The five people finished the conversation and waited for Tanhua to wake up. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, so quiet that they could hear the breeze clearly.

Guan Lan suddenly frowned and turned to look at a stone wall not far from the left.

The wall was engraved with incomprehensible characters and the surroundings were empty.

But Guan Lan said confidently: "Come out."

The other four donuts immediately followed his eyes and locked on the wall.

The air was very quiet, so quiet that it made people wonder that everything was Guan Lan's nerve allergies, and there was no one behind the wall.

Team leader Guan, who was patiently exhausted, turned around and blinked at Leon's big eyes.

Leon received it, carried Tanhua on his shoulder, then raised his hand, aimed and shot.

"Bang--"

The air arrow nailed a very small but extremely deep hole on the stone wall, and dust flew.

"Don't, don't be excited, I have no malicious intentions..." A flower arm stretched out from behind the stone wall, with the majestic tiger downhill. However, because the arms were as slender as a little girl, the tiger downhill became slim. No matter how you look, it looks like there is no food on the mountain and is forced to go downhill to open business.

The flower arm was stretched out, and even if it was done, the main master did not dare to show his head. He only let the pitiful arm hold the non-existent white flag and wave it with kindness: "I just passed by accidentally... You guys are busy with you, don't worry about me..."

"Oh," Guan Lan tried to be considerate, "You accidentally passed by and then thought the wall was good, so you were ambushing behind the wall for five minutes, which was indeed very reasonable."

The waving slim flower arms froze in the air.

After a few seconds, a head slowly poked out from behind the wall, looking in his early twenties. A pretty face was filled with helplessness: "You have discovered me long ago?"

The monk, who was originally looking forward to the battle, was completely disillusioned when he saw the deity.

Not a problem with appearance.

Guan Lan looks like a good middle school student, but as long as the passerby who has experienced many battles can feel his danger.

So it's a matter of aura.

The person in front of him was covered with aura of "I'm very weak, come and bully me."

The donuts asked three heart-warming questions—

Quanmai: "I said, how did you get into the last ten levels of the tide you are so cowardly?"

Monk: "Which organization do you belong to?"

Five-five points: "When you were tattooing your arms, didn't the tattoo master advise you to think about it again?"

The beautiful tiger descending down the mountain answered three times in a row—

"I got confused and got over it."

"Rise step by step."

"I advised me that my temperament is not suitable for tigers and peacocks."

Step by step? Whole wheat, monks looked at each other, which organization came from?

Not suitable for tigers and peacocks? Five-five minutes speechless. As a responsible tattoo master, shouldn’t you be willing to persuade the slender and white young man in front of you, your temperament is not suitable for tattooing arms at all!

"Who is your target?" Guan Lan asked directly without hesitation.

One-on-six, with obvious disadvantages, you have to bite the bullet and ambush behind the wall. There is only one possibility. One of the six of them is the other party’s target. If you want to grab it, you have to grab it, and if you don’t want to grab it, you have to grab it.

The tiger down the mountain didn't say anything, and his flashing eyes glanced at Guan Lan from time to time.

Guan Lan raised her hand and pointed at herself: "Me?"

The tiger down the mountain did not make a sound, so it was considered a default.

At first, when he opened the target photo, he saw a suta who was softer than himself. He was overjoyed and thought he had a fortune. As a result, his teammate Conan told him that this person was the leader of the Donut Dungeons.

Tiger down the mountain: "..."

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Guan Lan's state of loss lasted for less than half a minute.

The unconventional operation of poisoning yourself is actually a very interesting process of mutual offsetting. The toxins formed by the stationery tree affect your mental state, but you are using your mental power to control the stationery tree. Therefore, as the toxins intensify, your control of the stationery tree will become weaker and weaker. When this control is weaker to a certain extent, the effect of the stationery tree will be eliminated.

The world that was twisted by psychedelics returned to normal in Guan Lan's eyes. When he found that the tiger down the mountain was still there, he raised his eyebrows: "Why haven't you left yet? I will regret it if I don't leave."

Why are you cheap?

The tiger down the mountain was full of suspicion, but hesitated but hesitated until Guan Lan tear apart a lollipop, the tiger down the mountain turned around and ran away.

He has a shadow on candy.

It was not until the handsome and fair young man ran out of everyone's sight that the monk remembered to ask Tanhua: "Do you have any impression of it?"

The information retrieval system of the entire donut dungeon group is here in Tanhua.

"Rise step by step..." Tanhua thought for a moment, and then said, "A medium-sized organization, the unified characteristic of team members is that everyone has a flower arm. When fighting, the team members must expose their arms, so that it is easy to distinguish between enemies and us and will not be injured by accident."

Monk: "…"

The personnel of this organization must be so vague that they need to rely on tattoos to identify them.

"What should I do if I don't have the flower arm and want to join?" Wuwu was curious.

"I heard that it's OK, but after joining, you must add the tattoo as soon as possible." Tanhua said, "But it's all rumored news, I'm not responsible for the source of the information."

Five-five points: "There are still tattooed places in the dungeon?"

Tanhua: "No, I should wait until I have the opportunity to return to reality and then add the tattoo."

Five-five points: "..."

He now agrees to the tattoo master of the tiger going down the mountain. It is at least beautiful to tattoo a peacock!

"If you have time to worry about tattooing for others, you might as well think about how to complete the test," Guan Lan took out the lollipop that had just been stuffed into her mouth, and pointed to the whole wheat first. "You, take the Tanhua neck ring and go directly to the temple to serve," then pointed to the monk, 55 and Leon, "You three, go find your own goals," and glanced at Tanhua for the last time, "You, follow me."

Tanhua had a vague premonition, but she still asked: "Where to go?"

Guan Lan said: "I won't go anywhere. I will wait for the three hours to end and I will accompany you into the ultimate fear."

Premonition comes true.

But when I heard it with my own ears, Tanhua was still moved: "Team leader, I am your life and my death is your soul!"

Team Leader Guan refused to have strength: "I don't want it."

Tanhua: "..."

The monk patted his shoulder and thoughtfully changed the topic: "By the way, who is your target? Show me this lucky person again."

Guan Lan decided to accompany Tanhua to the ultimate fear, so she gave the useless neck ring to the tiger down the mountain with one good deed. With the same logic, Tanhua's neck ring was given to the whole wheat. This test was doomed to fail, so there was no need to find his own goal again.

When the photo opens, a fat man is not sure who is facing him, smiling like a flower.

At the same time, a circular town and a certain street.

Cong Yue hid behind the corner and peeked at his target, a man with a skeleton bride tattooed on his arm.

At this time, the fat man Yue had no idea that he had been given up by the pursuers. In this fear of people, he won 50% with his strength.
Chapter completed!