Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

NO.9: The boss finally died of a salted fish stabbing.

(Looking at the Chinese test paper for a while, coding for a while, it is really difficult("▔▔▔)

Damn it, the mobile phone owes my internet, and I wait until I get home from school to upload on WiFi)

Sa!

Slow and gentle at first, swift as the wind in the end!However, no matter how windy it was, it couldn't hide in the wind. The moment the wind was blowing, Nidhogg raised his hand and grabbed the stabbed bone wrist.

"Are you all alive?" His gaze was still fixed on the picture of the beauty. At the position where the palm and the wrist were in contact, black and gray forces violently collided and fought, and Ned Hogg's hand was still very stable.

"Quack quack."

The skeleton's teeth opened and closed, as if to say something.

"I can't understand your foreign language unless you type out the code." Then he turned around, and Nid Hogg looked at the skull painted in red.

The skull continued to open and close for a second, and suddenly opened its mouth to bite.

But it hadn't touched Nidhogg yet, starting from the wrist, it had already started to turn into ashes.

The ashes were scattered on the ground, and the wind blowing from nowhere, the ashes flew into its original portrait, and the colorful skeleton reappeared in the painting.

"The painter doesn't understand death," he judged, staring at the portrait of the skeleton, and then looked towards the wide hallway in the hall.

"And... more paintings?"

Looking at the paintings with different styles and even different civilizations on both sides, Nid Hogg sighed.

"Which retarded king will hold a painting exhibition in the palace..."

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Monsters, this is an existence that all monks are familiar with. As a monk who practices the method of longevity and the ultimate goal is to become a fairy, they will always encounter this kind of "abnormal" existence like them in their long efforts .

"Abnormality is a monster." Abnormalities like "monsters" actually have a longer history than human beings. According to human ghost stories, there are quite a lot of monsters born of negative emotions, but monsters born of the blessings of heaven and earth, such as plants, animals, etc. It is more famous. Many of the latter are seniors with old qualifications. As the times advance, there will be fewer and fewer.

Isn't there a saying that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a master or something. (serious)

The beautiful natural scenery contains dark and murderous intent.

He didn't turn into a human form, nor did he turn into a ferocious true form, but as long as he has a little real talent, he can find that there is a faint evil spirit everywhere in this beautiful scenery.

Perfectly lurking in the environment, let you know that there are monsters, but you don't know where the monsters are.

So what about you?

"Hmph, do you think this method can trap me?!" A man in purple and gold sneered, and drew out a few spells, and the scorching flames spread out from under his feet.

He wanted to use the fire to force out those monsters, but he obviously didn't consider the people around him.

Anger flashed across the faces of the few people who were close to him, but they still retreated first.

"Amitabha."

Some people in the crowd proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then the golden rain fell, extinguishing the flames.

All of a sudden everyone looked away.Look at that Buddhist man.

Simple clothes, ordinary appearance, if not for the smooth top of his head, he would not even be able to connect him with Buddhism.

"Monk, what do you mean?"

The one who exited was not the man who started the fire, but another burly man.

Although the guy in the purple and gold clothes was not only arrogant but also ill-considered, setting fire to force demons was a good way. They all acquiesced, so no one stopped him, and this monk was the first one.

"God has the virtue of loving life, why did the benefactor do such a thing?" The young monk persuaded with his hands clasped together.

"Who are you? How dare you stop me?" The man who performed the technique squinted at the perpetrator.

"The poor monk is universal, but he takes pity on these flowers and plants."

"Why, monks also love red flowers?"

Someone in the crowd sneered, followed by a burst of laughter.

But the monk still looked at the performer calmly, not being influenced by foreign objects.

"So monk, do you have a better way?"

It was just a casual ridicule, but unexpectedly the monk really said:

"Have."

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"Still water…"

Stepping out of the room where paintings were hung almost everywhere, Ned Hogg walked to the rockery and looked at the water in the pond below, whispering to himself.

He didn't walk through the road full of paintings, and went back and exited the same way.Reality is not a game, there is no rule which way he must go, so there is no need for him to ask for trouble, the palace is huge and there are many places worth exploring.

But there seemed to be nothing to explore in the artificial mountains and stagnant waters of the landscape garden. Thinking about it, Nid Hogg thought of something, and turned around to walk to the old wooden door at the base of the wall.

The wooden door is full of mottled nicks and full of abusive words, which are incompatible with this building. Nid Hogg didn't pay attention at first, but now that he thinks about it, it's time to take a look.

Looking at the old copper lock on the wooden door, Nid Hogg stretched out his hand to hold it, exerted a little force, and tore it off.