York's giant hammer hit the ground, and the rough metal collided with the hard rocks. With a clang, the sparks burst out like small clusters of blooming stars in the dim underground space.

"Forget it, wait a moment."

Nick was also deflated and sat beside Nian Nian, lit her forehead with a terrible anger. "I actually got caught. After I go back, I leveled up for me, and then armed me from head to toe. Take a magic scroll and other things with you. Then let Craft match you with a magic gun heavy machine gun. I don't believe who can catch you!"

"I agree, so after returning to Urser City, I will supervise it with me directly." Dion nodded.

"Maybe we need to continue to strengthen ideological education. I always feel that you will be caught not because of your lack of strength, but because of thinking too much." Sarah raised her eyebrows and responded with a silly smile every year.

"It's not a comrade-in-arms, it's all enemies." Craft said word by word, immediately sternly, nodding constantly.

"Can you catch her a pet or something?" York tried to challenge the profession division in the game, recalling the various monsters and beasts he had seen, and thinking of his big mouse that he hadn't seen for a long time, adding, "The kind that looks fierce and can fight."

"Or assign her various defensive scrolls, and the light shields are seamlessly connected for about ten minutes," Jekyll lowered his head and calculated, smacking his tongue, "It seems a bit too expensive, and there are not so many defensive scrolls on the market."

"Money is not a problem. We can sell Dion for 100 yuan at a time, and 20% off for the night." Hyde interrupted.

"It seems too cheap, right?" Every year I moved discomfortably, my eyes were blurred, but my smile was bright, "It is not cost-effective to sell by the number of times, and it should be priced according to the length of time."

Dion shook his head helplessly and stuffed a candy every year, "Everything is good, let's go home first."

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"I like your braids." Every year, her eyes lit up. She had been coveting John's dreadlocks for a long time, but John never braided her.

This hairstyle looks good? John looked at Sarah like help - this is the most normal aesthetic person he knows.

Sarah smiled softly but dangerously, and John immediately put on his helmet - Sarah meant that she would rather shave John than harm Cy's hair.

John, who pulled the mask down, hugged the book in his arms and cast an incompetent look at Ever Nian.

Every year, he laughed and laughed for a while, thinking of the house that belonged to them hidden in the city of Usher, and the family portraits they jokingly painted on the wall. He closed his eyes and murmured, "It's so ugly, I want to re-paint."

The closed copper door was pushed open again. Qi Youfeng, who rushed out of the door, only felt his heart beating, as if he was clenched tightly by a big hand, or as if he was being knocked by two hammers in turn, squeezed out some blood and oxygen for him to breathe.

A circle of light pink flowers surrounded, leaning against Nick's shoulder every year, his chest was slightly undulating. Nick hummed an old English song softly, York clapped his hands, acting as a harmony and instrument, and complained from time to time, which made every day giggle, causing every year to giggle, the twins were still talking to themselves, Dion and Sarah got together to write and draw, Craft was surrounded by the smoke of hookah, and John was tearing his messy braids.

Niannian's face was very bad, her legs were tied together, her arms were twisted behind her back, and the lasso on her neck was inserted into her flesh, making Niannian's entire head look crumbling.

Judging from the experience of the bandits in Prisoning Dragon Village who tied people many times, Qi Youfeng could see at a glance that the situation every year might not be good, and the sweet and dreamy pink mist and the bloodline that kept falling after he stepped into it also showed the attitude of others.

"There's nothing?" Qi Youfeng quickly walked to Nian Nian and squatted down, snatching her from Nick's arms. Nick raised his eyelids and hummed in a low voice.

"It's almost the same."

He raised his head every year. The sky made of rock and soil above their heads had rumbling and earthquakes for two or three minutes. It seemed that the battle between the black dragon and the monks had not yet ended, and she could not wait for the end of the battle, nor could she wait for the peaceful negotiation with Taihui Immortal Lord.

"Demon-Binding Lock, Yunji Sword Sect's thing, who did it?" Qi Youfeng quickly checked her situation and thought about various countermeasures.

"The Taihui Immortal Lord." Niannian honestly explained, "There is also the thunder talisman planted by Xuanxuzi."

Qi Youfeng cursed in a low voice, knelt on the ground, and smiled bitterly

"The strength of the demon-binding lock is linked to the strength of the spell caster. I am afraid that only the head of the Yunji Sword Sect can forcefully cut off the demon-binding lock of Taihui Immortal Lord. The thunder talisman that enters the body will flow into the heart vein, which is invisible and colorless, and only Xuanxuzi himself can remove it."

He held Niannian and kissed her forehead, "Wait for me to find you."

Every year, she nodded and her eyes lingered on his face. They all felt that they would be resurrected as if nothing had happened, but she really didn't have this confidence.

"Someone promised that you won't be in trouble, don't worry." Nick said, lowering his head, half-squinted his eyes, as if he was sleeping.

If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be so relaxed and comfortable now.

Every year, the twins gestured two V characters, one on the left and one on the right, one a little twisted and the other a little exaggerated.

"Don't bother them, you won't be in trouble." Simire, who followed Qi Youfeng and was ignored by everyone by accident, also spoke, instantly pulling everyone's attention away.

The first time these people were greeted with such emotional gaze, Simier shook uncomfortable and looked at Dean

"I'm sorry to disturb your interest in collective suicide, but please calm down first?"

Dion looked quite regretful. He dripped the ground, and the circle of pink flowers suddenly withered and turned into a ground withered red.

Simire looked at the same regret on the faces of the other people, and suddenly felt that these people did not choose to leave the field collectively because they were helpless in their situation every year, but simply did not want to play and wanted to go home quickly.

As soon as he got the benefits from him, Simier felt like he was robbed.

He is indeed inconsistent with the popularity of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group.

Simere took out a scarlet gem, turned his head and said to Sarah, "Please create an illusion with "Water Illusion".

Sara acted according to her words and reminded her, "I just tried it. Although there is no such rope on the Phantom, it cannot be replaced with the authenticity."

Simire smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have a way."

He lifted another sculpture like a sculptural sacred dynasty at his feet, kindly reminding him, "It may feel a little strange, be patient."

"Also," Simier thought about it and looked at Qi Youfeng, "You'd better avoid the next picture."

Qi Youfeng was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and walked back into the bronze gate - time is life, and her life is even more his.

Looking at Qi Youfeng's disappearing figure, Simier placed the scarlet gem in Nian's heart.

Niannian was about to ask what he was going to do, but he spit out a strange gurgle and a series of bubbles. The corners of his mouth fell onto his collarbone, and his twisted tongue seemed to lick the sliding eyes.

She understood what Simire meant, and it was indeed a very strange feeling.

She was melted.

The five senses are still there, but the organs are twisted. They turn their eyes every year, see their twisted ribs, and also see the illusion that is also melting beside them.

After a moment, Nian Nian felt something stuffed into her chest, and the bulging feeling came from her stomach. She turned her eyes and saw a large cluster of colorful intestines entangled together?

Her body and illusion were dissolved together?

Every year, she shivered and was extremely grateful to Simier for letting Qi Youfeng avoid it. She felt disgusted by thinking about this scene.

After the body dissolved, the demon-binding lock also tightened, but it did not bind a ball of air.

It was like sitting on a slide, and was sucked away by a strange sense of falling every year, mixed with another of her internal organs and bones, and the heart like candle oil, the ribs like hoses and the intestines of loaches crossed her retina staring at the sky, and wriggling into a ball of smooth, soft tofu-like thing at her toes.

Niannian felt that she had kicked another beating heart. After a few seconds, her toes hooked to another pair of hips.

After a few breaths, I felt the re-strength skull and the facial features returning to my original position every year. With a slight squeak, my eyeballs were pushed into my eye sockets by the swollen brain medulla, and myeloids were stretched to my eyebrow bones.

Niannian slightly raised her upper body and saw her abdomen rising from a pool of wrinkled soft skin. Her legs were still sliding down softly, crossing her with the other legs, each solidifying. She also saw the "Niannian" who was still tied up by the demon-bound lock, and looked at her with a lifeless smile.

Every year, my scalp became numb and I lay back on the ground. After my feet solidified again, I got up and rubbed my arms hard, shaking them.

This is definitely the weirdest experience she has ever had!

Simire was relieved and smiled. Although he had melted several times, the strange feeling still made him feel uncomfortable in his stomach. Unexpectedly, watching the melting process of others was unexpectedly pleasing to the eye and pleasing.

He turned his head and looked at the others, trying to see some expressions of fear, disgust and awe on these people's faces, but he didn't expect that he could only see a few faces that were ready to move, and his pleasure suddenly halved.

Nick thoughtfully reached Niannian's side, pinched her from head to toe, and asked seriously, "How do you feel?"

"I eat myself and slowly spit out my whole body." He told me the truth every year.

"Interesting," Nick nodded and looked at Simeer expectantly, "How did you do it? The effect of that gem?"

Simire had no expression on her face, "Disposable props, please pay per view."

"I bought all of you!"

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