As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

Fallen Sword Crisis!

At this moment, I can see the trajectory of the sword of Damocles falling slowly from a high place - catch it!

I quickly summed up with Brother Hong, the king's qualifications are now with me, so I must support them, lest everyone die together!

However, unlike the midway change, when taking over the Sword of Damocles, only the qualifications of the king are absolutely not enough, and qualifications and strength must be kept hand in hand.

I grabbed Bishuiliu directly in front of me.

Hurry up, don't move your heart, but first pass the strength of the room chief to me, pass it on!

With one order, although there is no leader like Brother Hong, there have always been small leaders and small captains in the red blood cell army, and their action speed is very fast!

Wang Jian was at a high altitude, and the speed of his fall was not a "swoosh", but a few "swoosh--". During the idle time, the power of King Qing was stimulated in my body, and I raised my hand. , the blue light bursting from the palm of his hand shrouded his head, the falling sword of Damocles collided with the light in his hand, and a beam of white light emitted from the contact place, which was quite dazzling.

Even my eyes were stabbed so painfully, let alone other people, everyone closed their eyes subconsciously.

In the strong light, the energy formed ripples, which felt like a ribbon being rolled up—I realized that I had seen this special effect before. In the original work, when Xiaobai drew his sword for the first time, the process and This is very similar.The band of light rotates up first and then down.

The sword of Damocles still fell, but instead of falling to the ground, it landed in my palm.Like a small model of the sword of Damocles, the power of a complete king is contained under the very delicate appearance.

Is it because the stone slab has shrunk, so the Wang Jian directly connected to me has also shrunk?

If the sword of Damocles is so big, how can there be so many disasters of falling swords?

I feel refreshed for a while.

"I'm going to withdraw my sword." The room chief's voice sounded behind him.

I nodded, don't worry about me, I don't feel any pain.

"Please."

Following my words, the room chief drew his sword very neatly.Master, the knife edge on my chest is the shape of the knife itself, which is on the same horizontal line as it goes in and out.

Brother Hong, how is the condition of the slate now?

——"After the sword went out, it condensed again, and the power of King Qing entered the body and stimulated it."

Then hurry up and move on to the next one.

I turned around and faced Brother Zun.

Stop doing backstabs, real men just want to be tough from the front!

Brother Houzi drew the knife backhand and handed the handle to Brother Zun, "Do you need it?"

Because Brother Zun didn't have a weapon.

Brother Zun stared at the handle of the knife for two seconds, then shook his head, "No, just use my method."

A flame ignited in the palm of his hand, and he clenched his fist—the flame ignited along the veins on the back of his hand.It felt like a miracle would be done with great force. I stood firm and looked at Brother Zun expectantly.

Brother Zun is stronger, and the Red King is also more violent, so he should be more aggressive against the stone slabs!

My prediction was right, Brother Hong let out an admiration in my body, the stone slab could have died with the power of the king, I clearly felt a strong surge in my body, the slate seemed to be shattered in my body Similarly, I don't need to ask Brother Hong again, this experience is too obvious.

The crimson light was very intense, and the sword of Damocles fell down side by side with the mini sword of the Green King, floating beside me.

Xiaobai has Brother Gou's sword, and Uncle Hui has his own dagger. Both of them have relatively gentle powers. The shattered slate is in my body, wrapped and crushed by their soft power.

As the slate became more and more fragmented, to the point where the red blood cells could grab the fragments with one hand, I obviously felt a slight pulling sensation. I was with the slate, so the slate was shattering, and I was also shattering. .

When the qualification of the Four Kings is on my body, my skin has become transparent, and even with the most ordinary naked eyes, I can see the meridians under my skin, but don't look scary.

It's pretty good-looking, and reminds me of Pai Daxing's Deidara whose art is. The feeling of becoming more and more transparent before his last explosion is very similar to mine now.

Lieutenant Shuai is more convenient here. His body died, and his consciousness is already a "qualification". The consciousness of the dead returns here. He doesn't need to "kill" me, he only needs to agree to the transfer of qualifications.

Finally, we arrived at Bishuiliu.

"Come on, Liu—" My death will take away the beating heart in your chest, which is equivalent to dying together, "Now is the time to fulfill your ideal."

Bi Shui Liu's eyes became firm, and he nodded emphatically at me.

Do you want to use your hands?

Can you find a weapon?

How is Monkey Brother?

Just when I was about to ask Brother Monkey for a knife, there was a sudden sharp sound of piercing the air from the side, and Bi Shuiliu raised his hand to grab it without even turning his head.

a long knife.

I turned around and saw Sister Zi from a long distance away. He was in a throwing posture.

When did you rush over?

"I have already seen that world that will not be engulfed by the high-hanging sword of Damocles." Sister Zi's long sword, which is almost as tall as a person, is being teased (played) and played (handsome) in Bi Shuiliu's hands. After several laps, Bishui pulled me past me and gave me a hug.

This is parting, after all Bishui Liu also has to face his own death.

I raised my hand and patted him on the head, which was a heck—seeking benevolence and deserving benevolence, life and death are trivial matters.

The long sword entered the body, and Miss Zi's sword passed through the chests of me and Bishuiliu at the same time. I saw blood flowing from the corner of Bishuiliu's mouth, but the chest was very clean.

The wounds that were almost adjacent were connected together by Sister Zi's long sword, and the heart was separated. Along the wound, line up, especially the red blood cells, each with a small package, hugging and rushing.

Directly and quickly put the last part of the power into it.

It's really cruel than the water flow, don't let the heart leave and die, but die by your own choice - but, from my objective perspective, I actually "take away his living heart".

This has become a reality, and the power of the colorless king in my body also bears the consequences of "killing the king". The green king's sword of Damocles and the colorless sword of Damocles fell at the same time.

Seven kings, complete!

The stone slabs that were continuously crushed have completely integrated into my body like cells, and the completely transparent body finally began to collapse at this moment.

The feeling of finality.

It's like breaking glass, and it's still shockproof glass. Once it breaks, it feels like a piece of connection, and the cracks are quite uniform.

As soon as I made a fist, the seven mini king swords pierced my body from the suspended surroundings, directly becoming the last straw that overwhelmed the camel—or, in other words, the last general attack that made me disappear.

My broken body was finally overwhelmed, and at the same time I felt my mental strength being pulled, a bit like being scalped, lifting my skull?

A little bit of light was sucked into my body in the distance, and then I disappeared in this world like weathered.

Goodbye, Brother Hong.

——"See you again, Nima, I will still be in your body."

It sounds quite satisfactory, but I always feel that I seem to forget something.

What did you forget...

It should be very satisfactory.Although I came back physically and without clothes again, this time I was at a friend's house, not a public place.

Totally true.

It's just that this time the retravel is also spinning, and the smell of motion sickness came immediately.I felt sick to my stomach and retched almost uncontrollably.

Something fell out of the throat.

I took a closer look... the microphone?

I reacted, sat up from the pile of clothes, and touched my belly.So I swallowed a microphone?To be precise, it is the pain microphone, with the obvious comic painting on it.

No wonder the belly is the loudest, the mic is in the stomach, it's my—

I stood up and shook, let those who buried me be shaken off, the crisp sound of "jingling", something fell from my naked body to the ground.

Where did it fall from?

I lowered my head, Xiao Wang Jian fell on the tiles and made a sound.I felt a "thud" in my heart, don't break it for me!

I quickly picked it up, these are all big treasures, I tried my best to get them back.

At this time, Jiyou walked in, talking while flipping through the cosmetic bag in his hand, "What are you doing here? My concealer here seems to be a bit expired, let's make do with it, it should still be able to—" He looked up, looked to me.

I have no clothes on.

If you don't wear it, you don't wear it!

I directly grabbed a cloak or something from a pile of clothes, and tied it around my waist first, "Cough--I'm not looking for a cosplay suit?"

At the beginning, I thought I would come back to play tricks on my friend, but now I feel that I am so stupid, and he has a higher chance of guessing.After all, it's not the first time I've come back naked.

He squinted his eyes and looked at me, "The action is very fast, is this all resolved?"

"Hey hey hey." I smirked a bit, my heart was so excited.

"But no, it's kind of done," he asked.

"What was done."

"Your task is a little bit over, right?"

"What can't pass, let me tell you, I just exceeded the task, and I am very good!" I just straight up confidently.

He looked at the mobile phone directly to the old man in the subway, and nodded in confusion, "I can see that you are oversubscribed." Jiyou said, reaching into the makeup bag, groping inside, and then handing me an eyeshadow palette.

What do you want me to do with an eyeshadow palette?

I looked at him suspiciously.

"This eyeshadow palette is relatively large, and the mirror on it is also large. You can open it and have a look."

what to look at.

I dubiously opened the eyeshadow palette, facing this rectangular mirror, I saw myself.

I saw myself—the shiny head.

……

!!!

Fuck, now that I think about it, I forgot something, I forgot to add hair to myself!

There are too many messy things in the back and too dense, which caused me to completely forget the minutiae, and I didn't even think of adding a hair setting for myself.

I shouted directly at famous paintings, from one extreme to another!

Help!

Big tasks done, small tasks — done, but not quite done.

Jiyou looked at my heartbroken look, and patted my shoulder, "It's okay, you are a handsome guy, and a handsome guy can stand the test of a bald head, next time you consider making a Tang monk—" Jiyou pressed the corner of his mouth a few times, In the end, he still didn't hold back, and smiled presumptuously while covering his face.

"Do not laugh!"

"Pfft—I think of happy things."

"Stop teasing me, don't laugh!"

"Look at it, at least it's easy to wear a wig, and I can go to school, puff ha ha ha ha ha."

wig, wig—

Who knows if this hair has a chance to grow back!

Alright, I don't have to worry about baldness anymore.

I'm free.

Bald coser scheduled.

I have to find a chance to shave my friend's head too!

A handsome guy needs a bald head test, you are also a handsome guy, so you can test it for me too!