Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

"It's Chu Heng." Sikong Yue said through gritted teeth, "He wants to slaughter Liuli Temple."

"I just said he's not a good guy."

Jiang Chi shivered for a moment, the pair of inorganic golden snake pupils flashed quickly in his mind, his temples ached, as if a sharp needle had been pierced straight into his brain, forcing him to flash back many memories from before. An unseen but very familiar picture, the raging fire, the falling dragon, and the dying self...

In the vast world, the huge black dragon smashed the mountain pillars, its horns were broken, and its scales were gouged off. The black dragon spit out large streams of scarlet blood from its mouth, like blood rain falling from the sky... There seemed to be a mournful howl echoing in the ears The sound of the wind is like the mourning music played between heaven and earth.

The boy's pupils enlarged infinitely in panic, and he could hardly hear the voice of the system calling him urgently in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Xiao Chi, Xiao Chi?" Si Kongyue noticed something was wrong with the person in her arms, and immediately touched the young man's smooth forehead nervously, but only felt the coldness of one hand.

Sikong Yue panicked: "Xiao Chi, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Chi suddenly recovered from the terrifying and shocking fantasy, his face was pale and his eyes were a little dull: "No, it's nothing."

He unconsciously grasped Sikong Yue's hand, and asked him eagerly: "What about Senior Brother Fufeng?"

"He's gone to the Sutra Pavilion, we're going to meet him now." Sikong Yue grabbed Jiang Chi's hand and led him through the dark forest.

The Sutra Pavilion of Liuli Temple is not in the temple, but on the back mountain.

In order not to be discovered, Sikong Yue had no choice but to escape from Fufeng's meditation room first, and went around to the back mountain to deal with the guards stationed there, so that Fufeng could enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion unimpeded.

Jiang Chi swallowed, and hurriedly told Sikong Yue everything he could know: "I know that Master Compassionate left a treasure in the Sutra Pavilion, which can restrain Chu Heng's ability."

Sikong Yue comforted him: "I already know, don't worry, I won't let that monster hurt you."

It has been a long time since anyone has visited the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Apart from the fingerprints left by Fufeng on the door, there are spider webs and thick floating dust.

The tower was filled with yellowed scriptures, and a small gold-plated Buddha statue sat in the center with a smile on its face, as if it had expected to meet them this time.

The sound of footsteps seemed to disturb this long silent time.

"Brother."

When the long-disappeared voice sounded behind him again, Fufeng could hardly control himself.

He clenched his palms tightly, turned around lightly, with a slight smile in his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Junior brother is back."

The little fox grew up stumbling along behind Fufeng since he was a child, and he has a deep-seated intimacy with him. He cheered and stretched out his arms to hug Fufeng: "Senior brother, I miss you so much!"

Fufeng touched the boy's fluffy head, before he could speak, the little fox was lifted away by the back of his neck.

Si Kongyue held the little fox who was subconsciously fluttering after flying into the air in one hand, while looking at Fufeng, she said coldly: "It's better to find that treasure first? If we don't go there, the temple will be burnt down."

Fufeng snorted: "Do you think I don't want to?"

He turned around to look at the smiling golden Buddha and said, "It's just that there is an organ on the Sumeru seat of this golden Buddha, and you need to put a key that fits in the shape to open it."

"Looking at the shape, it should be a bead."

bead?

Jiang Chi tried his best to break free from Sikong Yue's shackles, and went to the lotus platform to take a closer look at it by the weak candlelight, and found that the shape of the bead seemed somewhat familiar.

He took off his inseparable Buddhist bead, pulled it hard, and the bead jingled and fell to the ground.

"Xiao Chi!"

Sikong Yue and Fufeng exited at the same time.

Jiang Chi carefully inserted the Buddhist beads that fell on his palm into the hole left on the lotus platform.

Just the right size.

A sharp "squeak" sounded, and a hole suddenly opened on the Sumeru Seat. The golden Buddha fell instantly, and a bronze statue covered with red silk rose up instead.Only the bronze base with most of the gold paint peeled off can be vaguely seen.

"Is this a treasure?"

It looks really heavy, are they going to take this and swing it against Chu Heng?

Jiang Chi was stunned.

Think about it, isn't this picture a bit too bloody?

Jiang Chi swallowed, and tremblingly lifted the red silk covering the bronze statue.

It was a bronze statue with a human body and a snake tail.

It seems that this god statue that came from nowhere is old, most of the gold paint has peeled off, and its face is also blurred in the long-term corrosion, only the sharp and clear scales on the snake's tail can be seen.

When Jiang Chi saw the statue of the god under the red cloth, he felt a thunderbolt in his head.

"Xiao Chi... I caught you."

Chu Heng's pleasant sigh sounded in his ear.

Jiang Chi trembled, subconsciously grabbed the bronze statue, and turned to look at the man in white with the golden mask.

He didn't know when it came, Fufeng and Sikongyue were both lying on the ground unconscious, not sure if they were dead or alive.

Jiang Chi's throat felt dry: "What did you do to them?"

Those golden vertical pupils stared greedily and lingeringly at the young man's pale cheeks, as if delicate and cold snake letters were slowly licking the cold skin.

Jiang Chi trembled and wanted to escape, but unexpectedly leaned against the hard table.

"Tell me, what should I do with them?" Chu Heng pulled the corners of his lips and sneered, "I hate people who covet me the most, car cracking, beheading, and quartering, it seems that none of them can calm me down. "

"Xiao Chi, I think what you think is that you are about to die. Why are you willing to save so many people, but not me?"

Jiang Chi was hairy all over, feeling as if he was being suffocated by a giant snake. He squeezed the statue in his hand, thinking that if Chu Heng dared to get close, he would use the bronze statue to swing Chu Heng's head.

At this time, he still had time to think: Physical supersession should also be regarded as superspan.

Blessed by Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, he can use this thing to stun Chu Heng in a while, and it is best to lose his memory, and he can't remember anything when he wakes up.

However, the imagined bloody scene did not appear.

Jiang Chi squeezed the statue too tightly, the sharp scales cut through the boy's too soft palm, forcing out the bright red blood that meandered and fell into the dent of the statue.

Those rust-covered eyes were covered with a layer of light gold for no reason.

Jiang Chi fell into hallucinations.

The falling meteorite grazed his cheek, and Jiang Chi caught off guard and looked at the golden vertical pupils as big as others.

In front of this giant dragon, Jiang Chi seemed like the most insignificant grain of sand, which could be easily eaten by the dragon.

Jiang Chi stared blankly at the dying black dragon. The strange thing was that although he knew he could be killed easily, he didn't feel any fear in his heart.

The little fox's paws carefully rested on the scaleless flesh and blood of the giant dragon. He was afraid of hurting him, so he could only put them on top of them, howling pitifully.

?

When did he change back to his original self?

The seemingly fierce dragon seems to have a good temper. Although it is about to face death while crawling on the broken mountain pillar, it still carefully curls up its tail to protect the little fox that looks so weak that it can be blown away by a gust of wind. .

The little fox, the size of a grain of rice, could only hug his tail, with tears in his blue eyes, like a snowflake that was about to melt on the tip of the tail.

"Don't die." The fluffy little fox begged him softly.

The giant lantern-like eye blinked gently, and a cold tear overflowed from the bottom of the eye.

What, it turned out to be a dragon, I always thought it was a snake.

Jiang Chi was still thinking in a daze before he passed out.

Wait, why did I say "always"?

Jiang Chi opened his eyes again, and saw Chu Heng who was also in a daze.

He seemed to have fallen into a weird and bizarre illusion like Jiang Chi, and he hadn't recovered for a long time.

this is a good chance.

"Little Chi?" Chu Heng's voice trembled, as if he wanted to touch Jiang Chi's face with his hand.

However, the little fox, who always resisted him, threw himself into his arms this time.

A sharp pain came from the back of the heart, and the sharp tail of the bronze statue pierced the man's fragile back heart, and warm blood instantly flowed over the boy's plain white hands.

Those blue eyes were like a little bewitching deep sea in which to drown the soul.

"Didn't you ask me why I didn't save you?"

The golden mask shattered, revealing a familiar face.

It was a face he should have seen a long time ago, Moran, Qu Gu, Zhuang Yunyi... Many forgotten faces surged up from the depths of his memory, vaguely overlapping with the face in front of him.

Jiang Chi's fingertips were cold, and his fingertips were sticky from the warm blood, but he held the sharp statue tightly, completely ignoring his bloody palm.

"I'll save you."

He raised his face and kissed Chu Heng's lips.

"Drip... Congratulations to the host for completing the task, the dungeon world is leaving..."

"Warning... There is an alien virus trying to attack the main brain, the data is disordered, and the copy world is difficult to maintain, please leave the host as soon as possible!"

"The dungeon world is collapsing... Please escape the host as soon as possible!"

The sharp hissing sound of the system in the ears became louder and louder, almost deafening Jiang Chi's ears.

He watched the world crumble before his eyes.

All landscapes and human beings were shattered into golden shimmering fragments, and the place underfoot became a black nothingness.

Sikong Yue and Fufeng on the ground, and Chu Heng in front of them were gradually shattered into pieces and then disappeared.

He subconsciously reached out to grab it, but only caught a handful of air.

When the system rang again, the tone was as gentle as a handful of melted spring water: "Congratulations to the host for collecting the fragments of seven copies and successfully clearing the level."

"A new life is just around the corner, please enjoy the new life, Master Host."

Jiang Chi suddenly sat up from the bed and found himself lying on a hospital bed.

He stared blankly at his palm, but there were no traces on it.

Everything... seems like a dream.

Wait...it can't really be a dream, can it?

Jiang Chi lifted the quilt with a look of horror, and glanced inside nervously.

Scared me.He breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out the tail is still there.