Playing as a psychopath at the beginning, teammate Kirin brother

Chapter 62 Trigger Random Task
Zhang Qilin also stopped.

There seems to be a sound under the sand in the ear.

Mo Fan walked quickly to Zhang Qilin's side and looked down at the surrounding sand.

Suddenly, a little old man emerged from the sand, with a bamboo hat on his head, looking at the two benevolently.

"Congratulations to the two contestants who triggered the random mission. I am the mission NPC little old man. Would you like to accept the mission?"

"No!" Mo Fan blurted out.

"Okay, now I will introduce the task to you two." The little old man said with a smile.

"???" Mo Fan.

"???" Zhang Qilin.

Seeing the two people in a daze, the little old man smiled even more happily, "I'm sorry, the little old man was too excited just now, because I haven't seen anyone for a long time, so of course I can't let you just run away like this, hehe."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, what is the mission?" Mo Fan asked depressedly.

The little old man put his hands behind his back, "Now I have two options in my hand, one is quicksand and the other is tornado, the two can be chosen randomly."

Mo Fan and Zhang Qilin looked at each other, feeling a headache.

"So no matter what we choose, it will trigger the same?" Mo Fan asked.

The little old man shook his head, "No, the two of you each triggered a natural scene of the desert, and now you can start choosing."

Mo Fan stuffed the cat into the backpack, took a deep breath and looked at the little brother, "Then wish us good luck, I will choose one at random."

"Okay, the left is yours." The little old man said immediately.

Mo Fan's eyes widened, "I haven't chosen yet!"

"Congratulations on choosing Quicksand." The little old man said, pointing at Mo Fan's toe.

"Ah!!" Half of Mo Fan's body fell directly into the quicksand, he hurriedly turned the backpack to the front, quickly opened it and took out the oxygen cylinder.

One bottle for yourself and one bottle for your cat.

"A tornado is coming!" the little old man shouted, and Zhang Qilin was swept up in mid-air by the wind.

Mo Fan was dumbfounded by this series of operations, but now he can't care about so much, he has to find a way to break free from this quicksand.

He found that as long as he didn't move, the quicksand would sink very slowly, so Mo Fan quickly took out the cat and threw it outside.

"Hurry up and find a place to hide, and I will come to you when I come out later." Mo Fan said to the cat.

The cat seemed to understand human words, and ran away with a meow.

And Mo Fan reached out to take out various tools in the bag, first took out a small shovel, just moved it, unexpectedly the fool suddenly sank again.

"No! I have to use external force to leave!" Mo Fan said as he took out a rope and made a round loop.

The only thing that can borrow external force in these four weeks is the little old man.

At this time, the little old man was looking up at Zhang Qilin flying in the tornado, looking like he was watching the excitement.

Mo Fan shook the rope a few times vigorously, aimed at the little old man's head and threw it hard!
Hey!
It was right, it hit the little old man's ass.

The little old man suddenly became angry, turned his head and stared at Mo Fan angrily, and pointed at him casually.

"Quicksand upgrade!"

Whoa!
This time, Mo Fan's upper body was buried directly, leaving only one head on the ground.

"No way, why are you so stingy? You have lived a long time, and you don't know how to restrain your temper." Mo Fan couldn't help complaining.

This NPC is also too random.

"How is it? Have you seen how powerful the little old man is? Don't think that you are great just because you have a backpack. You don't even know if you can survive today!" The little old man clapped his hands proudly.

"Hehe." Mo Fan blew his drooping bangs, "So you are jealous of me?"

"I'm jealous of you, do I need to be jealous of you?" The little old man blushed with anger and his neck was thick.

"You are just jealous that I have a teleportation backpack, so you deliberately made things difficult for me from the beginning to the end, but there is no way to tell me that I am handsome and lucky, and the most important thing is my ability, so I am used to being envied by others. " Mo Fan said and sighed softly.

"Mo Fan, you are really sick. When I was your age, I don't know how many times stronger than you!" The little old man put his hands on his hips angrily.

"Hahaha!" Mo Fan laughed proudly, "If you are really good, why would you be an NPC here?"

"You!" The little old man was too angry to speak.

Mo Fan coughed twice and said, "How about this, or else you can prove it, and you will come down to quicksand to see which of us gets out first. If I go out first, you will kneel on the ground and call me grandpa!"

"Then what if I go out first!"

"Then I can do whatever you want." Mo Fan curled his lips.

Anyway, it's boring now, so why not bring someone down to have fun together.

"Okay, that's what you said." The little old man pointed at his feet, "Quicksand!"

With a bang, the little old man's body was also buried, leaving only his head there.

The picture at this time is very funny, the little brother is flying in the sky, and the two heads on the ground are sticking out of the sand.

After it was buried, the little old man didn't dare to move any more. There seemed to be a large hourglass under his feet. If he moved a little, he might go down.

At this time, the little old man felt a little regretful, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Why was he provoked by Mo Fan's provocative method just now?

I am an NPC!
Mo Fan whistled triumphantly, and yawned again when he got bored.

He wasn't afraid, as long as he checked and waited until the little brother came down, he would be able to save himself, and then it would be up to the little old man to do it.

"Mo Fan, I think you'd better find a way to get out. Your teammate might be blown to death in less than 10 minutes if your teammates are rolled up in the tornado. The tornado is full of sand, and every breath he takes It's sand." The little old man reminded.

Mo Fan looked up at the yellow sand in the sky, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

No, my brother doesn't have an oxygen tank!

It seems that you still have to figure out a way to get out.

Slowly move his hands out from under the sand, but because of this, his body sank a little more. Now the sand has buried his chin, but fortunately his hands are exposed.

Now how to do?If you try to take out your backpack, it may sink again.

Looking at the little old man next to him from the corner of the eye, he looked confident, as if he was not afraid of quicksand at all.

"Stop pretending too." Mo Fan couldn't help but said.

After all, the sweat on his face betrayed his calmness.

quack quack!
A few crows flew over, stepped on the heads of the two, and began to peck their heads with their beaks.

"Fuck, what is this!" Mo Fan wanted to shake his head, but his body sank again, and he could only let the crows peck at him.

"This is an upgraded quicksand!" The little old man explained, now he has 1 regrets in his heart!

There are only a few hairs on the forehead!
If you peck again, you will be bald!

(End of this chapter)