God's Chosen Son quits [Unlimited]

After repeating this twice, I don't know if the bug was finally fixed, or if the owner of the dungeon was pissed off by Ji Xun's successive operations.

The machine, which was originally glowing with green light, completely turned off after Ji Xun put the sixth bottle into the canvas bag.

No matter what angle he tried to insert the prop banknotes into the coin slot again, the machine in front of him spit it out intact, and finally shook violently twice. After making a few noises, the electronic screen above The word "fault" popped up neatly.

It seemed that he couldn't wait to hope that Ji Xun would get away from it as soon as possible.

Seeing this scene, Ji Xun made him laugh. He stood up and weighed the bag and said to the machine, "You're not allowed to shove your wool, you're stingy."

Jing Chi, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, chuckled lightly and said, "It's ok, there are not many people still alive."

Ji Xun was stunned, and the smile on his face faded a bit, he looked at Jing Chi's hand stretched out to him, and handed the bag to him with some embarrassment: "...take more from Wei Wei, so as not to cause any accidents. "

Jing Chi just nodded, then took out a handkerchief from nowhere and naturally helped Ji Xun wipe the blood stained on his palm.

The handkerchief was made of silk, and it was icy and cool when it touched the palm of his hand, and Jing Chi's movements were gentle, as if he was handling something fragile, which inevitably made Ji Xun a little at a loss.

And he inexplicably felt that this scene seemed familiar, especially when he saw the iris flower embroidered with silver thread on the corner of the handkerchief.

"What pattern is this?" Ji Xun asked.

Jing Chi raised his eyes to look at him, then stopped what he was doing: "Do you like it?"

Ji Xun was a little speechless at the time, and this person's ability to ask questions that were not answered was really superb.

So he stopped making fun of himself, turned his head and quietly rolled his eyes, and was about to walk in the direction of the school.

But just a few steps away, he heard Jing Chi call his name and ask him to wait a while. Although Ji Xun didn't know his purpose, he still did so.

Jing Chi walked around to the side of the vending machine, and frowned in dissatisfaction when he found that it was placed tightly against the wall.

But this little problem didn't stop him from moving. He took the handkerchief that Ji Xun had just wiped the blood stains and put it on the place where the machine was in contact with his fingers, and then moved it out forcefully.

When the gap between the equidistant walls was large enough, I used my feet to push the machine outwards, and stopped until the space behind it was expanded enough to accommodate two people.

Ji Xun walked up to him, a little puzzled by his actions.

It wasn't until he saw the red rust and floating dust all over the machine, which seemed to have been abandoned for many years, that he finally understood why Jing Chi had to use things to cushion it.

He looked at Jing Chi standing upright in the space he had just created, carefully folded the handkerchief a few times and put it back in the bag, and then looked up at Ji who was standing not far away with an indescribable expression. Xun beckoned.

When Ji Xun walked up to him, he still cursed secretly in his heart: Poor is particular.

Before he could figure out where Jing Chi was putting so much effort, Jing Chi smiled, rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a flattering expression.

Ji Xun suddenly felt something was wrong, and took a small step back calmly.

But it still didn't stop Jing Chi from whispering: "Can you help me remove this baffle, it's a bit dirty..."

Almost at the same time, Ji Xun began to curse in his heart the self who was dazzled by the gentle gesture when the other party wiped his hands.

This young master is definitely just too dirty.

Ji Xun realized it, but he still resigned to his fate and went to help him remove the fender.

People don't drag their feet when it comes to fighting, so it's understandable to take the initiative in dirty work.

The back of the old machine is filled with a burnt smell of aging wiring, intertwined with the faint smell of blood around it, which is not very pleasant anyway.

Ji Xun bent down and studied how to open this thing.

The baffle made of green iron sheet is about half the size of the machine, and the four corners are fixed by screws, which is a little loose, and a few screws do not seem to be original.

Just because after Ji Xun wiped off the mud stains with his fingertips, he found that they were still shiny new.

Use the tip of a knife to remove the screw, and with a loud "dang", the heavy metal plate hit the ground and bounced a few times, making a harsh friction sound, and Ji Xun was choked by the raised dust and held his breath .

But when the surroundings returned to calm again, the strong rancid smell seemed to condense into a solid body, causing Ji Xun to retch and quickly backed out, running a few meters away, trying to escape the smell that rushed straight to the top of his head .

When Ji Xun slowed down a bit, I just wanted to turn around and say a few words about Jing Chi, but I saw that the other party just had a displeased expression on his face, and he stayed where he was uncharacteristically, and probably waited until the smell dissipated a little, then squatted down. He leaned down as if trying to drag something out of the space inside the machine.

But Jing Chi's hand seemed to have just touched the thing, and the machine sounded a high-pitched and piercing siren. Before Ji Xun had time to cover his ears or react in any other way, he saw several figures around the corner more than ten meters away in an instant. shaking.

Ji Xun secretly thought it was bad, and before confirming what it was, he hurried back to Jing Chi, squatted down and put his hand into the machine.

But the things inside were placed very deep, and the surface seemed to be covered with a layer of grease, which was very slippery. Ji Xun tried to grab it twice, but it slipped out of his hand.

For the last time, he exerted some strength to hold the stick with his hands, only to realize that it was actually very thin, perhaps less than five centimeters in diameter, and he could easily wrap it around with his index finger and thumb.

Ji Xun grasped it tightly and pulled it out, without even bothering to look down to see what he was trying to take out, he dragged Jing Chi to the east of the city where the school was located in a coherent movement.

"Run, those human skins are catching up, fuck, what kind of garbage machine, you have to trick someone in the end." Ji Xun was in a hurry, and rarely uttered a dirty word.

The three human skins chasing after a few meters rubbed against the ground, making a strange "rustling" sound.

Fortunately, they didn't increase in number, but they conveyed the message to Ji Xun that no one had died so far at dusk.

"It's pretty neat..." Ji Xun said to Jing Chi while running, and he even took the time to look back. Hu Xin's skin was full of knife cuts, and the splicing was uneven, which showed that Bai Luoluo was there. How ruthless he was after he left.

And after seeing the human skin that fell at the back, which had been broken to the point where all the parts were missing, Ji Xun asked hesitantly, "What did you do? It's a bit ruthless..."

Still expressionless, Jing Chi motioned for Ji Xun to turn right at the next intersection with his eyes and replied, "Du Pingzhi was caught by him. The situation is urgent. Sorry."

Ji Xun's speed on his feet remained normal, and his escape posture was still proficient, but his mind went blank for a moment.

After realizing it later, Jing Chi probably thought that what he said was because he was a little frustrated because he felt that the other party treated the dead Wei Ran too roughly, but in fact Ji Xun didn't mean that.

So he quickly explained: "It's not your fault, don't get me wrong."

"Hey, the school is right in front, that's great!" When Ji Xun saw the familiar small iron gate at the end of the street, his tone was filled with joy for an instant, but then turned into doubt: "Why do we all After running so far, I still seem to be able to smell it, so what the hell is it, it has such a strong spreading power."

Jing Chi, who was asked this question, looked more puzzled than Ji Xun, and even opened the back door of the school for Ji Xun, and at the same time took time to look at him meaningfully.

The guess that the school is a safe zone is indeed no problem. The three monsters lingered at the door for a while, and when they found that they couldn't get in, they stopped staying and left decisively.

Ji Xun was still in shock, and had just experienced a fierce chase, so his breathing was a little uneven at this moment.

Suddenly, Jing Chi seemed to confirm that Ji Xun was not joking about the remark that he could still smell the smell, and finally answered him aloud, but it sounded like he was trying to hold back his smile: "...remember Song What is Pei's request..."

Ji Xun recalled it for a while, and combined with the disgusting rancid smell and the greasy touch of the thing in the machine, the relaxed expression suddenly turned into bitterness.

After a while, he finally mustered up the courage to look down at the thing he was holding tightly in his hand.

A green arm appeared in front of Ji Xun so unexpectedly, and Jing Chi, who was standing side by side with him, was carrying a beautiful canvas bag he had carefully selected on his shoulder, and he was holding a thigh in his hand.

He stared at his fingertips, which had dug deep into the carrion with too much force, and fell silent.

Ji Xun: Thank you, I have lived for more than 20 years, and I have never been so speechless