Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

Can't you just die? !

What do you mean by always dying? !

It was originally a simple and ordinary dungeon, and you have to brush it into a hell-level dungeon!What are you going to do!

"It doesn't matter, the other party has already come, and it's useless to tangle about this."

Bai Fan didn't look like he was in crisis at all, instead he thoughtfully threw the knives in his hand at the air in front of him!

Bah!Bah!Bah!

The thrown knife was twisted by the strange gravity, and then the whole area changed.

Countless waving pale arms squeezed out of the teaching area in the darkness on both sides, and they were about to grab Bai Fan in the next moment.

In response, Bai Fan just aimed at the death energy in his hand, and then——

Raise the knife.

quack quack quack quack-

"Do you like red or blue?"

The blue-blue cheeks grinned wide open to both sides, and the blue-black nails blocked Bai Fan's knife.

His black hair was covered up like ink, his eyes were scarlet, the corners of his narrow mouth were cut by scissors, he was wearing a long red dress, and he was about [-] meters tall—

"What the hell? Is this the combination of the legendary 'Crack Girl', 'Bachi Girl', and 'Miss Hanako'?!"

The mouth is cut open by scissors, which is the characteristic of Japanese geeky women with a gap.

Wearing a red dress and asking people what color they like is a characteristic of Miss Hanako, a Japanese eccentric story.

Standing [-] meters in height, it is the characteristic of the Japanese eccentric eight-footed woman.

As a result, all three of these items were brought together in one ghost.

Bai Fan stretched out his foot, kicked it fiercely, and then ran forward.

"he he he he he--"

There was a creepy laughter behind him, Bai Fan turned his head to look, and found that the other party was standing in the same place and did not move.

Since there is no action, it must be-

Bai Fan narrowed his eyes, feeling the chill emerging from the top of his head again, and crouched down with his hands on the ground.

Click!

Shards of planks were scattered.

Sharp fingernails pierced through the planks with ease.

"it is as expected."

Bai Fan looked at the resentful spirit in red with half of his body merging into the ceiling, and knew it in his heart.

He moved his footsteps and rushed directly to the long corridor blocked by countless arms at the other end.

Flicking his fingers, the silver blade quickly and briefly cleared a path.

Jump forward!

Once again dodged the red-clothed Wraith that reached out and grabbed from the ground.

The opponent's sharp fingernails can directly cut Bai Fan's fragile body. If he is caught on the calf, the calf will definitely be easily cut off.

Although Bai Fan is reckless, he has not yet reached this level of recklessness.

According to the meat piece, this is the consequence of Bai Fan's removal of the spell. He is now equivalent to facing a ghost with a space teleport bonus and certain magic and physical resistance.

There is one exception!

A tumbling, ignoring a bloody arm hanging from a bare wooden thorn, Bai Fan rushed to the upper floor.

Rooftop! ! ! !

The wind roared in his ears, constantly dodging the attack of the red-clothed Wraith, and Bai Fan's footsteps were not messy for a moment.

Bang! ! ! !

He kicked open the iron gate of the rooftop.

When you look at the past, all are empty concrete floors.

It's pouring rain! ! ! !

There is no corridor here, which is full of resentful spirits, and it is extremely empty.

"call..."

Death lingered on the edge of his palm, Bai Fan stopped the bleeding on his shoulder, turned his head, and looked at the red-clothed Wraith who had been standing on the rooftop for some time.

The sharp and slender nails and the exaggerated arm length can stretch out and hold Bai Fan in his arms.

"You're dead..."

Before the voice of Yin Cece came out, it was interrupted by Bai Fan's singing.

"Расцветали яблони и груши!"

"Don't..."

"Выходила на берег Катюша!"

"I..."

"На высокий берег, на крутой!"

"Can you not sing?"

A cold voice came out.

"Well, as you wish, my Maozi's war song, after singing it, has additional attribute bonuses, and there is no appreciation level."

Bai Fan shrugged.

"Hehehehe - you are the first human being who dares to talk to me like that."

"Did you know? The last human who came here, I tore off her face, and hung her beautiful human skin in the taxidermy to make a mark..."

"If you want to fight, fight, there are so many words!"

Bai Fan smiled coldly, raised his knife, swallowed the last baguette, and made a familiar gesture.

"Gou Li - I'm sorry, come! Face me!"

(2333333, Chapter 2! Girl shake is really strong, grind and grind, so I just wrote Chapter 2 directly, and I wrote it for an hour or two. Does this count? Does it count?! Absolutely count! One or two hours... enter the state of whispering BB.)

Chapter 38 There is no hope, wait for death, leave

Click! ! ! !

pat.

He casually threw the broken knife aside, Bai Fan's heart was not disturbed.

Then he stepped back with force, and the whole retreated a few meters. I don't know when, the red-clothed Wraith was already standing behind him, piercing the thick cement block.

Not as fast as the other party.

Lifting the knife, even if death lingered over the entire blade, it would be cut in two by the opponent's sharp fingernails.

The weapon is not as hard and sharp as the opponent.

Not to mention other hard requirements such as physical strength.

It's all about being able to hold on

"Host, it's not good to go on like this!" The system's voice came.

"It seems that the battle song of the fighting nation is not very effective, and the rain has stopped."

Bai Fan muttered to himself.

"What's the use of that thing!!! Host, why do you believe in metaphysics now! Don't you know that Xuan does not change his life?"

"Oh, the system!"

Bai Fan lightly flashed past the attack of the resentful spirit.

Even in such a crisis, Bai Fan did not panic, and his pupils flashed a contemplative light from time to time.

Having experienced at least dozens of copies of horror games, Bai Fan has long been familiar with the strange and elusive attack modes of these supernatural beings.

Even if it seems that the various dodging movements seem to be very thrilling now, they are basically all within Bai Fan's expectations.

But all of this is based on the premise that Bai Fan has sufficient physical strength.

Ghosts are not tired, but human beings are not like that.

"Forget it, solve it early and go home. Going home too late may be suspected by the black cat."

Bai Fan sighed deeply and put the knife in his hand.

Stand in place with a relaxed movement.

The senses are instantly elevated to the top!

left?Or right?

Glancing around, then--

The red-clothed resentful spirit appeared in front of Bai Fan from virtual to real.

Just a moment.

The sharpness penetrated Bai Fan's stomach like a skewer.

Scarlet blood spurted out.

The peculiar smell of blood pulled up the corners of the red-clothed Wraith's mouth, which were open to both sides, revealing a hideous smile.

"The amount of bleeding is a bit heavy, so I won't talk nonsense, and I will send you to become a Buddha!"