Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

Elsa raised her hands and tightly covered her bloody eye sockets, her face twisted in pain. She gritted her teeth and said hatefully: "I don't understand! Mr. Fate——"

The blood dripping from the white fingertips splashed on the marble slabs. In the flower beds, the dark and dense vines twisted their bodies and climbed along the carved railings, spreading their pointed leaves and sharp thorns and thorns to attack the white fungi.

"If you don't dare to like beautiful things, and if they are not worth liking, then what else in this world is worth liking?"

Elsa instinctively "looked" in the direction of the white fungus, tears of blood streaming from her bloody hollow eye sockets. She laughed wantonly and crazily, "Mr. Fate, people must have the courage to face their own desires. Just like I like roses, I also like you. You and roses are equally beautiful and noble. I like them, and even death cannot stop me from getting them."

The rose thorns spread inch by inch, and the girl's rosy cheeks gradually began to shrivel. It seemed that something was about to break out from under her beautiful skin, draining the girl's vitality.

Elsa's originally sweet voice became hoarse and unpleasant like a broken bellows. Her shriveled face was tightly attached to her skull, and as her lips opened and closed, several wriggling thorn buds emerged from them.

They pierced the throat, wriggled out from under the shriveled skin, quickly sprouted, and bloomed into blood-red roses.

"Mr. Fate, if I can't get you, then you, die with me—"

The layers of petals bloomed, revealing a mouth full of fangs in the center. Compared to ordinary ornamental roses, these roses are more like man-eating piranhas.

The white fungus watched coldly, passing through the flowers without getting a single leaf on it.

After observing the boss's basic skills, corresponding resistance measures were taken immediately.

Elsa definitely can't stay.

Even if she wasn't dead yet, she was parasitized by the boss's primary skill, her body was damaged to the point of nine out of ten, and she was hanging on by a thread, so she wouldn't be able to live for long. She was destined to be drained dry by these parasitic roses, reduced to fertilizer, and become a part of "them".

Since she's going to die sooner or later, why not let her die quickly?

[System prompt: Executor Baijun uses the item "100% Binding Rope". ]

[Prop Description: 100% binding rope, 100% binding force, use it as you like, no one can escape! Using this prop at night will have unexpected effects~]

After the system prompted, a colorful restraint rope about two meters long, inlaid with colorful feathers, fell into Bai Jun's hands.

Bai Jun tried to hold it in his hand to test the feel, and used the rope as a whip. A long rope full of eroticism was thrown out to create a shield effect, whipping the area within a three-meter radius without a single thorn, and the ground was covered with broken flowers and debris.

For a moment, with him as the center, there was a rain of roses floating everywhere.

Not only that, he also used the correct method of using the rope to tie up Elsa, who was lying dead on the ground. Baijun held the excess rope tightly in his hand, using her as a shield to block the thorn bushes that kept coming, and also tossing her up and down to break and scatter the rose buds on the thorn bushes.

The poor noble lady was tied up and flown everywhere. Not only was she sucked by the roses and turned into an ugly mummy, but she couldn't even lie down properly when she was half dead, and she was seeing stars because of the white fungus.

He was already hanging on with only his last breath, and now it was so miserable that even that breath was almost gone.

The breathing was so weak that it might stop at any time.

Just when Bai Jun was planning to make a quick decision and use the last bit of power of this unfortunate item to burn Elsa and the roses together, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the snow-white hair of different lengths twenty meters away.

Bai Jun was the only one in the entire palace with such a handsome hair color, and he hardly gave him any thought.

He immediately withdrew his hands, released the effect of the restraint rope, put it back into the prop box, and took advantage of the blind spot to silently scrape his neck.

Blood immediately gushed out from the wound, staining his neck red. He pressed harder while covering the wound, causing the blood to flow even more rapidly, and even the white shirt in front of him was soaked red.

The cut was done very well, with the large blood vessels deliberately avoided, and the depth of the cut was not deep, causing only simple flesh wounds.

After all, his original intention was not to hurt himself, he just wanted to win sympathy, and it was enough to just pretend.

Even if there is only one point of injury, if you can show your full strength, it is a success.

At a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, he instantly turned into a miserable victim.

"Help, save me, Master Wizard." Bai Jun shouted loudly, covering his neck with one hand and holding tightly onto the corner of the robe of the White Wizard who had teleported to him with the other hand. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"I don't want to die, please save me..."

Baijun live broadcast room audience: "..."

Elsa fell to the ground, tortured by the white fungus and only had one breath left: "..."

[Hmm, should I say that the trickster's operation is as cool as ever? ]

[Fuck, Baijun is such a cruel man, he is willing to kill himself. ]

[Although, the trickster's face changes too quickly! Did he learn how to change faces before? ]

【Welcome to the performance of the fraudster, where you can enjoy excellent acting skills comparable to those of movie stars, and watch touching stories that make you cry... But please note that the above are not true, so don't be deceived by the live broadcast room. 】

[The trickster waited for the boss's initial attack for a long time, but when he was about to finish the job, he stopped? ]

[As we all know, when there are audiences, it is impossible for a fraudster not to act. This is impossible in this life.]

[《I often forget that he is actually quite awesome because of his reputation as a trickster and his non-offensive skills.》]

[Brothers, type the Oscar winner for fraudster on the public screen! ]

【He is so showy, I love him so much. 】

Let's not talk about the group of people in the live broadcast room who knew that Bai Jun was pretending. At this moment, the White Wizard, who had just lost something and wanted to come back to find it, was holding Bai Jun's hand tightly with one hand and pulling his arm with the other hand, trying to take Bai Jun away from him.

But I don't know what happened. Baijun's face was pale with blood, and his whole body was shaking. It looked like he would fall down if the wind blew, but his strength was unexpectedly great.

The white wizard tried for a long time to pry his fingers off his body but failed.

Helplessly, the White Wizard could only cast a flame shield to block the deadly thorns, while at the same time slowing down his voice with difficulty, trying to communicate with Bai Jun to let go of his robe.

"You, you let go first. I promise I will save you. If you don't leave, you let go."

Bai Jun's face was pale, and he was barely breathing. "I won't. If I let go and you disappear, who will I go to if I die here?"

After saying that, he coughed a few times in a very realistic manner. The violent coughing movement caused the wound, which had been slightly coagulated at the edge, to burst open again, and blood flowed out.

The entire collar was stained with shocking red.

The White Wizard was stunned, barely ignoring the discomfort of the fabric around his waist. "How about I use a healing spell on you first?"

Hearing this, Bai Jun quickly changed his expression to one of gratitude, and took advantage of this moment to switch between the hand that covered his neck and the hand that held the white wizard's hand. During this period, the hand that held the hem of the robe kept moving, and with a look of emotion, the blood on the white wizard's robe was smeared.

The snow-white robe was destroyed in his hands, how tragic it was.

White Wizard: “…”

"Thank you, you are such a good person." Bai Jun was deeply moved.

The white wizard lowered his head and glanced at the blood on the corner of his robe, closed his eyes slightly in pain, muttered something in a low voice, and then stretched out two fingers and placed them on the side of Bai Jun's neck.

The fingertips are as warm as cold jade, with a refreshing coolness.

Bai Jun tilted his head and looked at them with interest, having no doubt that if the white wizard wanted to, those two fingers on his neck could become death warrants at any time.

The white wizard murmured in a low voice, his voice slow and steady, like the Bible recited in the temple, carrying a sacred and peaceful atmosphere.

Strands of warm light flowed along the white wizard's fingertips and into the white fungus's body.

The place on his neck where the knife had cut him felt inexplicably sore and itchy. The blood that was about to flow almost instantly solidified into a blood scab. Bai Jun could feel that the wound was gradually healing.

In just a few breaths, the wound, which was not deep to begin with, disappeared completely under the powerful healing technique.

"Okay. Can you let go now, Mr. Fate?"

The White Wizard withdrew his hand, his expression as indifferent as ever.

"Ah, of course."

Bai Jun rubbed the uncoagulated blood between his fingers on the white wizard's robe, and then let go happily.

His face was still calm, even innocent, "Thank you so much for saving me, Master Wizard. Otherwise, I would have died here tonight."

The White Wizard remained noncommittal.

He first glanced at the thorny rose that was twisting wildly in the flowerbed, and then shifted his gaze to Elsa who was dying on the ground.

Finally, he turned his attention to the white fungus.

He was puzzled and puzzled. "Really? I came a little late and didn't see what happened before. Could you please explain to me, Mr. Fate, what happened to the lady lying on the ground and the roses in the flowerbed that suddenly went crazy?"

Bai Jun had already prepared 108 non-repetitive manuscripts in his mind. Just as he was about to open his mouth to see which one he would talk about, he was stopped in his throat by the next sentence of the White Wizard.

"By the way, please explain why you and this lady appeared in the rose garden corridor at the same time at such a late hour? And why the lady's injuries were already beyond repair, but you were still able to stand and speak?"

The White Wizard looked down at the White Fungus with a look of strong scrutiny in his eyes, "I'm very curious."