Horror Recovery: Drunk SS-level Ghost Bride at the beginning

Not to mention that they are already weaker, otherwise they would not easily mutate.

Moreover, the maggots have very little sanity left, and they don't know how to use tactics at all.

Divided and destroyed by the players.

At this moment, Su Bei was still standing on the podium.

Wearing earphones with eyes closed, he flicked the pointer.

The Pale Angel's teachings were recounted with gusto.

It seemed that they didn't notice at all that the maggots in the audience had been eliminated by the players.

"Maggots have the most angels, but they are also the weakest dependents."

"Blind and ignorant, disgusting and weak. Some people think that the angel should be called the god of maggots."

"This is terribly wrong!"

"Actually, the pale angel is not just the maggot man's family."

The players couldn't help being attracted by the content of Su Bei's speech, but Arthur and Torrey, several powerful players, couldn't help but change their expressions.

Su Bei on the stage spoke with bright eyes.

It's like a teacher who is spitting when he talks about the highlights of the text.

The players, on the other hand, seem to be racking their brains and still can't stop their spirits from diverging.

A scumbag who can't keep up with the teacher's rhythm and is hit by a bully to doubt his life.

"Above the maggots, there is the Pale Bishop, who is the seed that shepherds the dependents on behalf of the gods, and thus obtains the gift of divine wisdom."

"Besides the maggots, there are creatures who really look directly at and worship the angels, and then receive the angel's blessing."

"Acquired the form of an angel, but still retains sanity, living under the pale angel."

The players were puzzled.

This classroom seems to have some kind of strange power, and the mentality of the players is subtly affected.

Asankali couldn't help stretching out his hand and asked: "Then teacher, what is the name of the family with the body of an angel?"

"What does this kind of dependent look like?"

After asking this sentence, Cary realized what he had done.

He actually regarded himself as a student and asked questions to the teacher.

Suddenly his face turned pale.

The faces of other players also became ugly.

Just now, unknowingly, they regarded themselves as real students.

The dreams of Subei are subtly influencing and shaping their psychology.

Kari's question seemed to trigger some kind of mechanism.

Su Bei on the stage opened his eyes suddenly, the eye sockets were cracked, and black air came out from the gaps.

The eyes are empty, like a bottomless black hole.

There seems to be sparks erupting in the depths, about to spew fiery red magma.

The corners of Su Bei's mouth cracked and he laughed all the way to his ears.

The terrifying appearance made people feel horrified.

"Under the angels, there are naturally false angels."

"What does a false angel look like? Of course it's me, Su Bei!"

After finishing speaking, the clothes on Su Bei's back were torn, and his wings flapped.

.........

A slender and huge wing that could wrap around Su Bei's body burst out.

Compared with the reality, the small chicken wings that Su Bei could only grow with the help of Demon God Wine were much bigger.

The feathers are gorgeous and the whole body is pitch black.

The boundless oppressive force makes people's eyes tremble.

With the wings spread, Su Bei moved more than a little faster.

The afterimage flashed, and everyone's eyes couldn't even catch Su Bei's movements.

The pupils of the player who transplanted the ghost hand shrank into a needle thread.

Looking down in disbelief, the corners of his mouth twisted.

"My... waist!"

Su Bei wiped the blood on the player's clothes with his pocket hand, and said sincerely: "I didn't pick it right the first time, so I subconsciously rushed to the pocket."

"Never next time!"

A tear dripped from the corner of the player's eye, and he held Su Bei's hand: "I believe in you, and the other kidney will be healed for you too."

Su Bei shook his head, smiled brightly and said, "This is not good, you are too polite."

The corner of the player's mouth was grim: "What's the matter, don't you hurry up!"

The last sound almost roared at the other players.

Then, he hugged Su Bei with both hands.

The rest of the players stopped hesitating and launched attacks one after another.

One of the players opened his mouth, and the gray poisonous gas enveloped Subei.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Everyone is confident, eating so many attacks.

Even if Su Bei didn't die, he would be half disabled.

The player lay on the ground laughing wildly.

"Unexpectedly, I not only transplanted ghost hands, but also transplanted two ghost waists."

"I have four waists, and my vitality is strong!"

The smoke and dust dissipated abruptly, and a long-winged figure emerged.

Su Bei's pitch-black wings protected his body.

Although the wings are a bit tattered, the damage done by the players did not harm the body under the wings.

The wings flapped lightly, and the gray poisonous mist was blown away.

The player who released the poisonous mist was blinded by the poisonous mist, covering his eyes and howling.

With a flash, Su Bei jumped in front of the player lying on the ground again.

Jie Jie smiled.

"You said you had four kidneys?"

"I'm joking, brother, can you not pay for it?"

"Hey, what do you think?" Son.

Chapter 180 The dream is over, foreign players are destroyed

Although the black-winged pseudo-angel is strong, he is no match for four hands.

After a few players were replaced by Su Bei at an extreme speed.

The other players learned well.

Each occupied a position in the classroom, blocking the movement range of North Jiangsu.

He didn't hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries, and slowly grind Su Bei to death.

Not long after, Su Bei's wings were broken and his body was injured.

There are wounds that are green and quickly suppurate.

Some wounds turned white, and the surrounding muscles lost their elasticity, turning into a piece of dead body.

The scariest ones are Torrey and Arthur.

Touched by Torre's injury, Su Bei's muscles seemed to be enlightened.

Gain life and jump from the body screaming.

The scene is horrifying.

And Arthur's damage is also weird, the will-o'-the-wisp will burn and spread wildly when it falls on the living beings.

Not only were several holes burnt out of Su Bei's body, but other players were also sprayed by will-o'-the-wisps.

They all avoided Arthur.

Su Bei smiled wryly and lay down on the ground.

The spirit insects in the body are extinct, and the self-healing ability is negligible.

In addition, he suffered multiple fatal injuries, and the result was certain to die.

The players stayed away from Subei vigilantly to prevent Subei's dying counterattack.

There was a hyena-like look in his eyes, like a scavenger waiting for its prey to die before coming forward to enjoy a gluttonous feast.

"The one killed in the Niulang's shop was too weak, it was a Xibei product."

"Now that the strength is so strong, it is true!"

"It took so much effort to finally kill Su Bei."

"Hey, so many competitors have died, and the ranking will rise again."

Before Su Bei could burp, the players frantically planted flags.

Only Pu Dashan, his face dripping with sweat.

With trembling lips, he said to himself: "These are all fake, Su Bei is not human!"

"His dream will not be so simple, there is great horror in it."

Lying down on the ground, the breath is like a silk, but the pseudo-angel Su Bei can still let out a hehe laugh.

What he said shocked the players.

"Congratulations, you have defeated two elites from North Jiangsu."

"As long as you defeat two more elites, Su Bei, you will be able to meet the boss Su Bei." After speaking, Su Bei's head rotted and he died completely.

Same as the first time, the dream didn't shatter and disappear.

The smiling faces of the people who were originally laughing gradually froze.

There was a haze on his face.

One is so hard to kill, and there are two more?

And in the end there is a boss, Su Bei.

Why don't you play games here?

"Could it be that he is deceiving us?"

A black player spoke whimsically.

In previous battles, his vampire blood was strong.

Hearing this, Park Dashan cast a pitiful look at the players around him.

When is it, are you still thinking about deceiving yourself?

He shook his head at the black man: "You can't lie in a dream, if you don't believe me, let me ask you a question."

"Ask, anyway, I don't trust people and I can't lie."