Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

All the way up the weather station, there is no sign of any old flowers.

Mind image is worthy of a control freak.But this also happened to give Qi Mou a chance.

Qi Mou put his hand on the weather platform and stroked it for a long time.

Nothing happened, not even the slightest bit of induction.

"Then add a temporary rule." Sitting on the stone platform, Qi Mou knocked on the stone surface with his frayed finger bones.

[Use temporary skills rules, choose to add a rule. 】

This is a very dangerous copy, but the rules are also very simple, around the flower as the core.

Flowers live, people live, people die and flowers don't die.

The lost ghosts still remember the rose, fighting endlessly to suck blood.

Roses, roses, are the key to everything.

The rose that people represent cannot be killed, destroyed, torn or burned.

As long as the flowers are always there, people will never have the chance to go out and turn into blood Shura.

But since there is a change control for the weather here, there should be one as well.

time changes.

All things cannot escape growth and decline, who can not wither?

Qi Mou stood on the high platform, with his arms slightly outstretched to catch the crimson mist, looking at the red flower and white mountain in the distance, and pronounced the sentence in a low voice: "Temporary rule - the flowering period is over."

The flowering period has passed, and the flowers that are in full bloom or in full bloom should be thanked.

The world freezes suddenly, as if it is processing a very complicated calculation.

Is the rule card given by Xinxiang himself enough to break the rules set by Xinxiang himself?

There was only a moment of silence.

After a while, the blood-red rose king in his hand burst open in front of Qi Mou's eyes, the petals were torn apart, and he died instantly.

Then from near to far, thousands of roses exploded, like a red wave with strong momentum, rolling up a thousand layers of blood waves, and pushing it into the distance.

Blooming, blooming, red roses, white roses wither together in this world.

The flowering period has passed, and thousands of flowers are dying.

This provisional rule can be described as ruthless.

Dry petals danced in the sky, and the chaotic red and white also covered the entire valley.

The growth law of plants belongs to nature and is allowed, so Qi Mou can rely on this weather platform to achieve the effect he wants.

In his open hands, one side was full of withered red flowers, and the other side was covered with the remaining petals of white flowers.

If you just look at this beautiful scenery, you will think it is a romantic rose rain.

It was a nonsense act in which a foolish king destroyed all the roses and gave them to one person to watch.

But soon, there were more and more withered roses, completely submerging Qi Mou on the stone platform, the tumbling waves of flowers impacted, brought Qi Mou down and rolled him around a few times.

There are thorns and flowers all over the body, it is hard to say whether it is painful or romantic.

Countless system sounds buzzed in his ears, all repeating the message of death.

But they are all just white roses, what's going on?

Qi Mou, who was submerged by the sea of ​​dead roses and pushed to the ground, could only protect his face and struggled to throw himself out.

The huge impact and the blowing wind made him unable to find his way, maybe he could fly to someone's knife edge with just one blow.

Qi Mou was still regretting his own flower, so he bumped into someone in the sea of ​​roses.

"Stop—" It was Yan Bushi's voice.

Qi Mou was pushed hard and rolled for a long time before he hit a rock and stopped. He struggled to stand up.

Phew, I'm so embarrassed, I don't have a good piece all over my body, and I'm still covered with dead petals.

Qi Mou saw the hand of the person buried in the flowers.Then he stretched out his hand to fish: "Isn't the rose knot broken? You can find me here."

"You found me." Yan Bushi also got up and shook his head, "Good job."

That's right, Qi Mou sensed Xiao Qi's reminder.

Xiaoqi: "The dungeon can be sent out—er, but A has no intention of letting people go. Do I need to complain to the Mind Image Organization?"

"Now, immediately, please file a complaint." Qi Mou really wanted A to go to prison once.

System A was silent for a long time, as if unable to speak, no one knew what he was planning there.

Qi Mou looked at Yan Bushi's body. Fortunately, he checked and found that the blood was from someone else, and the guy wasn't seriously injured.

At least it's much better than my own body.

Yan Bushi raised his eyebrows, pointing at Qi Mou's torn clothes: "You seem to have been ruined by dozens of people."

"The one outside is not mine." Qi Mou undid two buttons of Si Si's coat, revealing his own miserable shirt and trousers inside.

Yan Bushi closed his eyes: "It looks like it has been ruined by hundreds of people."

"It's true, the hands of thousands of roses, so they are all dead." Qi Mou looked around while holding his clothes.

The sky was filled with chaotic red, which did not dissipate for a while.

But the flowers that fell to the ground have turned into dark dry dust.

This is ruining the entire Rose Valley, playing a bit too big.

How will A retaliate?

Qi Mou pursed his lips, grabbed Yan Bushi and continued to walk towards the middle of the Valley of Flowers by instinct.

They still staggered red and white along the way, and sometimes they couldn't avoid tripping over dead vines on the ground.

"Too many flowers are also troubles." Qi Mou looked at the flowers that had been destroyed all over the place, and sighed, "How much trouble is it to clean up? I don't want to buy a home with a garden."

Yan Bushi: "You have the final say on your family."

Many old flower people with empty eyes have fallen to the ground, and the flowers in their hands have turned into dust and mud.

The flowers associated with life wither, and the deceased really passed away this time.

But Qi Mou and Yan Bushi are still alive and well, maybe that's why they haven't been killed.

This is true, there are also many new players White Rose disappearing in front of them, presumably they have been killed or absorbed blood before.

And the new Red Rose players who are still alive are doing well, it's really unfair.

Sometimes fate is a multiple-choice question, deciding how easy or difficult your path is at the beginning.

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After walking for a while, they heard System A's low voice and angry reminder.

[All... living people have successfully passed the level, and all dead people have been obliterated.Those who can roll by themselves, fast, roll. 】

This is really angry.

Qi Mou remembered that guy A cared a lot about the adoptive father—that is, the mental image.

The coming-of-age gift that Xinxiang gave A was ruined by Qi Mou just like that...

In terms of killing flowers with harsh hands, the crime is still not as good as Qi Mou.

No one could not hear A's anger, and the players almost ran away.

Yan Bushi pointed to the dress and asked Qi Mou, "Where is Si?"

One word was shortened, which shows that Yan Bushi is lazy and tired now.

"I don't know, I hope A will take care of him again." After Qi Mou finished speaking, he pulled Yan Bushi to continue walking, "I have to look for him and take a stroll. Besides the flowers, the scenery here is not bad."

He really has the face to say that the scenery is beautiful. This is clearly a withered wasteland.

But Qi Mou just wanted to hang on to this and not leave.

Kesi Si didn't find it, and when he turned his head, Yan Bushi lost it too.

Qi Mou was extremely puzzled: "?"

Swish, something got out of the soil under my feet, it was a red rose, still in full bloom, and it bloomed very well.

But if you look carefully, half of it is white and red with blood. This is a red and white double-color rose.

It's really strange that thousands of flowers have withered, but there are still pearls left in the sea.

Yan Buzhi stood up in disgrace, and handed the flower to Qi Mou's arms again.

"What a surprise." Qi Mou took it, stared at the complete flower, looked up at Yan Bushi, and said with a smile, "This is the best rose."

The flowering period has obviously passed, but it has not withered.

But whose blood is on the rose?Still warm.

Maybe it was the blood of tens of thousands of people in this fight.Or maybe just one person.

Qi Mou collected the flower and hid it in the accompanying space.

Yan Bushi wiped his hands, turned his back, and stopped talking after delivering the roses.

Well, there are many more things to talk about after going out.

[Players please hurry up!immediately!immediately!Leave the copy! ] is A's roar.

"Do you mean us by the player you're talking about?" Qi Mou tilted his head, "Where are the customs clearance rewards?"

[What reward do you want!There is no clearance reward for the punishment dungeon! 】

"Okay, I just need a rose villain."

As if to dismiss Qi Mou, a doll with red and white rose elements that looked very similar to the rumors fell down.

Qi Mou squeezed, the doll couldn't speak.

"Let him call something."

[Go away! ! ! ! ! 】

"That's it, record it."

Qi Mou squeezed the villain Rose again.

Little Rose: "Go away!"

well.

Qi Mou quickly pinched it many times.

"Roll, roll, croak..."

The frog called this and it came.

A was furious, and a word appeared in front of Qi Mou's eyes.

[You will be kicked out of the dungeon forcibly, the landing location - random! 】

Just as Qi Mou wanted to joke something, he was speechless.

Here is the copy outside.

And he felt a sharp sharp pain, and somewhere was severely damaged by a puncture.

"Huh..." Qi Mou tried his best to support himself, covered his left eye, and kept breathing in pain.

He happened to hang onto an iron fence, and was pierced through his left eye by a sharp iron thorn.

Fortunately, the tip of the iron grid was not too long, otherwise it would have almost pierced into the brain.

Qi Mou struggled, lay down on the ground enduring the pain, and gasped for breath: "Hiss, hiss—you can still hurt me by chance, you're really good at it."

"Cuckoo... cluck?"

His left eye was bloody and bloody, and Qi Mou's right eye was also difficult to open.

But it seems that there are two pigeons wandering around him, where are they?

Qi Mou curled up on the ground and didn't want to speak, but he could vaguely hear the church's vespers.

Is it a friend of bad luck, a place of prayer?

The sharp pain in the eyes made Qi Mou very irritable, he pinched a few little roses to vent his anger.