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44. Spring Banquet (10)
A drop of sweat flowed slowly from the sideburns, converged to the chin and dripped.
There was only the sound of wings vibrating in the garden, Sam and Ren Yifei were motionless, and these strange black, shaggy giants in the sky were motionless.
Ren Yifei's eyes turned as bright red as pigeon blood, and black runes twirled in their eyes.
Not far from them lay a thin skin, the skin of the handmaid, with real eyebrows and eyes painted on it.
And in front of them is a giant bird that looks like a fly.
They have thin wings, six long limbs with thick black short hair, and are covered with fine hair, but their mouths are needle-like and long, with a gland attached to them and secreting some kind of liquid at the tip.
Reminiscent of the venomous glands hidden in the fangs of poisonous snakes.
Ren Yifei and Ren Yifei had no doubt that when the long mouth pierced into the human body, this strange liquid was also injected into the body.
It may be an anesthetic that paralyzes the spirit, or a toxin that melts the flesh / body, or something else.
Sam stared at the needle in front of him, and after a moment of bravery, he was stiff. He dared not even blink for fear that the thing that stopped would come with a needle in the blink of an eye.
Even senior players, who are still weak in the face of the game, will die in the game if they are not careful.
The tiger needs all its strength to fight the rabbit, and Sam is ready for an all-out battle.
"is that him? Another personality? Obviously, he was still as weak, but he suddenly had the confidence to be strong. He is a man with a strong character in his heart. " He turned his head to the demon in white behind him and got in close contact to feel this wonderful charm.
Sam glanced at his hand again, and he was still holding him.
According to his habit, shouldn't npc be sent to plug the loophole at this time? After all, friends do not die poor. However, at that moment, it was completely out of control, and he unexpectedly subconsciously went to hold him and protect him behind him.
The last time this happened, it was.
Strange, two copies in succession, there are people he can not consciously appreciate.
Song Bozhi, who is in the dark but full of light and hope. With strong strength, in a chaotic world of demons, but still restrain this demon who keeps the order.
Of course, the former is a player.
At one moment, Sam had some regrets and some rejoicing.
It's a pity that he can't make friends with such people. Fortunately, he can't associate with such a person-because it means that the other person will also come to bring the barren horn and become a player with no hope and no tomorrow.
When the stars fall into the sea, it is always particularly sad.
The demon in white looked up at the intruder, his red eyes with mysterious power. This kind of red is not the color of the blood that has lost life, but a more pure and transparent color, with an indomitable sense of strength.
Suddenly he turned his head, his bloody eyes scraped like a blade, and Sam could even smell the hidden violence and murder.
Who is he trying to kill? What's in front of you, or yourself?
Sam's hand clenched the sword, and if the demon in white started to appreciate it, he could only express his deep regret and send him to sleep forever.
"are you afraid I'll do it?" Ren Yifei asked him.
Before Sam could open his mouth, he murmured, "Don't be afraid, I admire you very much." Come on, I'll confuse their memories of this period of time. There's no need to alarm them. "
Blink, the eye-catching red quickly disappeared, and his eyes returned to their original blackness.
After using too much power, Ren Yifei leaned weakly against Sam's arm behind him: "help me."
Before and after the use of illusions on the same student, and even forcibly confuse each other's memory, there is no interval between them, and the effect of the second time is reduced, and Ren Yifei cannot guarantee how long it will last. Of course, there are still three or five minutes, and that's enough.
Sam put away his sword, and he once again picked up the demon in white, who was a little pale, but still did not show signs of weakness.
I do not know why, Sam's movements are much softer, obviously the same face, but also high-cold type, but subconsciously become careful.
The two men ran into the corridor with their lead-filled feet and walked for a long time. They turned a corner and finally stopped.
Those things did not come, do not know whether they can not be found, or there are other restrictions.
Ren Yifei leaned against the wall of the corridor, his face was so white that he only wanted to take a deep breath and gasp for breath, but he still maintained the appearance of a cold and high-spirited demon of Hejun.
He felt that his lungs were burning and his breathing hurt. He had never run like this before.
This identity belongs to Hejun, and his physical quality is in good order.
Is this once again a clear understanding of the nature of people with very poor fighting ability?
A lantern slipped out of its sleeve and fell to the ground.
Ren Yifei did not notice, but Sam noticed. He bent down to pick it up, pinched the small lantern-like flower and put it in front of Ren Yifei. A small ball of light added an orange filter to the two of them.
"Don't ask me why I'm so weak?" Ren Yifei raised his eyes and asked him.
Sam leaned against the wall, his hair a little dishevelled, his bangs wet with sweat and pressed against his cheek, but his eyes were still firm, and there were stars in his eyes.
The Hejun, who was high above and did not eat the smoke and fire of the world, was engraved with a small embarrassment and was pulled into the world.
He stayed for a second for the amazing beauty of the npc.
He closed his eyes and said openly, "Crane wants to say, and I listen." If I don't want to talk about it, I won't ask. "
The two personalities speak in a slightly different tone, and this one has a lower tone and appears to be mature. He feels the same way. He is like a self-made man who has been up and down for half his life, and he should be more careful in his words and deeds.
Still a gentleman, Ren Yifei shone slightly, just like the ice in spring, the flowers in the wasteland, and the dim corridor suddenly brightened.
"this is my old feud with the owner of this place." Ren Yifei reached out and took off the lantern in Sam's hand and put it in his sleeve.
He glanced at Sam, stepped forward and murmured in a low voice, "after nightfall, Ting Yun Pavilion will be 'alive'." Besides, don't go near this kind of flower. "
This is Xie Li, dessert player.
The moist air was blowing on Saman's ear film, and his voice was a little hoarse, much like the timbre of a violin, but before he could feel it deeply, the demon in white backed away.
"follow me." He turned and his supple hair brushed Sam's fingers and fell.
Sam looked up and saw that he was holding an ink-bone fan in his hand, step by step in front of him, firmly and confidently.
No one could have imagined that such a man was so weak that even the demons guarding the garden could not resist.
If the host of the banquet finds out that the demon in white is so weak, then. Who can resist adding his own color to this whiteness?
In a corridor, Ren Yifei suddenly stopped, and Sam, who was behind him, walked up to him and said, "what have you found out about Crane?"
After a five-second motionless pause, he said to himself, "are you walking here?"
The voice is a little higher and the speed is faster.
That high above, a pair of eyes with a little indifference, the strong evil spirit disappeared, this is another personality.
"pass by." Saman replied, his eyes glaring at the less obvious but vivid expression of the face: this personality is more like a teenager than the previous one.
When did the personality change? is it the second that just stopped suddenly?
The main personality seems to be reluctant to appear in the outside world and make friends with people.
They walked in the corridor, which was repeated like a twisted labyrinth.
The empty wooden corridor is closed on both sides, with no doors, windows and special decoration, and only pairs of forked oil lamps on both sides. This is very wrong, isn't it? What's even more wrong is that there is no trace of life in all the corridors.
Although each piece of wood they cut is different, each piece is the same as the one they have used, and there is no trace of their use.
Both of them have a strong sense of orientation, so they know how to move around, and now they have been circling around in a certain area.
Ren Yifei remembered that the stairs in some magic novel can be changed at will. Is it the same with the corridor here?
Sam thought a little more, and he even suspected that he was in a fantasy, a setting that is not uncommon in a fantasy background. At the thought of this, he gave Ren Yifei one more look: if it hadn't been for this white-clad demon, he would have violently broken the game now.
They walked all the way down the corridor, without a head or a tail, and could not even find the direction in which they had started the feast.
Ren Yifei suddenly stopped. Sam was stupefied and thought he had found something.
"break it." Tired of turning around, Ren Yifei pulled out his fan, facing a wall with a calm expression, saying, "since there is no way, we will break one."
Sam: "."
Sam drew out his great sword: "is it true that great minds think alike?"
The gray shadow of the sword swung away like ripples when the sword was swung down.
Only this time, there was a hole in the wall of the corridor, and the fragments of the wall were spattered. Sam picked up a fragment of cinnamon-colored material and didn't know what it was.
Ren Yifei cut a hole in the wall with a sword: "go on."
Maze, right?
If there is a wall, it will be blocked until someone comes out.
Saman said, "how dare you refuse to do what you wish?" He drew out his great sword again, and the light flowed on it. Another sword, with its own special effects.
With a bang, the wall exploded.
The two men swept all the way, breaking countless walls, leaving an open trail behind them.
"Huan Jun, ah -" with a mournful cry, the little old man in black hat appeared and clapped in front of Ren Yifei's shoes. "Please don't continue to destroy it."
Sam plunged the sword into the ground and flung it with interest.
Ren Yifei looked down at the little old man and the closed fan patted 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 hadn't seen him for a hundred years, and he Jun was even more difficult to mess with.
"I beg your pardon, because there are so many uninvited guests today, so we have these offices. I really didn't mean to disturb the people. It was all because the villains were negligent. "
As they spoke, the scenery around them began to change, no longer endless layers of walls and corridors, but a small courtyard with a wide view.
Ren Yifei and Sam both recognized their location because of the furnishings of the courtyard and the signs on the rooms.
This is the guest residence, there is no separate house, there are all these small rooms, presumably the rooms of those guests who did not 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 and there was no obvious emotional fluctuation.
The little old man on the ground, like a pardon, reached out and cut off his arm without hesitation.
"there will be no next time."
"Yes."