Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

Whether she is afraid of fire or not is not up to her to decide.

Luo Yiran simply lit the lighter that hadn't been returned and pointed it at the paper screen.

The paper screens in other rooms ignited slowly and were easy to extinguish, but I didn't expect that the screen in this room really didn't ignite.

So Luo Yiran looked at it for a while, then withdrew his hand, and then he looked at his right hand.

The little girl in the tiger hat is also "watching" him.

Luo Yiran could feel the gaze, but he couldn't see the girl's eyes, so he said to the tiger's eyes on the tiger's head hat: "Cruel and merciless kid."

The little girl in the tiger head hat smiled coldly: "Will you change it or not?"

"No change." Luo Yiran was also straightforward, he tilted his head and said with a half-smile: "Every floor has guards."

The little girl was taken aback by the naked eye: "What do you mean?"

She really didn't understand, because she didn't see how Luo Yiran found these three clue rooms.

Luo Yiran didn't intend to explain. He touched the mask on his face and said, "It's nothing interesting. Two numbers are enough."

Before the little girl had time to say anything, Luo Yiran continued, this time asking an irrelevant question: "What's your name?"

"..."

She stopped talking, and Luo Yiran only felt a gloomy gaze on him all the time, as if he was thinking carefully about how to make him suffer or die.

Just full of malice.

Luo Yiran suddenly sat down cross-legged: "You want to kill me so much?"

The magician quietly knelt down beside him.

Luo Yiran tilted his head slightly, letting the magician exist in his peripheral vision, and then he continued, his voice full of trembling: "But you can't kill me, or you can't kill me directly."

little girl:"……"

Luo Yiran's banter was very deliberate, but it was equally effective.

Because Bai Zhi really couldn't kill him now.

Just like Bai He was at that time, what's the use of trying to kill him, there is no way to kill him directly.

If the player can be killed directly, then there is no need for them to create a copy.

"Bai Zhi." The little girl suddenly uttered a sentence, she seemed to be looking at Luo Yiran directly: "My name is Bai Zhi."

Luo Yiran nodded, he knew that Bai Zhi must know him, so instead of introducing himself, he said directly, "How long are you going to stay?"

Blank paper: "...?"

Luo Yiran showed a standard smile: "You are not the person in the painting, are you?"

Bai Zhi pursed her lips, and although her voice was thin and weak, it was very strange: "How do you know?"

Luo Yiran looked at her like a fool: "The people in the painting can't speak."

"Even a boss has to abide by the rules. If you don't follow the rules of the person in the painting and you are not punished, it only shows that you are not the person in the painting."

The white paper fell silent, she squeezed the round fan tightly in her hand - suddenly wanted to tear it up and leave directly.

But no, this is the round fan of the person in the painting, and it is a clue for the player. Even if she is the boss who created this dungeon, she cannot be destroyed.

So she just wanted to intimidate Luo Yiran. If it goes well, Luo Yiran might lose an arm.

Baihe made him weak, if she let him lose his right hand, not only would Luo Yiran be unable to move, but also...

The white paper's gaze fell on the magician calmly.

I heard that the connection between them is on the index finger...

The magician seemed to know what the white paper was planning, and he said lightly: "Our connection is soul to soul."

Although the medium is still the index finger, losing it just makes Luo Yiran unable to manipulate him, it does not mean that the connection will disappear.After all, connection now means more than manipulation.

Blank paper: "...?"

She knew what the connection between soul and soul meant, so she sneered: "It's really promising to live and die with a player."

The magician smiled and denied: "No."

Luo Yiran suddenly had a bad feeling, and he turned to look at the magician.

The magician retracted his legs, and he also sat down, and said as if he was talking about the weather today: "I am dead, and the young master will not die."

Luo Yiran pursed his lips, and looked away without showing emotion.

Bai Zhi sneered coldly, she no longer cared about magicians who were in love with brains, but only aimed at Luo Yiran——

She didn't intend to leave the paper screen, because without Luo Yiran, she would be able to easily know what the last number was from the person in the painting.

Luo Yiran was not in a hurry, he sat calmly.

The stalemate quickly dissipated.

——"Xiao Ran?"

He Xiaoye's voice came from one side, he didn't dare to come over, he only poked out a part of his face covered with black dust, he asked cautiously: "Did you hear another woman's voice just now? She seems to be ...are you sneering?"

Luo Yiran: "I heard it."

He Xiaoye: "!"

He Xiaoye's voice trembled: "Who..."

Luo Yiran: "The person in the painting."

He Xiaoye reacted for two seconds: "Can the person in this painting speak?"

Luo Yiran laughed, and he looked at He Xiaoye: "Because the boss in this painting is pretending... Did you find anything there?"

He Xiaoye wiped his face, because the room was burned, so it is easy to get black ash on his body, he is a little embarrassed now: "I can't find it, it seems that it is almost burned."

Luo Yiran nodded: "Then let's leave."

He Xiaoye was stunned for a moment: "Did you get the last number from the boss?"

Luo Yiran shook his head: "No, but it's unnecessary."

He Xiaoye blinked, he didn't ask any more questions, since he knew it was the third floor anyway.Because he believed that Luo Yiran knew that the floor could be found, he simply stood up and said, "Okay."

The white paper while listening: "..."

Bai Zhi's hand holding the round fan tightened, she almost wanted to rush out of the painting and chop Luo Yiran directly, but she calmed down in the end - there was still a chance later.

Moreover, it cannot be cut.

The little girl wearing a tiger hat is not scary, but rather cute.

Luo Yiran knew from the girl's voice that the boss should be a young girl, but he still coaxed the child in a hypocritical tone: "Then kid, we're leaving, goodbye."

The white paper suddenly stopped.

Luo Yiran didn't care about her anymore, he was afraid of getting dizzy, so he stood up slowly, and then looked outside the door: "Let's go, the stairs are next to this room."

After thinking for a while, he told He Xiaoye: "If you see something scary again, don't make too much noise, the guards will hear you."

He Xiaoye nodded in embarrassment, and then said apologetically, "I'm sorry... I didn't find any clues."

He was useless at first, so being able to help rummaging through things was the limit. In the end, he couldn't find anything in this room.

Luo suddenly stopped, and he looked back at the room: "If it's burned like this, it's unlikely that there will be any clues."

He Xiaoye hummed muffledly.

Luo Yiran continued: "So, this room is the clue."

He Xiaoye: "...?"

Luo Yiran explained in a calm tone: "The Bai family was destroyed by a fire."

"And it's artificial."

He Xiaoye looked back blankly.

The door is opened by the person in the painting, but the person in the painting is not the person in the painting, so the magician can easily open it.

The three left, He Xiaoye was the last to come out, and he closed the door subconsciously and politely.

When it was closed, He Xiaoye glanced at the room for the last time, and then realized that it was indeed artificial.

The burned places in this room are so average that the fire seems to be ignited from all places together.

And just now, there seemed to be some liquid in the room. He thought it was water left over from the firefighting, but now it seems that it may be... combustibles like oil.

He Xiaoye was shocked, he closed the door and quickly followed Luo Yiran, then secretly gave Luo Yiran a thumbs up from behind - he knew it without even checking, it was too powerful.

Moreover, he is not in a hurry to face the boss, and he can also mock him as a child.

In the room, the ridiculed white paper was silent for a while, and then she walked out from the paper screen.

After coming out, there was still a little girl wearing a tiger's head hat on the paper screen, but the little girl's facial features were exposed.

The little girl holds the round fan and carefully looks at the white paper in front of her.

The girl was slender, and the huge hood covered the tip of the girl's nose. Her mouth and chin were exposed all over her body, and her hands were now tucked into her sleeves.

The whole person was empty and eerie.

Bai Zhi looked down at her tightly wrapped body, and then she took a step towards the door.

The hem of the white skirt was stained with black ash, and the white paper stopped again.

The last sentence that player said to her just now made her feel a little familiar.

On the day when she was most desperate and hopeful again, God stroked her dirt-covered hair and coaxed the 14-year-old her like a three- or four-year-old child: "Don't cry, kid, the pain is gone. "

Just like Luo Yiran's tone just now, the ups and downs, pauses, and endings are all similar.

Especially the three characters of children are very similar.

"..."

But Luo Yiran is not a god.

His tone of voice was nothing more than mocking her.

There is only one god, and the white paper is very clear - no one can replace him, and this similar tone is just a coincidence, humans with cubs will say similar words.

Bai Zhi hangs her eyes—but it's really annoying, this moment of being similar to a god gave her a feeling... Luo Yiran was born to replace a god.

The killing intent suddenly surged in the room, and the little girl in the tiger hat on the paper screen instantly flattened her mouth, and then hid in a corner aggrieved.

While avoiding the guards on the first floor, the three of them went up carefully. The stairs of the Jiuba Tower are not very good, and they will make creaking noises when walking.

The magician is at the front, he is the tallest, but he walks silently.

When he reached the corner of the second floor, the magician stopped and said in a low voice, "Wait a minute, the third-floor guards are coming."

The two people behind stopped and waited quietly for the guards to pass by.

The guards on the third floor were also slow, and it took a while to walk over, so in the silence, the magician casually said in a low voice: "The boss just now is not a child."

The abrupt words did not surprise Luo Yiran, he nodded calmly.

- You can tell it's not a child just by hearing the voice.

But he said that... because of the combination of sarcasm and habit.

At first, the child that the god took back was a real child, small and a little bit bigger.

So the gods are coaxing and comforting like that.

But the only reference he created later was this, so for a period of time, when he went to bring those people back, he continued to coax them in this tone until they stopped bleeding and crying.