Weird World of Immortality

"Why are you so slow?" asked the shortest little boy in blood.

"I've always been so slow." Zhou Fan replied as he walked.

The shortest little boy in blood was a little unconvinced. Just as he was about to say something, he found that his two companions were staring at him coldly, and he couldn't say anything after that.

The three little boys in blood can't do anything to Zhou Fan, they can only start a snowball fight.

The three of them had a dozen snowball fights before Zhou Fan left.

After that, Zhou Fan was completely consumed in the snow of the wooden figures.

Eleven blood-robed little boys who saw the wooden figures one, two, three were taken aback for a moment.

Until Zhou Fan's figure disappeared because the time was up, the eleven blood-robed little boys in the wooden figure 123 had played five or six games repeatedly.

Zhou Fan disappeared in the villa, indicating that the game can be over.

Eleven blood-clothed little boys in the wooden man 123 all stood silently.

A bright red door suddenly appeared in front of them, the door was slowly pushed open, they entered the door in order from tallest to shortest, and the door disappeared completely.

And this bright red snow also turned into a little bit of light and collapsed.

Eleven little boys in blood appeared in the studio, not only them, but the little boy in blood who built a snowman, the three little boys in blood who played snowball fights, and the little boy in blood who guessed boxing.

The little boy in blood who was painting was drawing seriously, he was painting, and the other sixteen little boys in blood did not speak, but just stood indifferently mechanically.

When he put down his brush, he looked at the blood-clothed boys who looked exactly like him and calmly said, "He didn't come here today, where is he playing games?"

"But he is not dead, and neither are you. Is there a rare tie?"

No one answered because they could not speak without permission.

"You can talk now." The painted boy in blood first looked at the little boy in blood, who shook his head and said, "I didn't see him."

The little boy in blood who painted the picture turned to look at the eleven little boys in blood in the wooden figure 123.

The shortest of the eleven blood-robed little boys in the wooden man team stood up and said, "We saw him, but he didn't accept our invitation."

The little boy in blood who was painting looked at the three little boys in blood who were having a snowball fight, and the one who was neither tall nor short said, "He didn't accept our invitation."

The wooden man team saw Zhou Fan, and in the order of precedence, the snowball fight naturally also saw it.

"Then did he play with building a snowman?" the little boy in the **** painting asked the little boy who made the snowman.

"No." The boy who made the snowman gave a negative answer.

The little boy in the blood-clothed painting was slightly startled: "He didn't play games, tell me what he did, why didn't I see him?"

"He walked very slowly," said the little snowman boy.

"He walked very slowly." The snowball fight trio said.

"He walked very slowly." The wooden man team also answered in unison.

The little boy in the blood-clothed painting suddenly realized, he couldn't help laughing, his laughter was shrill and harsh: "It turns out that he walked very slowly, no wonder he didn't play games, and I couldn't see him."

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When Zhou Fan woke up, the sky on the snowy mountain had already lit up.

He sat up, the snow covering his body was broken, he recalled the dream of sleeping, his face slightly condensed and he let out a long sigh.

He escaped again.

While on the boat, he still made the choice not to play games, because playing games had too many unknown risks waiting for him.

But if he didn't play games and couldn't go to that studio, he would definitely be punished by the little boy in blood, so he decided to try to delay time.

The thought he left behind was very simple: Do not go to the innermost part of the villa!

If the intention is only to make himself walk very slowly, then if he does not conform to the rules and is urged by the little boy in blood, he will inevitably move forward quickly or violate the rules.

And the spirituality of 'don't go to the innermost part of the villa' is much broader. If the turtle walk method fails, he will think of other ways in the dream, rather than waiting to die.

As for him choosing to play games in the dream, that's impossible, because he didn't play the night before, so he wouldn't have made such a choice last night.

This is nothing to worry about.

After what happened last night, Zhou Fan came to understand an obvious fact: the little boy in blood in the three places of making a snowman, a wooden man, and a snowball fight will only do things according to the rules. As long as they don't break the rules, they can't help him!

As for the little boy in boxing and painting, Zhou Fan suspects that the little boy in blood in boxing will also only follow the rules, and the little boy in blood who draws is not sure.

He guessed that the little boy in blood who painted the painting might be the one he met outside the villa, that is, the main body.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fan's heart became heavy. Last night, he was considered to have drilled a loophole in the rules and passed it safely, but if the body has a certain awareness, it will definitely make up for this loophole, which means that he can no longer concoct according to the law tonight. Must think otherwise.

Of course, if he could go down the mountain before nightfall, he wouldn't have to worry about that.

But he can't go down the mountain now, and the nightmare tonight can only be solved slowly.

The nightmares encountered by other climbers may not be as troublesome as his...

Zhou Fan didn't think about it any more, but patted the snow on his body and used his infuriating energy to dry his clothes. He glanced at the expanse of white snow, and there were little silks running around in the snow.

Zhou Fan twitched the corners of his mouth, and he shouted, "Come here."

Xiao Xiaoxiao quickly formed a line and called sweetly, "Old master."

Old your sister... Zhou Fan's eyes jumped, and he decided not to care about these idiots with almost zero IQ, but asked, "Where's your idiot master?"

Xiao Xiaoxiao quickly spread her legs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and ran to a place in the snow, then started digging the snow, and pulled out a small black pupa-like object from the snow.

"Okay, wake me up." Zhou Fan walked over, stepped on the chrysalis, and stepped into the snow.

The hair on the chrysalis quickly dissipated, revealing Xiao Qian's figure, she stretched and let out a long sigh of relief, "Ah, today is another beautiful day."

"You little idiot, this is Qianhuan Snow Mountain, the most dangerous place in Gaoxiang County, do you think it's here to play? Every day here is a dangerous day. If we are not careful, both of us will die here. "Zhou Fan scolded with a sullen face: "If you don't hurry up and put away your avatars, you can start your journey after eating something."

"Yes, yes." Xiao Qian said indifferently.

Zhou Fan sighed and ignored the stingy little guy, but took out the dry food and chewed it slowly.

Xiaoxiao put away all Xiaoxiaoxiao, and she also ate some unpalatable dry food.

After eating, Zhou Fan took the small silk and started climbing.