Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

"Catch it...we...we can be saved...catch it into the furnace..."

Hundreds of people said these few words together, like chanting a spell, depressing, low-pitched, and endless.

Will they be persuaded by the masses, or resisted?

after all……

Qi Mou glanced at Snow Child.

Xuezi held him tightly, his eyes were shining brightly from the fire, and he was looking over eagerly.

"He is the real source of the curse," said the memory with certainty.

The snow child bit a person, and the person fell ill and died. During the day, it was still too hot, but at night, it froze into an iceman.

"If that's all it is." Qi Mou pushed the snow child behind him, blocked the child, and raised his chin slightly to look at everyone, "The previous snow child was melted and the blizzard subsided, why is there such a reincarnation?"

New snow kids, new blizzards.

Is throwing a snow child into a furnace really the right way to break a snowstorm?

But the residents seemed to lose their minds, unable to listen to a word, like a group of zombies, rushing towards them like crazy!

Qi Mou embraced the snow child, and said to his companions: "Listen, this snow child is indeed a monster, but we can't use it to repeat the idiot's... behavior."

He said those two words very euphemistically, very lightly, but no matter how you listen to it, you can see it as sarcasm.

Xuezi opened his eyes wide, looked at Qi Mou without blinking, and murmured: "Father."

The wind and snow were fierce, and the day fog came earlier than usual.

"Our fate is still decided by them, isn't it?" Qi Mou's metal plate flashed from red to deep black, and it was completely filled. If nothing happened, he would have to be thrown into it once.

Behind is a bottomless ice cliff, and in front is a crowd filled with righteous indignation.

Which way to choose?

Qi Mou picked up the little guy, blinked his left eye slyly, stepped forward, and was about to rush into the crowd: "Sorry, I don't stand for justice, I have always been rebellious."

It was dawn again, and this was the fifth morning with a glimmer of sunshine.

Against the cold wind and the piercing white light, everyone immediately moved.

The memory said: "Okay, your child is up to you."

As he said that, this ordinary, straight guy with grass type rolled up his sleeves and went to tear hair with the nearest female resident!

Pretending to cover her stomach, she stretched out a hand to grab the memory back: "Brother! You must be chaste! You can't touch women other than my sister-in-law!"

But he pretended to turn his head and was thrown down by a woman, so he had to stand up and beat the woman for his brother.

The dancer lowered her head and bumped outwards: "Don't hit me in the face!"

Seeing the dancer overthrowing several big men, Fu Sheng who was following behind was at a loss for words, and ran around with his waist down, making more space for everyone.

"Oh!" Juju swung his knife, maybe he cut down some resident, seeing blood splatter everywhere!

He immediately shrank back in fear, broke down and shouted, "I beg you, don't die! I don't want to go into the stove and eat ashes!"

"..." Si Si wiped the blood on his arm, and pulled the knife out of Juju's hand with extreme exhaustion: "You cut me, don't worry..."

Yan Bushi seemed to be very unlucky, he was hit in the mouth with a home run by a snowball flying everywhere, and he couldn't speak for a while.

He had a bad complexion, and while poohing Xue Xue, he pushed away the crowd to find the person at the front.

[Warning, several people's popularity has dropped to the lowest value, and they are at the bottom at the same time! 】

A warning sounded in the ears, and many people's actions were delayed for a moment.

No one is afraid of death.

But Qi Mou's three old partners did not hesitate, followed behind him, and wanted to accompany him to the end with the attitude of fighting alone.

Both Group B and Exploration seemed to curse something in a low voice, and then moved again, rejoining the melee.

Alright alright.

You can't be a warrior who slays a dragon, nor can you be a coward who sacrifices a princess.

A group of guys from the Department of Language and Intelligence, in a blizzard, tore their hair with... NPCs because of the unreasonable blood.

Qi Mou glanced back, this group of guys were fighting so hard that it was covered in blood and snow.

He was dizzy and bloody, but fortunately it was too cold to take care of his headache.

Si Si, who killed the most fiercely over there, kicked away another fallen man, and then pulled Qi Mou, who was holding Xue Zi, to the rear of the battle line.

He squatted down halfway, and zipped the down jacket on Qi Mou's body to the top.

Si Coolie's hand touched Qi Mou's chin, it was cold.

The blood outside the battlefield was mostly blocked by the collar of the down jacket that was tied up high and blocked Qi Mou's lower half of his line of sight.

"Take him away." Si Si looked straight at Qi Mou and took a rough breath, "Otherwise there will be no end."

He turned back and shouted loudly: "Brother Yan! Take them away!" Then he picked up his knife and continued to fight with the villagers who had lost their minds.

"Don't follow." Qi Mou panted heavily, only knowing to shake his hands and run forward, "Yan Bushi, go help the trash."

"The biggest waste is you." Yan Bushi said a venomous tongue, followed him closely without looking back, and ignored Qi Mou's orders.

But Qi Mou knew that it was very easy for his partners to deal with these mediocre NPCs.What's more, Qi Mou can rest assured that there is a guarantee for the theatrical performance of the drama.

Qi Mou thought: I have to take the snow boy to the snow cave where the iceman attacked.

Fortunately, they managed to leave the residents behind and shuttled through Syracuse in the morning snow.

-

There was silence behind him, nothing but footsteps.

Escaping in a snowy town sounds romantic.

But in an instant, Qi Mou's back felt inexplicably cold, he sharply took a step to the side, and turned to look back.

The place where he stood on the ground just now was covered with a hard layer of ice.

"Squeak, squeak...catch...and...catch it in..."

Behind them, the snow-colored ghosts floating in the air attacked them with whispers!

When the ghost passed by, it was freezing cold, Qi Mou blinked his eyelids, and suddenly lost consciousness in his hands and feet.

The ice layer easily sealed him and Yan Bushi.

What the hell is this?How can there be a dungeon that still plays this kind of combat power crushing!

He watched as the phantom turned into a gust of snow, rolled up the snow child in his arms, and went straight to the furnace.

The snow boy who looked like a little devil was actually very afraid of this thing, and tremblingly called out "Father!" to Qi Mou, and some broken ice crystals fell out of his eyes.

Qi Mou moved his mouth.

Ghosts are not people.

Nine layers of deceit, no use.Big gamble, useless.In-depth fraud, useless.

Yan Bushi coughed, and wanted to say something: "This thing was..."

Qi Mou shook his head vigorously, making his stiff neck move a little wider.

No need, he didn't want to rely on a lie with a lot of side effects.

One second, two seconds... As time passed, the two snow-like figures became farther and farther away.

Qi Mou struggled for a long time, and finally shattered the ice on his body.

"I'm really not a father." Qi Mou sighed, and tried his best to catch up again, "But there is a feeling that the child has been abducted by human traffickers."

In the distance, the snow child turned his head in the wind and snow whining.

"But." Yan Bushi also broke free, and laughed a few times, "He definitely doesn't know, you just want to kill him in another way."

Qi Mou didn't respond.

-

The furnace was already close at hand, and the furnace cover was opened, and there was a strong smell of rotting smoke inside.

Needless to say, there is also beef ash in it. ,

The beef hot pot last night was probably really cheap for the dead player.

Qi Mou jumped up a few steps, going to grab his cheap son.

You can't eat leftovers from others.

The sun unexpectedly scorched the eyes at this moment, unlike the sun in Snowstorm City, perhaps it was the snow child's face shaking like ice crystals when it fell.

Click—the furnace cover is about to close, and it seems to be dissatisfied with the processing in advance, creaking and protesting.

The ghost fulfilled its long-cherished wish and dissipated under the sun with satisfaction.

There was no sound of the furnace cover being closed tightly, replaced by a low gasp: "Uh..."

Qi Mou's right hand, which was not very sensitive to nerves, was in severe pain, and he was clinging to the edge of the furnace cover, and the bones of his hand were completely broken.

In critical moments, he always loves to resume his habit and use his injured right hand.

"Oh, it's really touching." Qi Mou rolled his eyelids, squeezed the pain in his throat, and tried his best to lift the metal cover with his other hand.

The temperature had already risen, and he really knew how painful Yan Bushi's previous actions were.

"Father..." Xuezi called faintly.

If he wasn't really a cursed monster, it's not like Qi Mou couldn't respond to this lovely call for a while.

It seemed that, since it was still daytime, the furnace, which had been forced to work, was happy to rest.

Qi Mou raised a gap with difficulty, and vaguely saw the dizzy snow doll inside.

Yan Bushi seemed to mutter something behind him, but Qi Mou couldn't hear it clearly.

But his legs were held, enough for him to reach out to the child inside.

Qi Mou was holding the cover with his left hand, so he could only use his useless right hand to shake it inside, hoping that the unknown child would catch it and hurt his stepfather's hand severely again.

"Hey, catch it." Qi Mou sighed.

Qi Mou's hand felt nothing but pain, and he saw his hand being grasped by a pair of pale hands, so he slowly moved his shoulders to bring Xuezi out.

But Xuezi's condition was not very good, Binglan's face became lighter, he couldn't open his eyes, he hummed in a daze, and he was still shouting: "Dad...Dad..."

Yan Buzhi yanked Qi Mou down behind him, but he was not injured.

"Huh." Qi Mou sat on the ground and shook his hands.

Xuezi held Qi Mou tightly and murmured: "Father, it hurts..."

Maybe the snow child was roasted by the fire, it really hurts.

Looking at this unlucky cheap son, Qi Mou finally felt tired and closed his eyes slightly: "Let go, you hurt, and I hurt too."

Yan Bushi came over and forcibly separated them, then squatted halfway in front of Qi Mou, staring at Qi Mou's right hand motionlessly.

It was almost separated from flesh and blood, and there were heavy bloodstains across the middle of the palm, which was also reddened from the heat, and it was probably useless.

Qi Mou shook his head: "You can't lick this anymore, don't try to treat it at this time..."

After saying this, Qi Mou's eyes suddenly opened, staring at his right hand with some seriousness.

It was as if the fire started from his right hand, and the scalding spread to his shoulders, then to his neck... and finally rolled over his whole body.

Qi Mou closed his eyes.At that time, the scene of Snow Child's icy teeth biting the short-cut man, as well as the dead image of the man, began to replay in his mind.

Qi Mou opened his eyes.On his arm, there was a piece of crushed ice.

Child, cheating.

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