand tremble, and then gradually began to dissipate.

Mo Daocheng screamed, he knew very well that the item being scrambled at this time was very important: "No, this item has become his natal item, just like the last time he pitted Qiao Meng, this item will disappear after he Reorganize in the prop bar!"

That's why he was hesitant about the plan before.

Although for the order camp, giving up the props of life is almost hurtful, but under the pressure of the union forces, in order to snipe such a dark horse like him, it is very likely that this method will be used to guarantee the ownership of key props will not be deprived.

"Qiao Meng?" Xie Changli didn't stop walking, he turned his head and called softly to the person who suggested him to use this plan.

As soon as the voice fell, Qiao Meng took the tube of golden liquid from Mo Daocheng's hand with an impatient gesture.

An invisible silver bright spot flashed across his hand, and Chomon was obviously exhausted, so he let out a muffled grunt, trying to swallow the blood that welled up in his throat after overusing his personal skills.

He Ping, who was chasing after him, suddenly let out a miserable cry, staggered a few times, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Daocheng immediately realized what had just happened: "This is the backlash of losing your natal props. You erased the ownership of the props, no, you turned other people's natal props into your own props. This is your personal skill? Oh my god! "

No wonder he was so shocked. Compared with the famous and well-known natal weapon Zhan Mo Dao, Qiao Meng's personal skills have always been a mystery.

He has always dealt with everything with a knife, and rarely uses other props, let alone personal skills.

Therefore, many people speculated that it might be knife specialization, melee specialization, or a personal skill that specifically increases muscle strength.

In the end, this huge secret was accidentally revealed by him. It was so unbelievable that his voice trembled slightly: "This seems to be a skill like theft."

Qiao Meng looked cold, but silently and docilely handed over his spoils to Xie Changli, as expected, he didn't see any disgust on his face.

He suddenly felt relieved, all the things in the past finally dissipated today: "Yes."

The generation of personal skills is always somewhat related to a person's experience. This personal skill also carries a craft that he was forced to make a living and was beaten severely when he was young.

Therefore, he used to be extremely disgusted and ashamed of this personal skill, but he had to rely on this personal skill to survive in the company.

Until that task, he stole from that handsome young man, and then he was casually pinched by the wrist.

Jomont still remembered those eyes and that smile.

Those rare eyes did not show any disgust, only pure joy: "What a pair of hands holding a knife."

People surrounded by thousands of people bowed their heads, like gods cast their eyes on the clouds: "Do you want to learn swords from me?"

Chomon couldn't refuse from the very beginning.

So, he was polished by that person to become the most loyal and sharpest knife under his seat.