Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

On the way to He Zhai, the thick fog in the foggy city cleared a little, so Luo Yiran kept looking at the Jiuba Pagoda behind.

The magician turned the man upside down lightly, and then raised his hand to press Luo Yiran's back. He was full of resentment: "Master, can you stop watching?"

Luo Yiran rubbed the side of the magician's face naturally, and said, "I'm just looking at the Jiuba Tower."

"...the Buddha statue inside is a bit strange."

Before leaving, he saw the eyes of the Buddha statue move.

The magician snorted and said, "Don't worry, it won't come out."

Although he said that, the eyes under the bandages of the magician showed a coldness - it was nothing more than the white paper before setting the Buddha statue's primary goal to kill Luo Yiran, and now he must regret it.

Luo Yiran knew what he meant, but he smiled: "But the gods will save you."

Because it is moving forward, the wind will come oncoming, and the voice of the magician has a casual feeling in the wind: "Master, you don't understand."

He doesn't understand?

Luo Yiran pinched the magician's hair, as if threatening: "What do I not understand?"

The magician stopped talking, and changed the subject: "He's house is coming."

——If saving lives is a more important thing, then Bai Zhi would not have kept gardenias in her body for so many years, and has been protecting them carefully.

The magician stopped, he put down Luo Yiran, and then watched Luo Yiran being embraced by his companions gathered in He's house, he stood behind him and kept looking at him.

Perhaps Luo Yiran understood.The magician suddenly thought - because Luo Yiran also met someone who redeemed him.

A faint unwillingness grew in his heart, and he even thought naively: Obviously he met the young master earlier than Luo Jun.

Duan Miaomiao didn't go up, the mildew god's power was still affecting her, so she just looked at Luo Yiran from a few steps away and said: "We have heard the notification that the second mission is completed."

Luo Yiran nodded with his eyes slightly bent.

Zhang Mimi changed into a man's attire, and he was holding his hair in confusion, looking at He Xiaoye from time to time, and He Xiaoye caught Zhang Mimi's eyes, and he reacted helplessly: "It's really not me! You Suddenly woke up!"

He was also anxious about Zhang Mimi's state at that time, but he didn't expect Zhang Mimi to wake up suddenly.

Luo Yiran frowned when he heard their conversation - when he saved Zhang Mimi, he asked the servant who gave the medicine, and the other party said that it would not harm the body at all, but there was no antidote, and he would relieve it after six hours, but now Zhang Mimi Mi relieved himself...because he was in good health?

Or……

Luo Yiran looked at Zhang Mimi, and his brows loosened after about three or four seconds - he was not replaced.

Yuan Mo wanted to say something to Luo Yiran at any time, but suddenly there was a loud bang behind him, everyone was startled, and then all turned their heads -

In the increasingly thinning fog, everyone looked at the towering Jiuba Pagoda not far away, which collapsed.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and everyone vaguely saw white pieces of paper flying above the collapsed Jiuba Pagoda, like... fragments.

Luo Yiran subconsciously looked at the magician.

The magician was also looking at him.

Then, the bandage on the magician's face moved, and he smiled casually.

Zhang Mimi and others didn't know what happened in the Nine Eight Pagoda. He just glanced at it and sighed: "Fortunately, you have already escaped."

Apart from the magician, Yuan Mo is the tallest here, so he glanced over there with his vision, and then his face changed: "Ghost?"

Luo Yiran patted Via poking his finger: "Didn't the system notify the Hyakki Night Walk? Those all came out of the Jiuba Tower."

Via rubbed her hands and stared at Luo Yi, then said, "Then let's go quickly."

Luo Yiran looked at the magician.

But the magician stood still two or three meters away from him, Luo Yiran slowly frowned: "...Magician?"

The magician hooked the corner of his mouth, he suppressed the thoughts in his heart, then walked over and looked down at Luo Yiran, after about two or three seconds, the magician lowered his head and stamped on the corner of Luo Yiran's lips through the bandage, then raised his head He said ambiguously, "Master, I have some private things to do."

"..."

Luo Yiran was silent for a moment, then he said without expression: "Waiting for you at the gate of the city."

The magician paused slightly, and said, "No need."

Luo Yiran narrowed his eyes.

The magician hastened to add: "Because I'm going to find you."

He said it sincerely, but Luo Yiran still had a bad feeling in his heart.

It's just that he calmly put away the expression on his face - the evil spirit had already appeared at the corner in front of him, Luo Yiran moved his fingers, but he didn't say a word to the magician, but turned around neatly and told everyone Said: "Let's go."

Zhang Mimi glanced at the magician and followed Luo Yiran briskly——Luo Yiran was not in good health, and he was quite worried that he would collapse after running a few steps.

The magician stood still, he watched everyone leave, Yuan Mo deliberately walked at the end, he looked timidly at the evil ghost coming this way, but he still seized the time and said to the magician: "You'd better come and find it sooner." Xiaoran."

Although Luo Yiran seemed to have a good temper, Yuan Mo always felt that he was the kind of person who was hard to coax when he was angry.

The magician didn't speak, he was wrapped in bandages, and outside the bandages was a white shirt and black trousers. His long gray hair was still, which made him look like a sculpture that didn't look like a real person.

Yuan Mo didn't seem to care whether the magician would respond, he turned around immediately after speaking and wanted to leave.

But after only two steps forward, he heard the magician's voice sounding a little far away, and seemed to be laughing—"During this time, please take care of him."

"Although the young master may not need it."

Yuan Mo turned his head fiercely, and then he saw hundreds of evil spirits rushing forward, while the magician retreated and submerged into the wave of ghosts.

He took a breath and rushed forward - let's run! !

He is not a magician, if he wants to be engulfed by evil spirits, he will only die in the end.

...

Compared with players, magicians can more intuitively discover this third task, and it is not difficult.

In other words, it is not difficult now.

Because the white paper reduces the difficulty at the cost of violations.

The bandage on the magician's face was untied, and then the bandage slid down to his shoulders, revealing his face covered with burns, and he looked at the white paper not far in front with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "Young master doesn't need yours!" help."

"Even if the difficulty is not lowered, he can easily leave."

The key tool knife, that is, the treasure, has always been in Luo Yiran's hands.

On the huge ruins, the pale papers were still being assembled, and some papers were pressed under the collapsed Nine-Eight Pagoda, so the assembled white papers were not complete.

Her legs were broken and she couldn't stand, so she could only kneel on a broken wall, and her dress was only half left, and the huge hood was also torn, unable to cover her face.

Only the perianth at the thoracic position is gently wrapped with green silk threads, without being damaged at all.

The white paper gently caressed along the contours of the flowers and branches, until she heard the magician's mocking voice, then she raised her head and looked at the gray-haired boss under the ruins.

The fog in the fog city has completely dispersed, and today there is a moon.

So the magician is standing under the moonlight, with a faint cold light all over his body, making him look weird but holy.

Obviously her position is at the top, but the magician seems to be at a high place instead.

Those eyes were condescending, looking at her as if they were ants.

……

So jealous.

Bai Zhi's expression was instantly indifferent: "Have you been watching our jokes?"

The magician tapped his left arm with his right finger, and then he made an interactive movement, and the next moment a tall black magic hat appeared out of nowhere in the hands of the magician, and he gracefully raised his hand to put on the hat, his face full of scars But because of his expression and momentum, he gave people an astonishing sense of beauty: "With the young master, how can I have time to watch other people's jokes?"

"I don't think he can make it in time."

Bai Zhi frowned at his frivolous tone, she suddenly realized something, and asked in shock: "You forced him?"

The magician looked at her in surprise: "We get along so well, how can you see that I am forcing the young master?"

Besides, no one can force Luo Yiran to do anything, including him.

Blank paper: "..."

The magician snorted mockingly, and he reminded: "And you should remember, you and the young master are the enemies."

The gardenia flower in the white paper chest jumped violently, and she raised her voice: "Shut up!"

The incomplete paper figurine gasped violently, and she looked at the magician unwillingly: "You just... came to laugh at me?!"

"No." The magician raised his bandaged index finger, the fake smile on his face sank at this moment, and the cold murderous intent hit the white paper, the magician whispered: "If possible, I actually want to Kill you."

The blank paper was silent.

The magician's slender legs stepped forward, and he stepped on the ruins very steadily.

Bai Zhi looked at him with a feeling of suffocation and absurdity.

Among the people of the world, there are countless bosses who have abandoned their human bodies, and some of them have even lost their human appearance.

But the existence of the magician, who has always kept a weak human body, brought her a sense of deterrence that no other boss could bring.

Bai Zhi couldn't move as she watched the magician walk in front of her, and then heard the magician's voice: "Tell me where the other bosses are."

"..." After a while, Bai Zhi said: "They will not hurt Luo Yiran."

She read the three words Luo Yiran lightly and anxiously, as if she was chanting something taboo that she dared not elaborate on: "I told them the truth."

At least the boss who played in her instance knew it.

——Luo Yiran is also a matter of gods.

The magician seemed to see what she was thinking. He took off the bandage hanging on his shoulder and bent down to look at her, with a soft tone: "Young master is not your god."

His body began to tremble slightly, the smile on his face could not be suppressed, and madness leaked from a corner of the puppet's skin again, forming a strong contrast with his calm and restrained tone: "He only belongs to me."

Bai Zhi's fingers moved subconsciously, and the killing intent was revealed for a moment.

The magician straightened his body, and his eyes seemed to look over: "Don't you want your hand?"

Before Bai Zhi was angry, a childish voice suddenly interrupted the two from the back and lower: "Magician, please be gentle with the lady."

The magician's expression was restrained, and he turned his head to look at the source of the voice blankly.

At the place where the magician stood, a five or six-year-old boy appeared at some unknown time.

He looked at the two innocently, and he wore a small yellow fisherman's hat on his head, and the four numbers 2657 were tattooed on the hat.

The little boy looked at the magician and said casually, "Long time no see."

The magician stared at him.

2657 smiled, he had something else to say: "The fourth mode has been turned on for many days."

The magician still stared at him blankly. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said in a cooperative way: "Indeed, I should go back to my copy."

The magician's smile didn't reach his eyes: "After all, my dungeon is also one of the seven great dungeons."