A drop of sweat slowly flowed down from the temples, converged on the chin, and dripped.

There was only the sound of wings flapping in the garden, and Saman and Ren Yifei didn't move, nor did these strange black, shaggy giant creatures in the sky.

Ren Yifei's eyes turned as bright red as pigeon blood, and black runes spun in his eyes.

Not far from them, there were a few thin skins lying quietly, which were the skins of the maid, and the eyebrows and eyes were drawn on the skin.

In front of them were four huge things that looked like flies.

They have four thin wings, six long limbs with thick black short hair, and the body is covered with a layer of fine hair, but the mouth is needle-like and long, with a gland attached below, the tip secreting some kind of liquid.

Reminiscent of the venomous glands hidden in the fangs of venomous snakes.

Ren Yifei and the two have no doubt that when the long mouth is pierced into the human body, this strange liquid will also be injected.

It might be an anesthetic that numbs the nerves, or a toxin that melts the body, or something else.

Saman stared at the needle in front of him, and after a moment of bravery, his whole body was stiff. He didn't even dare to blink, for fear that if he blinked, the stationary thing would be stabbed by a needle.

Even senior players are still weak when facing the game, and they will die in it if they are not careful.

A tiger fights a rabbit, and he needs all his strength. Saman is ready to fight with all his strength.

"It's him? Another personality? It's still the same weak body, but when I see him, I suddenly have a strong confidence. He is a man with a strong temperament in his bones." He turned his head to look at the white-robed demon behind him. , Only in close contact can you feel this wonderful charm.

Saman glanced at his hand again, and he was still holding him.

With his habit, shouldn't he send NPCs to block the holes at this time? After all, a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. However, at that moment, completely out of control, he subconsciously grabbed him and protected him behind him.

The last time this happened was...

Strangely, in two consecutive copies, there were people who made him unconsciously appreciate.

In the dark, but full of light and hope, Song Bozhi. With great strength, in the chaotic world of demons, this big demon is still restrained and lawful.

Of course, the former is the player.

At a certain moment, Saman was a little regretful, but also a little fortunate.

It's a pity that he can't be friends with such people. Fortunately, he can't interact with such a person-because it means that the other party will also come to bring the barren horns and become a player with no hope and no tomorrow.

The stars falling into the sea are always especially sad.

The white-robed demon looked up at the intruder, red eyes with mysterious power. This red is not the color of lifeless blood, but a purer and clearer color, with a sense of indomitable power.

Suddenly he turned his head, the blood-colored eyes slashed like a blade, and Saman could even smell the hidden brutality and killing intent.

Who is he trying to kill? These in front of you, or yourself?

Saman's hand clenched the sword. If this white-robed demon does it, even if he appreciates it, he can only express his regret and send him to sleep forever.

"Are you afraid of me doing it?" Ren Yifei asked him.

Before Saman could speak, he said again: "Don't be afraid, I appreciate your (scent) very much. Let's go, I will mess up their memories of this period of time, don't panic."

Blinking, the dazzling red in his eyes quickly disappeared, and his eyes returned to the original black.

Using too much force at once, Ren Yifei leaned weakly against Saman's arm behind him: "Help me."

Using illusions on the same creature before and after, or even forcibly confusing the other party's memory, without the interval in between, the effect of the second time will be greatly reduced, and Ren Yifei can't guarantee how long it will last. Of course, there are still three or five minutes, which is enough.

Saman put away the giant sword, and he once again lifted up the white-clothed demon who was pale but still not weak.

I don't know why, but Saman's movements are much softer, obviously he has the same face, and they are all cold-hearted, but he became cautious subconsciously.

The two ran into the corridor with their lead-filled feet, and walked for a long time, turning a few turns before they finally stopped.

Those things have not been chased, I don't know if they can't be found, or there are other restrictions.

Ren Yifei leaned against the wall of the corridor, his face was so pale that there was no blood in his face, he just wanted to take a deep breath and gasp for breath, but he still maintained the appearance of Hejun's cold and big demon.

He felt that his lungs were about to burn, and his breathing was straining his airways. He had never run like this before.

This identity belongs to He Jun, and his physical fitness is properly his own.

Does this count as once again recognizing the essence of his own battle against the five scumbags?

A lantern flower slipped out of the sleeve and landed on the ground, probably brought in while running.

Ren Yifei didn't notice it, but Saman noticed it. He bent down to pick it up, pinched the small lantern-like flower, and put it in front of Ren Yifei. The small light group added an orange filter to the two of them.

"Don't ask why I am so weak?" Ren Yifei asked him, raising his eyes.

Saman looked at him leaning against the wall, his hair was a little messy, and a few bangs were wet with sweat and pressed against his cheeks, but his eyes were still firm, and there were stars in his eyes.

He Jun, who is high above the world and does not eat the fireworks of the world, was drawn into the world because of this small embarrassment.

He stayed for a second, for the amazing beauty of this npc.

He retracted his gaze and said candidly: "If Lord He wants to say it, I will listen. If I don't want to say it, I won't ask."

The tones of the two personalities are a little different, this one's tone is lower and more mature. The feeling is the same, this person is like a generation who has ups and downs from scratch, so he should be more cautious in his words and deeds.

Still a gentleman, Ren Yifei smiled slightly, just like spring ice melting water, wasteland flowers blooming, and the dim corridor was brightened.

"This is an old grudge between me and the master here." Ren Yifei reached out and took off the lamp flower in Saman's hand and put it into his sleeve.

He glanced at Saman, took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "After nightfall, Tingyun Pavilion will 'live'. Also, don't get close to this kind of flower."

This is a thank you, dessert player.

The moist air was blowing on Saman's eardrums, and his voice was a little hoarse, like the timbre of a cello, but before he could feel it deeply, the white-robed demon backed away.

"Come with me." He turned around, and the silky hair brushed Samman's fingers and fell.

Saman raised his head and saw that he was holding an ink bone fan, walking in front step by step, his steps were firm and confident.

No one could have imagined that such a person was so weak that even the demon guarding the garden was powerless to parry.

If the host of this banquet finds out that this white-robed demon is so weak, then... who can resist adding his own color to this clean white?

In a corridor, Ren Yifei suddenly stopped, and Saman behind him walked up to him: "What did He Jun find?"

After four or five seconds of motionless pause, he turned his head: "Did you pass by here?"

The pitch is a little higher and the speed of speech is faster.

The powerful monster with a pair of indifferent eyes disappeared, and this is another personality.

"Walk through." Saman replied, looking at the inconspicuous but very vivid expression on his face: Compared to the previous one, this personality is more like a teenager.

When did the personality change, was it the few seconds that just stopped suddenly?

The main character seems to be reluctant to appear in the outside world and deal with people.

They walked in the corridor, which was repeated and repeated like a twisted labyrinth.

Empty wooden corridors, closed on both sides, without doors and windows and special decorations, only oil lamps in pairs and forked on both sides. This is already very wrong, right? What's more wrong is that all the corridors have no trace of life.

Although every piece of wood they looked at was different, every piece was like new with no signs of use.

Both have a strong sense of orientation, so they know that they have been circling in a certain area now.

Ren Yifei remembered the stairs in a magic novel that can be changed and converted at will. Is this the same for the corridors here?

Saman thought more, he even suspected that he was in an illusion, and this kind of setting is not uncommon in the fantasy background. Thinking of this, he glanced at Ren Yifei one more time: if this white-clothed monster hadn't been by his side, he would have broken the game violently now.

They walked around the corridor without a head or tail, and they couldn't even find the direction of the banquet at the beginning.

Ren Yifei stopped suddenly, and Saman was taken aback, thinking he had something new.

"Break it." Ren Yifei, who was tired of circling, drew out his fan, pointed the tip of the fan to a wall, and said slowly with a calm expression, "If there is no way, we will break one."

Saman: "..."

Saman drew his great sword: "It seems that we are heroes and see the same thing?"

A sword swung down, and the gray sword swayed like a ripple.

Only this time, a large hole was directly broken in the wall of the corridor, and the fragments of the wall splashed. Saman picked up a shard, cinnamon-colored material, and didn't know what it was.

Ren Yifei watched as a hole was opened in the wall by a sword: "Continue."

maze, right?

If there are a few walls, just bomb a few until someone comes out.

Saman laughed: "He Jun wishes, dare to refuse?" He drew out his great sword again, and the light flowed on the sword. Another sword, with special effects.

With a bang, the wall exploded.

The two swept all the way, breaking through countless walls, leaving an avenue of holes behind them.

"Sir—" With a shrill cry, the little old man in the black hat came out, and with a 'smack' he lay down in front of Ren Yifei's shoes, "Please don't continue to destroy it."

Saman inserted his sword into the ground and watched with great interest.

Ren Yifei looked down at the little old man, and patted the closed fan gently in the palm of his hand. Every time he patted, the little old man's heart trembled.

"Explain."

The little old man shivered. He-Jun was not to be messed up even after not seeing him for a hundred years.

"Please forgive me, Lord He, because there are many uninvited guests today, so there are these organs. I really didn't mean to disturb the adults, it's all the negligence of the villains."

As they spoke, the scenery around them began to change. It was no longer an endless layer of walls and corridors, but a small courtyard with a wide view.

Looking at the decoration of the yard and the resident signs on the rooms on all sides, Ren Yifei and Saman both recognized their location.

This is the guest's residence, there is no independent big house, it is all this kind of small house, I think it is the room of those guests who didn't go to the banquet.

This is the pattern seen during the day, but is the pattern during the day the real pattern?

"Cut off an arm." Ren Yifei's voice was cold, with no obvious emotional ups and downs.

The little old man on the ground seemed to be amnesty, and he stretched out his hand to cut off one of his arms, without any hesitation.

"no next time."

"Yes."

The author has something to say: Saman: Fortunately, he is not a player, otherwise, the stars will fall into the sea, and the world will be sad.

Alfie: You are right.

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