I'm an uncle

Sen Wu suddenly sneered: "So, before we found Shi Lang first, the attacking and receiving duo had already guided the GM through Ang Ye and got relevant task prompts. In comparison, your guiding GM is comparable to this one on our side." You are more responsible, but there is no reminder from Penglan, which makes your task release NPC completely different from ours, after all, your GM is willing to betray his own hue."

Ang Ye said lightly: "It's nothing. After all, people on Earth... Well, there are still quite a lot of beauties. This is just my personal interest in enjoying leisure life."

Regarding what the other party said about "earth people", Sen Wu gave Ang Ye a strange look. This kind of appellation, which seems to be called by people from alien galaxies, always makes people feel a little awkward and arrogant .

Gong Wubuke grinned confidently: "That's right, count you as unlucky today, who made you soon become our stepping stones, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, or hurry up and hand over that Tallman, let me Let’s send you a dungeon map for free as soon as possible, hehe.”

Sen Wu looked at the invincibility, and nodded: "So, you need to use our guide NPC, otherwise you probably won't be able to pass the mission, the system is really cunning."

Unbearable, he twitched Gong Wubu's forehead with his stick: "Others say you're an idiot, but you still don't believe it. Look, you've leaked the information about your family. You idiot!"

He seemed unbearably full of confidence like his companions. He actually squinted at the members of the Ashura family, and said in the same way: "Since you know everything, be smart and hand over people to me." Come out, let's cooperate and don't waste each other's time."

Gong Wubuke rubbed his forehead and did not forget to mutter: "Xiao Ren, your lines are very similar to the ones in martial arts novels, which are said by bullies. They are too vulgar and have no creativity at all."

The result of being talkative is another free slap on the forehead, and the unbearable slap from shame: "It's so annoying! You vulgar stallion man!"

"Ah! You're insulting my profession again! What's a vulgar stallion, you're the one who's just a silly talker." Gong Wubuke wailed, not forgetting to refute.

"If I don't insult your career, you will insult my personality. Sorry, I think about love from the neck up, which is completely incompatible with your usual way of thinking about love from the waist down. Please don't use your family to forget the gelding My mule is on par with my lovely and innocent loli heroine." Unbearable gave Gong Wubuke a sympathetic look.

"It turns out that you all wrote romance novels, it's really amazing." Zhang Sirui's eyes were filled with reverence, he had always admired the kind of literati who can think about complex issues.

Hang Hang sighed, stepped forward and patted Zhang Sirui on the shoulder, and said: "Uncle, you are not good, how could you casually go to other people's house to go up the wrong building? No way, no way. As for the fate of going up the wrong way, it will be very miserable." Yo."

"I only know that it is very rude to interrupt other people's conversations at will, and you will use your own actual experience to prove that the end of random interruptions will also be miserable." The staff was raised horizontally, and after being level with the shoulders, it reversed with great momentum and pointed the front end of the staff directly at the people opposite.

This is a provocative gesture that even primitive humans thousands of years ago could understand. It means...

"Kill you, Heye Heye Heye." Accompanied by some pretentious laughter, clear and bell-like words floated into everyone's ears.

Only then did everyone realize that there was a very small female substitute elf lying on Unbearable's shoulders.

This little thing is wearing a gorgeous robe in the style of an ancient kimono with a very complicated style. His hair is very retro shawl-length hair, as smooth as black satin, all the way to the waist of this little guy, and the bangs are flat on the forehead. Quite satisfactory, if the oriental ladies in ancient paintings.

But it's a pity that her ladylike temperament, under the cover of the 'perfect black-framed big eyes' that are so huge that they almost cover half of her face, is very strangely transformed into 'Actually she is very nerdy and introverted. a feeling of'.

And what is that little thing beside her?The purple crystal bottle was crystal clear, and a liquid of unknown color was sloshing inside, exuding a seductive aura.

A perfume bottle, it turned out to be a perfume bottle.

Is the mix and match CP of Japanese style and French style popular this year?

Most importantly, when did this little guy climb onto Unbearable's shoulders?Why doesn't everyone notice it? It's really a stand-in elf with an extremely weak sense of existence.

"Hot girl Amaterasu, the special skill is olfactory temptation. You can use various perfumes stored in the perfume bottle to bless the master with various beneficial effects skills. The disadvantage is that it is weak and weak, and it is easy to get into the horns because of trivial matters. With her introverted personality, she has never had a boyfriend. By the way, Jing Jun almost became her boyfriend, but unfortunately, it turned into a human tragedy." When Yin Hong calmed down, she became more and more like Sen Wu.

"Ah! Zhaozhao, as expected, Zhaozhao is here, Honghong, I'm done for, vomit, I'm so uncomfortable, I'm so uncomfortable." It is rare for Mr. Jing to appear bleak.

Unexpectedly, like a mosquito that has been smoked by mosquito coils, it flapped its wings crookedly and tried to get into Zhang Sirui's arms again.

| "Yi! Broken mirror, who told you to come here, hurry up and stay away from me, I hate it, it's too close." Amaterasu also showed a flustered look, desperately trying to get away from Mr. Jing and Zhang Sirui Further.

Zhang Sirui touched Little Mirror's hair with concern: "Little Mirror, it's okay. Why did you suddenly feel so uncomfortable? You were fine just now."

Qieqi was also frightened, rushed out of Zhang Sirui's arms, and rushed towards Hangtianliu as if trying to escape.

Yin Hong still said calmly: "I should have mentioned before that the little mirror once drank up Amaterasu's perfume as wine. As far as I know, there are at least 650 kinds of perfume in Amaterasu's perfume bottle. Spices and essences, the result of being drunk by the little mirror is that the little mirror will start to vomit as soon as it sees Amaterasu."

"Uh, uh..." The little mirror opened its small mouth very appropriately, like a faucet with a broken switch, and started a super spectacular feat of vomit waterfall eruption.

While everyone was still in a daze, within a radius of 20 meters, they were instantly surrounded by some uncivilized, unsanitary and unsanitary products spit out by small mirrors.

And these mosaic objects are submerging everyone's feet, ankles, and knees at an alarming speed...

"I hate you, you nasty little mirror!" Amaterasu's sharp mourning was stirring in the sky above the dungeon map.

"I hate you too, little mirror." Zhang Sirui said calmly, and then pinched the little mirror's neck restlessly.

It's a pity that the torrent of mosaic vomit is still like a continuous river, rushing out of the mouth of the small mirror and never returning.

Just when everyone was trapped in the disharmony, the parts below the waist and above the knees were about to fall.

Gong Wu Bu Ke suddenly exuded a golden aura of bastard, and shouted: "Come out, Fang Liu!"

There was only a melodious dragon cry, and suddenly there was quite lively Chinese background music. Accompanied by erhu gongs and drums, a golden dragon emerged from the arms of the invincible, and swam around in the sky like a demonstration team. Condensed in mid-air into a black-haired elf wearing an ancient Chinese costume, with long hair and phoenix eyes, delicate and pleasant, with well-regulated hands folded in wide sleeves, and a black ancient inkstone carved with dragons carved on it under his feet.

"...It's so lively, the otaku Fang Liu also came out." Yin Hong sighed. After all, they are classmates at the same school. No matter how unfamiliar they are, there are some special substitute spirits with full of personality. A house.

Hang Hang asked strangely: "Shouldn't nerds and nerds be unkempt and sloppy? Why do I think these two look quite normal?"

Sen Wu squinted his eyes and whispered twice: "Don't you think that the substitute elf that needs to be called so hard by the master before it will appear is itself a manifestation of staying at home."

Yin Hong curled her lips: "There is also the habit of playing background music every time it appears, which is obviously a hobby of music enthusiasts. Fang Liu is in our Stand Elf Academy and has successfully formed his own band."

Zhang Sirui looked at the retro outfit of the newly released stand-in elf, and asked hesitantly, "Could it be an ancient Chinese orchestra?"

"No, it's western rock music. He's the drummer inside, and he's holding that brick-like inkstone." Yin Hong continued to introduce the other party's information expressionlessly, and sighed: "It's a pity that the good inkstone 'won't work' , Flying and smashing all over the stage at the scene at the scene, and later our stand-in elves directly called Fang's bricks."

The 4-person and 3-elf group of Ashura's family was silent at the same time. For a little guy wearing a very ancient Hanfu, he twisted his body like an electric shock, his head shook like he was taking drugs, and he picked up a brick like a madman and smashed it everywhere. The scene is really beyond imagination.

At this time, Gong Wubuke pointed at the discordant mosaic of semi-liquid, semi-solid and full of unimaginable smells, and said with a domineering atmosphere, "Hurry up, get rid of all these things for me."

"Obey, my master." Fang Liu bowed and saluted neither humble nor overbearing.

At this time, Yin Hong seemed to remember something, her face suddenly changed, and then she shouted: "It's not good to withdraw quickly!"

Before he could repeat the second sentence, the black inkstone under Fang Liu's feet suddenly grew bigger, and after slowly expanding to about thirty square meters, it smashed hard to the ground.

After the black inkstone flew up from the ground and floated back into the air, I saw a huge pit on the ground, not to mention the disharmonious object, even the dirt floor that was originally under the discordant object was shrunk into the pit, and was buried in the pit. 'Buried alive'.