Go live!I don't choose simulation

Chapter 7 Don't ask, ask is you lowly

Huhu~
The evil wind blew again, this time the wind was extraordinarily strong, the thick black smoke billowing across the entire basin faded a lot, and the dark clouds in the sky also moved, unable to cover the incomplete bright moon.

The light moonlight poured down, and the dark red magma shone bewitchingly.

Lost in black smoke.

The succubus banshee completely revealed her figure, her cyan loose coat was like a skirt, and her fair and delicate skin was shining, half-covered and half-covered, which was extremely charming, and her white hair, which was almost mopping the floor, danced in the wind, adding a touch of coquettishness.

The blood-colored clothes of the deceased floated behind her, exuding a bloody light, and connected with each other to form a huge blood cloth.

There is a Buddha with his hands folded and his head bowed down, as if he is sympathizing with the sufferings of all living beings. The dense scriptures seem to explain the truth of getting rid of the sea of ​​suffering and reaching the other shore beyond the physical body.

There was a layer of thin gray smoke on the face of the succubus, and her cheeks and specific face with her eyes closed could be vaguely seen.

It seems that it has been burned in the furnace for too long, and the original birth path has been changed.

Her cheeks were shriveled, not as white and smooth as elsewhere.

Even if the outline is good, it is useless. The two bloodstains remaining in the dark symbolize that she is not human and the pain she endured when she was human.

No.

Jiang Fan, who had watched the Corpse Banshee intently twice, found that the other's left earlobe had changed from withered to full and white.

Killing would restore her.

When the succubi's cheeks completely return to normal, her will will wake up, and then she will come to kill herself!
This thought lingered in his mind for a long time, and Jiang Fan was firm in his heart. If he could survive, he must hide, to a place where the banshee could not find her and dared not go.

As for killing each other?
He just wants to say that he hasn't lived enough yet.

"The smoke on the face should be the reward ghost smoke after the simulation is over, and the cloth with the Buddha pattern and scriptures behind it should be the six-foot-high golden body!"

With such thoughts in mind, Jiang Fan took advantage of the corpse charmer's killing, completely ignoring the other's opened eyes, even if the cold breath made his soul tremble.

He also stretched out his hand without hesitation, and pressed it on the cheek of the succubus, cold ashes spread from his arm.

Jiang Fan's soul and thoughts were frozen, and when he was only a thin line away from death, a blue light curtain emerged to reverse the situation.

[After judging the behavior of the host, it is in line with the behavior of obtaining rewards. 】

[Activate the reward acquisition protection mechanism, contact with ghosts within 3 minutes, and will not be affected by death erosion. 】

【caution. 】

[There is only one chance to get the reward. When the protection time is over, no matter what the harvest is, it is recommended that the host stay away immediately. 】

The ashes flowed back from the arm and returned to the body of the corpse succubus, and the gray mist on the opponent's face entered Jiang Fan's body.

Immediately.

Jiang Fan felt that the urge to cough, which had been suppressed to the extreme, disappeared after the gray fog disappeared.

[ghost smoke +1]

[It has been stored in the reward space, please check the specific details yourself. 】

The writing on the azure light curtain flashed away, and Jiang Fan didn't have time to take a closer look. His body bumped into the corpse charmer, pushing her from the magma to the soil where the dead bones were buried.

boom!
Thick black smoke spread.

Jiang Fan was directly thrown into the distance, and his back hurt.

"Cough cough~"

Coughing and crawling up from the ground, he saw the succubus banshee staring at her pale eyes, exuding a cold and biting killing intent, even though the opponent's will was still sleeping.

However, Jiang Fan snatched the food, which could be called an offensive and insulting action, which made the Corpse Banshee instinctively angry.

boom!
The digger who was standing just now had turned into a charred corpse and fell to the ground, and the suspended bloody clothes flew behind the corpse charmer.

But it didn't fuse with the blood cloth.

tata~
Stepping on the soil with bare feet, the strange footsteps echoed over the basin shrouded in black smoke.

"Is this dress yours?" The succubus banshee came to Jiang Fan, her voice was very sharp instead of indifferent before, showing the extent of her anger.

Wiping off the blood at the corner of his mouth and resisting the tingling pain on his eardrums, Jiang Fan shook his head and denied, "How is that possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body immediately suspended, and blood droplets squeezed out from every pore.

Form blood-colored clothes.

"Hehe...I actually pinned my hopes on a humble little beggar." The short Mozong monk hiding behind the big water tank witnessed what happened just now.

After Jiang Fan rushed out, he experienced ridicule, expectation, nervousness, fear, disbelief, admiration, and expectation.

And now self-deprecating.

"However, a mere mortal dares to attack the real terror, slaps in the face and molested him. The latter should be No. 1 in history."

"If I can survive, I can brag about this matter for the rest of my life."

Just as the little Mozong monk was thinking this way and was about to try his best to escape again, when he was about to look back and let his sore eyes rest for a while, what happened next made his eyes widen.

"How is it possible!"

The short Mozong monk stood up, staring at Jiang Fan, whose blood flowed backwards and fell from mid-air to the ground coughing violently.

"Could it be that the law of survival is to slap a ghost on the face when a ghost kills someone?" This thought made him feel crazy, but seeing Jiang Fan survived the attack, he had to believe it.

After seeing the attack of the corpse charmer, he turned a blind eye to Jiang Fan's death, and now turned around and walked towards him.The short Mozong monk took a deep breath, and there was no more fear in his heart.

"Haha... little beggar, you are more useful than I imagined. I am really grateful to you, just to express my gratitude." He laughed happily to express his gratitude to Jiang Fan, and at the same time kept rubbing his fists, staring at the demon girl's corpse Que Que wanted to try, "After escaping the attack, I will personally transform you into a corpse puppet, making you my second body and get rid of your lowly status."

"There is a ghost smell left, and if I destroy my current body, it will be difficult for the sect to find me."

The words fall.

Jiang Fan, who was clutching his chest, looked up and saw that the short Demon Sect cultivator preemptively rushed towards the Corpse Charming Banshee confidently.

He punches.

With five fingers spread out, he slapped the succubus banshee's face.

"what!!!"

Then he screamed again and again, before the palm of his hand got close to the face of the succubus, he was pinched by a cold white jade-like palm, and cold ashes began to spread from his arm.

As a monk, his will was not directly frozen, and the blood-colored aura was rolling, although it was like a mantis arm blocking a car, it could still keep him alive for a few seconds.

"why!"

"Why are you fine!"

He was about to fall into the frenzied roar of the short monk of the Mozong. He looked at Jiang Fan who was slowly walking towards him, his tone gradually weakened, and finally there was no trace of anger or disdain.

He begged bitterly: "Help me, it was all my fault before, please save me. As long as you are willing to save me, I can give you the practice formula, and I can let you vent your anger!"

"You can even sign a master-servant contract!"

"Roar!"

It seemed that the short Demon Sect cultivator was too noisy, and the just-born Corpse Succubus was too weak, and felt too slow just by the erosion of her breath, an angry roar came from her mouth.

"Is this dress yours?"

A hoarse and indifferent voice sounded, and the strange and indescribable law took effect, allowing the short Mozong monk to shake his head crazily.

His whole body was suspended, and his clothes were soaked in blood.

"Uh...ahhhh!!!"

The fear of death, the pain of bleeding blood and burning flames made him scream and stretch out his hand frantically to Jiang Fan.

"help me!"

However, the short Mozong monk only saw Jiang Fan smiling and shaking his head. He roared in despair, and his angry and unwilling questioning sounded throughout the basin.

"why!"

"Why didn't you die!"

"Hush." ​​Jiang Fan stretched out his index finger and put it on his mouth, then took a step back, and said to the short Mozong monk with a chuckle, "Don't ask, you are too humble to ask."

"I don't need you to give me another exercise. Do you see the bloody cloth behind the female corpse?" He walked behind the corpse enchantress, "This exercise is said to be the highest grade in the sky. I don't know how, but it should work." Let me become a monk?"

"Heaven-level top-rank, you are expected to become a fairy, you lowly little beggar, why did you survive from the hands of ghosts?"

"Can you still get such an opportunity?"

With deep unwillingness, the mouth of the short Mozong monk turned into charcoal, leaving only a pair of eyes staring at Jiang Fan.

It's a pity that the eyes can't stay for long, at most two seconds will be completely charred, and the appearance is not much different from that of a corpse.

Jumping up, with the help of being a dead person in the eyes of the corpse charmer, Jiang Fan took advantage of the fact that the short Mozong monk was still alive.

Pull off the blood cloth directly.

"Roar!"

The angry succubus screamed, and the billowing black smoke spread and churned. Although Jiang Fan was blown away, she felt like a stone in her perception, and she couldn't find the damn thief at all.

boom!
In the end, the anger was vented on the short monk of the Demon Sect, causing him to die completely one second earlier. The Corpse Banshee turned her head and did not find anyone alive. Black smoke flowed back into her body, covering her charming and fair body.

Wearing two shabby blood clothes, the succubus banshee turned and left the mass burial plain, and disappeared into the night under Jiang Fan's gaze.

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