Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

Little skirts will not be worn, absolutely will not be worn.

Luo Yiran manipulated the magician to throw away the little red dress, and then cursed: "Pervert."

The magician was aggrieved: "I just want to change the young master's clothes." After that, he reached out to pick up the red dress again.

Luo Yiran hastily manipulated the magician again, making him stop in place.

The magician was not angry, instead he smiled and said, "Yes, that's it. If you don't want me to do something you don't like, just keep manipulating me."

The connection from the index finger was extremely true, Luo Yiran was sure that he could manipulate this weird puppet.But he has to be manipulated all the time, otherwise the magician can act on his own.

This is really exhausting, and if you don't pay attention, you will relax.

And maybe one day the puppet will break free.

There will be too many changes, Luo Yiran wants to throw away his finger again.

The magician suddenly said, "Master, I like you very much."

Luo suddenly felt a chill.

"So." The magician said softly, "I will always follow you." Even if he threw away his finger again, he would still find it and hold it in front of the puppet to connect it with his own hands.

But next time, he'll dress the doll in whatever he likes before attaching the fingers.

Luo Yiran, who understood the meaning behind the magician's words in seconds: "..."

"Fuck, why do you look like a loach! I'm so tired of hiding!" Hidden in a leafy tree, the man in black sportswear cursed: "This gun is really fucking hard to use."

He quickly changed the magazine, and then raised it again to aim at the boy in school uniform not far away. The boy was not hidden tightly, and a small half of his body was still exposed; Pull the trigger—this time, on the shoulder.

He thought, but couldn't snap his fingers off.

There was a feeling of being unable to exert force, and the coldness quickly flashed across the fingers.The man in the sportswear lowered his head in doubt, and then saw Ben's trigger finger fall off, and the incision was extremely smooth.

Blood gushed out in an instant, and the man let out a scream, almost unable to hold the gun: "Who?!"

The branch he was on sank slightly, the man covered his hands and immediately looked to his side, and then met a face covered with bandages.

The man in the bandage was wearing a black suit. Although the hem of his clothes was torn for some reason, he still didn't feel embarrassed at all. On the brim of the tall magic hat, sat a blood-stained doll.

The man stared blankly at this strange scene, almost thinking that this dungeon had changed to a supernatural style.

Until the puppet said: "Friendly reminder, murder is against the law."

Man in sportswear: "???"

"Are you players?" The man's face changed suddenly. He was covering his bleeding fingers, his face was very hideous because of the pain and anger.

The puppet tilted its head, this somewhat innocent action made by the blood-stained puppet has a sense of horror: "I am." Anyway, he said that he is not a magician, and he will tear him down in all likelihood.

The magician's voice was full of laughter: "I'm not, I'm just a puppet, you can call me a magician."

The two people in front of him were too weird, the man in the sportswear held his gun tightly - he didn't notice anyone approaching before he cut his fingers, these two people might be stronger than him.

If there is a fight, he may not win.

The man in sportswear who came to the conclusion rolled his eyes slightly: "You two don't think I'm a poacher, do you?"

So the man frowned and said immediately: "I'm not a poacher, but a player I just followed. I watched him being hunted down by a docile toothed rabbit. He must be a poacher!"

Luo Yiran looked at him calmly - sure enough, Xia Lang was found out as a poacher.

He was probably small and tightly guarded by Xia Lang, so he was not seen by this person.

"I didn't cut off your fingers because I thought you were a poacher." The puppet stood up, standing on the brim of the magician's hat, with the silver lines in his hands looming.

The man in the sportswear saw the faint red trace above the silver line at a glance.

That is blood.

his blood.

The hands of the man in the sportswear trembled slightly - he thought it was the more dangerous-looking bandage man who cut off his finger.

The puppet smiled: "I have no intention of killing you, don't be afraid."

Luo Yiran opened his school uniform jacket, exposing the things tied around his waist to the man in sportswear: "Although this is not the real world, I think at least people can't kill people."

The man in the tracksuit looks at the ropes, knives, and even a beautiful rose in the doll.

To be honest, these things don't make him feel a sense of crisis. Even if he stands still, the thing the size of a fingernail won't hurt him too deeply.

However, there is a sense of danger.

The moment the school uniform was pulled away, a very dangerous feeling came from the little doll.It's very similar to how he unexpectedly felt towards the boss of the previous dungeon in the last dungeon.

The man's fingers trembled more violently, and the blood continuously flowed from between the fingers, dripping onto the branches under his feet.

He stared at the rich props and the silver thread on the doll's waist, fearful but also unwilling: "Can the special species bring real things into the game?" You know, there are no roses in this forest.

"Maybe I'm the only one who can do it. After all, how can a magician be successful without props." Luo Yiran wrote lightly.

He is a magician himself, but now the abilities of some props have been magnified.For example, before the poker was set on fire, the amount of things placed on the cards was the same as usual, but the fire could be bigger.

And the silver thread in his hand is also tougher and can be extended.

Perhaps it is because his special ability is to upgrade these things, so the game will leave these items.

The man in the sportswear looked at the man in the bandage, and he gritted his teeth fiercely—there was also a puppet who looked very powerful, and the special species was indeed the one who was loved by the game!

The magician didn't care that the man looked at him like he was looking at goods, and he said to the doll in a tired tone: "So you are also a magician, then we are really a match made in heaven."

"Shut up." Luo Yiran was disgusted by the magician's tone again, he didn't want to talk anymore, so he raised his hand holding the silver thread neatly.

The man in the sportswear didn't see anything, but his back felt a chill, and he wanted to jump off the tree reflexively.

Luo Yiran reacted faster, he jumped off the magic hat, and at the same time manipulated the magician to hook the silver thread released by him towards the man in the sportswear, without worrying that the silver thread would cut the magician's hand.

The magician's speed was too fast, which directly prevented the man in the sportswear from jumping down. The man could only raise his gun and aim at the magician. His hands were still shaking because of the pain and the inexplicable fear before, but luckily the distance was close enough. He shot the magician in the chest with one shot.

Luo Yiran, who was about to fall to the ground, had a slight flash of light in his eyes, and he looked at the magician without blinking - there was no movement of dodging, and no feeling of being out of his control. It seems that the magician really cannot Take control of your body.

But... will the puppet die if it is shot by a gun?

The body stopped a few centimeters from the ground, Luo Yiran looked up and chuckled.

The magician grabbed one end of the silver thread wrapped around Luo Yiran's hand with one hand, and wrapped the remaining silver thread around the neck of the man in the sportswear with the other hand. He smiled softly, "Don't move, this one is very sharp. .”

The man didn't dare to move, he even slowed down his breathing, for fear that the silver thread would cut his neck.

The man was still holding the gun, and his eyeballs rolled, looking at the hole in the magician's chest that was punched by the gun. There was no blood, and even the bullet pierced through without affecting his movements at all.

"As I said, I'm just a puppet." The magician said with a smile: "A puppet has no flesh and blood, it won't hesitate, and it won't get hurt. If you want to kill me, it's best to kill me directly..." He paused deliberately Next, leaving a little ambiguous space: "My master."

When Luo heard this, Luo raised his head again with a dark face—these words were undoubtedly addressed to him, and the purpose was to tell him that the only way to get rid of the magician was suicide, so he could only keep the magician; Don't use the magician to die inexplicably, after all, you can't die.

It's a pity, I was going to try something else.

However, he has just confirmed that he has higher authority to manipulate the magician's body than the magician himself, and he plans to keep the magician temporarily, so maybe there is no need to try it out.

Using a magician to tie the man in the sportswear to the branch, Luo Yiran looked up, and found that the branch was wide enough, as long as no one went up to it, he would basically not find anyone there.

The location is hidden, so it's time to shut up next.

Manipulating the magician to pull him up, Luo Yiran didn't operate, the magician tilted his head and asked in a curious tone: "If you still want to come up, why did you jump down before?"

Noticing that the man tilted his head, Luo Yiran immediately realized that he was slack. He controlled the magician again, then took out the tape and stepped on the man in the sportswear, very calmly: "Of course I am worried that he will attack me, after all I'm just a fragile little puppet."

magician:"……"

The fragile little puppet sealed the man's mouth with tape, then took out a knife and walked to the man's hand. The puppet rested the knife on his finger, and asked gently with a smile on his face, "How many shots were fired just now?"

The man whose mouth was gagged: "..."

Luo Yiran lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his semicircular and beautiful red eyes, and he lowered the corners of his mouth: "Since you don't say anything, I'll cut off your remaining nine fingers."

Man: "..." You fucking untied the tape!