Welcome to the lock demon tower

Even Zhao Kexin let out a "fuck" sound, and all of a sudden backed up and stuck to the wall.

"What the hell?"

Qiao Que didn't answer, and was still hanging on the armrest. After a few seconds, he hiccupped extremely loudly.

Zhao Kexin: "...Little Qiao, are you okay?"

Qiao Que seemed to be going into a coma, tears streaming down his face: "I... hiccup... still, still... hiccup... not bad."

Zhao Kexin: "..."

...I originally wanted to ask if you have any spells that can solve the current situation...

OKFine, I probably know the answer...

Zhao Kexin fiercely pulled out the watermelon knife from his waist, without further ado, grabbed Qiao Que's wrist and continued to run up.I feel like a single mother fleeing for her life with her stupid son during the Anti-Japanese War.

come on!This family is supported by you, Zhao Kexin!

Qiao Que hiccupped as he ran, feeling so ashamed that he couldn't add more: "Sister Kexin, hiccup... If we see a fire extinguisher, let's take it. I can use the fire extinguisher to cooperate with my fire technique..."

Zhao Kexin's eyes lit up: "Fire?" It sounds very powerful!

Qiao Que: "Ah..."

The two ran up another floor and stopped on the corner platform of the stairs.

Qiao Que tremblingly stretched out the middle finger of his right hand, and snapped his left hand.

In the next second, a cluster of small trembling flames appeared out of nowhere on the tip of the middle finger.

Weak, pitiful, but very bright!

Zhao Kexin didn't know what to say: "Wow..."

In fact, if you think about it carefully...it seems to be quite powerful.

Especially when using it when comparing the middle finger with others, it is like adding special effects, which is very attractive!

438 expressionless: "Wow..."

... I have never seen anyone whose fire spell uses the middle finger, no, the point is not here, I have never seen anyone whose fire spell is calculated according to the finger, okay? !

Qiao Que walked around the corner for a few steps, then turned around and said, "Although the fire is not very big, it is a spiritual fire. It cannot be extinguished by wind or water. Only I can extinguish it."

Think about it and feel a little proud, hehe.

Zhao Kexin and 438 Qiqi took a breath of air.

Qiao Que was surprised: "Are you really so supportive?"

Zhao Kexin was speechless, she stretched out her finger and pointed at Qiao Que's back.

Qiao Que turned around.

In the darkness illuminated by his pyrotechnics, the teddy bear was so huge that it almost filled the entire corridor.

He was staring at Qiao Que with emotionless plastic disc eyes.

The sharp long knife in his hand has been raised high in the air, and the blade reflects a cool light.

For a second or two, Qiao Que felt like he didn't know anything.

Until 438 yelled in his head: "Qiao Que! Run!"

He woke up suddenly, and almost instinctively, the spiritual power in his body rushed to his fingertips instantly, and the spiritual fire shot out, igniting the crotch of the teddy bear.

Qiao Que: ...

438: ...

Qiao Que turned around and ran up, breaking down and apologizing as he ran: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean it!"

438: ...Ah, ah, your hatred is worth it...

The teddy bear was quickly ignited, and the fire was out of control. The dark corridor was brightly lit, and Qiao Que even smelled the burning aroma of barbecued meat.

However, the flame obviously did not have any adverse effects on it. The brown fluff on the surface was quickly burned into toner powder, and the cute and simple appearance disappeared. The plastic eyes and nose turned into sticky under the high temperature. The liquid, a big dirty lump, looks hideous and disgusting.

It squeezed out from the corner holding a long knife, and chased Qiao Que step by step with its burning body.

Even if you kneel down, you have to endure the fire you light.

The roiling heat wave hit from behind, almost scorching Qiao Que's slightly curly hair, and the tongue of fire even reached his heels.

In Qiao Que's eyes, the horror of this scene was no less than that of a Thanos chasing behind him. In desperation, he closed his eyes and grabbed his arm: "Sprint!"

Almost instantly, like a wind-up toy, the speed of his feet increased sharply, and he jumped up several floors at a time.

Although he was still panting too much to look directly at, within a few breaths, the distance between himself and the teddy bear was widened a lot.

After turning a few more corners, the teddy bear was completely swallowed by the unknown darkness downstairs and disappeared without a trace.

438 was shocked: "You actually know such an easy-to-use spell? Then why didn't you..."

With the last of his strength, Qiao Que kicked open a corridor door, plunged into an unknown floor, closed the door, and slumped against the wall, unable to move.

He stretched out his hands, shaking like a canteen scooping aunt: "This is only for life-saving! The CD is super long, and the acceleration is very fast, but it can only last for a few minutes. It takes a long time to slow down after being paralyzed, Master said. Do not use it until the critical moment."

438: "... 5 minutes of talking, [-] hours of charging?"

In a panic, Qiao Que and Zhao Kexin ran away, and the boss disappeared to nowhere, and now he was completely paralyzed in bed and helpless.

Qiao Que slammed his head against the wall: "It's over, it's over, I should have insisted on not using the sprint technique just now. What should I do now, wouldn't it be cold if the thing catches up with it!"

438 comforted: "It's okay, it's not a loss, it's not a loss. I'll help you look after it. If you didn't use the sprint technique, you would have been cold just now."

Qiao Que was stunned: Really?

438: "Really, I calculated it. At that time, your head was within the diameter of its knife."

The back of Qiao Que's head felt cold, and he touched his neck in fear, then lowered his head, hugged his knees, and stopped talking.

After a few seconds, there were a few soft sobs.

438 said distressedly: "Qiao Que..."

Qiao Que lowered his head: I'm so useless, why am I the only one who is timid and always lags behind.This is still the lowest level world in the Demon Locking Tower...

438: "Don't say that. You have only been cultivating immortals for three years, and it is already very impressive to step into the Qi refining period. Your spiritual practice needs a long, long period of time."

Qiao Que's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: Thank you, Tuotuo, without you, I would be even more scared.It would be great if your host is a bigwig like Brother Chi, and the bonus will definitely be soft.I... I have no ability but I want to show off, I...

438 interrupted him: "No, Qiao Que, I think you are a very good host."

Only you, have never angered the system and reported it at will because of being selected into the Demon Locking Tower, never scolded me for the incompetence of the system when I was in danger, and always wanted me to get a bonus...

...You are also the first host to name me.

Qiao Que said sullenly: Really?That's good.

438 has a stupid mouth, he doesn't know what to say to ease the current mournful atmosphere, so he keeps silent.

The atmosphere was so quiet for a long time, Qiao Que felt a little cold.

He changed his sitting position and rubbed the goosebumps on his arms: Camel, what did you say?For example, what were your previous hosts like?

438: "I'm sorry...we are a national security system. Things about the former host cannot be disclosed."

Qiao Que listlessly: Oh, all right.I just asked casually.

438 paused: "...It's not impossible to say it at all, wait a minute, I'll turn off the whole recording. Well...my host is nothing special. The last one was a young manga artist, and his ability is mind reading."

Qiao Que: Huh?Isn't that cheating?

438: "Yeah, that's why he chose to be a cartoonist, and he has endless ideas every day."

Qiao Que: Then what?How many missions has he done?

438: "...Three times. The third time he was sent into the Cthulhu world, he fell into a coma, convulsed, and soon went into shock. I had to send him back to the present world forcibly, and then I was imprisoned for three months. He is also said to have been hospitalized for a period of time."

Qiao Que: ...that's him.

438: "Well. Actually, I've always wanted to visit him, but I don't know how the main system handled it in the end, so I just let it go."

Qiao Que felt that he was a little sad, so he changed the subject thoughtfully: Hiss...why is it so cold at night, Tuo Tuo, can you sing?sing me a song.

438: "...I only know the national anthem. Oh, and the song of socialist core values."

Qiao Que's eyes lit up: ...Then let's go to the core values!Fits right now!

438 is full of question marks, where does it fit?

But he didn't ask any more. He searched for the lyrics and started singing.

The voice of 438 is a young boy, the sound quality is clear and crisp, and the ending sound has a soft nasal sound. It is quite pleasant to sing.

...although the lyrics don't quite suit his voice.

I must teach him how to meow next time, Qiao Que secretly swears.

As Qiao Que listened, he gradually became sleepy, his eyelids drooped, his consciousness was a little far away, and he was about to fall to the side.

438 suddenly stopped: "Qiao Que, Qiao Que!"

Qiao Que shook his head: "Huh? Camel...I'm so sleepy."

438 became anxious: "Qiao Que! Wake up! Something is wrong!"

Qiao Que's heart trembled, and he tried to open his eyes wide, but his eyelids seemed to be hung with a thousand gold weights, and his consciousness was completely out of his control.He took a quick breath, tried his best to resist this feeling, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"It's so cold..." Qiao Que stared at the inch-square black and white floor tiles in front of him, his vision blurred, the breath he exhaled turned into a white mist, and his slightly curled eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost.

438 was running around in a hurry, but he had no authority or ability, so he couldn't help at all, so he could only keep shouting: "Qiao Que! Don't sleep! Don't sleep!"

Qiao Que opened his mouth and wanted to say a lot, but when the words reached his mouth, only a vague breath remained.

He was so cold that his teeth were chattering, and the upper and lower rows of teeth kept thinking together.

The air sucked into the stomach seemed to freeze instantly, falling heavily into the body, and the internal organs began to scream with severe pain.

Frost slowly solidified on Qiao Que's hair. He was still dazed and didn't know who to turn to for help, so he could only cry weakly in his heart: Camel...

Just when Qiao Que's consciousness was about to disappear, a dark red light suddenly flashed from the back of his neck.

Qiao Que couldn't see it himself, but 438, who was so anxious that the program almost crashed, saw it.

It stayed there for a few seconds, instinctively felt that it saw hope, and continued to shout loudly: "Qiao Que! Wake up!"

In a daze, the skin on the back of Qiao Que's neck suddenly became astonishingly hot, which instantly woke him up.

He felt like a dead pig that was suddenly doused with boiling water and scalded, and like a char siu pork that was roasted to a caramel color with a flamethrower. : "Hurrah, it's so hot! It's so hot."

The skin felt warm and cool, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Huh?" He froze in place, only to realize that the bone-chilling chill just now had faded away, like a hallucination.

The sweltering heat of the summer night quickly swept through the whole body, and there was even a light layer of sweat on his forehead.

438 breathed a sigh of relief, and almost cried: "That's great...do you know, it was so dangerous just now...your vital signs are almost gone!"

Qiao Que was still in fear: I know, I was scared to death, almost died... It was the boss who saved me.

438: "You know?"

Qiao Que: Yes, I feel that the boss is angry. He left a mark on me before he left.Ahhh Brother Chi saved my dog's life!

438: "It's fine, it's fine... But what's going on? Didn't any abnormal life form attack you?"

Qiao Que was also surprised: Isn't it dirty?I thought it was some kind of refrigerator...

438: "...I'm sure there wasn't one at the time."

After thinking about it, he added: "Uh... But now I have it. Don't think about it, let's talk about it after dealing with this first."

Qiao Que: ...? ? ?

As if to prove 438's words, at the end of the corridor, there was a sudden and regular "crack, crack, crack" sound, which sounded like someone was hitting a ball.

Qiao Que had just narrowly escaped death, but now he was so frightened that he breathed a sigh of relief.

438: "??? I thought you'd pee in fright."

Qiao Que: I don’t know, I got used to being scared, but now I feel that dirty things are kind of friendly, and little girls playing football are too common.

438: Host, you have changed... You are not strong, but you are drifting away.

Building B is the same as Building A. The corridors are not the kind of simple passages that can be seen at a glance. Instead, they adhere to humanization and basic Feng Shui principles, and fit the apartment type, and need to turn from time to time.

A small ball bounced around the corner, echoing "crack, clap, clap".

Just like that, it rolled to Qiao Que's feet.

Qiao Que took a step aside: ... This scene is inexplicably familiar.

438: "...Could it be Miss Xiang again?"

Qiao Que lowered his head and gestured, with a serious face: No, Miss Xiang's face is much bigger than this one.

438: ...I now kind of believe that you are really straight.

On the ground is a real ball.

Qiao Que glanced at the doorknob of the corridor, and leaned against the door.

A small black figure appeared at the corner of the corridor: "Brother, can you return the ball to me?"