Screaming Cycle

A thick and lazy man's voice came from the door, his tone was rather impatient.

"Who is bothering me to clean up?"

Fan Hemian heard the person claiming that he should have knocked on the right door, and his back was chilly, and he cheered up and replied:

"Manager Yan ordered to take Empress Ren to come and serve the king..."

Her voice sounds tight, but it fits her image of a little maid trembling in front of the big demon. The five-way king inside the door has no doubts, and just asks lazily: "Ms. Ren? Newcomer. ?"

Fan Hemian hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes."

The voice inside the door fell silent briefly.

Sister Fan’s family didn’t know if it was due to her nervousness. She only felt that her eyebrows were slightly tightened, the back of her head was cold, and the goose bumps all over her body stood up uncontrollably, as if an invisible sight was pinned to her face. After seeing her looks, she moved away uninterestedly.

At this time, Fan Hemian heard the five-pass **** in the room lazily issuing orders:

"The one in white, take off the hat and take two steps forward."

——Sure enough, it's not my illusion!

——He can'see' outside!

Fan Hemian's forehead was sweating.

She remembered the cultivating novels she had read before, such as "You can know things in the world under the cover of God's mind". She has always felt that this is just literary creation, but at this time, it seems that this five-powered **** does have a little view on the wall. It’s no wonder that hundreds of monsters can dominate the entire mansion.

Fan Hemian looked back at Ren Jianmo, and saw that the other party had raised his hand to take off the hat and veil. He walked forward two steps with a calm expression and stood in front of the door.

The sight like a thorn on his back penetrated the door again, focusing on Ren Jianmo's face.

This time the answer came quickly.

"Come in."

The man's voice fell, and the door had been opened to the outside with a "swish".

Fan Hemian felt a demon wind rubbing her sleeves and rolling over, and with only one wrong eye, he grabbed Ren Jianmo next to him and dragged him into the room forcibly.

The door closed with a "bump", leaving no gap for Fan Hemian, making it clear that she was keeping her guard outside and not getting in the way.

The cold sweat on Fan's sister's forehead ran down her temples.

Although she has never seen the true face of this "five-powered god", she has the insight that can penetrate through walls and the ability to easily roll away a person with the wind. She has really dealt with them before. The little demon is completely different.

Fan Hemian is really afraid that Ren Jianmo will not be able to smoothly make the five-power **** get drunk for a thousand years.

If that were the case, the trouble would be great.

Now that the identity of the "ghost" is on Ren Jianmo, there are less than ten minutes left, and she is now locked out again, and she can't even find a chance to take the "ghost" over for him.

If Ren Jianmo can't knock down the bottom boss in the remaining time, then the consequence is that he will be out of the game directly because of overtime. Others don't expect to be able to carry on the plan. They can only rely on fighting each other to capture the only one. Survival quota...

...

Just when Fan Hemian was standing outside the door, very anxious, Ren Jianmo finally saw the true face of the five-pass god.

According to the description by Yi Shigong in "Liao Zhai", the legendary five-pass **** is a handsome man.

As soon as he took office, he saw that if only the facial features are discussed, the five-powered gods are indeed pale and magnificent.

But obviously, the aesthetic standard of this "beautiful man" should be closer to the Sui and Tang dynasties.

Because this handsome white-faced man has a round face and wide shoulders and a bear back. The most terrible thing is that he has a very obvious, which looks like a beer belly in July and August.

At this time, the five-pass **** was sitting on the couch, wearing only a single garment embroidered with gold threads on his body, and his belt was not fastened. When he turned around, the placket slipped along his poop, exposing the obscene trousers of his lower body, and , He has one and only one leg.

Ren Jianmo suddenly understood.

The "Liao Zhai. Five Links Chapter" records that the five brothers of the Five Elements share the same name, all of them are particularly beautiful, and they have harmed the village everywhere. They were hacked to death by the son of heaven, Wan Sheng, and the fourth went to covet Wan Sheng. The future daughter-in-law who was born, naturally had no choice but to die, so the male protagonist cut off a leg with a sword, and finally turned into a strange bird in its original form, and then she managed to escape.

Come to think of it, this fat man with white face and big belly is the "half pass" whose leg was cut off in the legend.

"Come, beauty, come to me."

The white-faced fat man waved to Ren Jian silently, rolled up a gust of wind, dragged him forward, flew directly over half of the room, dragged him to the side of the bed, and reached out to pull the wrist of the white-clothed beauty.

Where did Ren Jianmo let this monster take advantage of him.

His figure flashed, his feet moved only one step outward, and he dexterously avoided the entanglement of the five-pass god.

Next to the bed is a low table.

There were melon and fruit snacks, teapots and cups on the few. Although they were rich, the owner didn't seem to be interested in them. He didn't even peel a grape to eat.

Under the scorching gaze of the five abilities, Shi Shiran came to the table, took out a small red clay-colored wine jar, and poured the thousand-year-old drunk he had changed into an empty glass.

"Manager Yan ordered me to bring good wine to honor the king."

He said, picked up the cup, turned around and smiled lightly at the five-pass god:

"I'll serve the king for a drink."

Wutongshen was broken to the bones by Meiren'er's sweet smile.

He repeatedly said okay, got up from the couch, jumped two steps with one foot, one hand wrapped Ren Jianmo's waist, and the other hand was about to cover his hand holding the wine glass, and moved up in the pose of the other party holding the wine. drink wine.

However, at this time he smelled a particularly recognizable scent of passion fruit floating out of the wine glass.

"this……"

The Wutong expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head to stare at the beauty who was a few centimeters taller than him.

The moment his sight was directly facing Ren Jianmo, he saw the color of the opponent's pupils, which were brown and black, and they all changed suddenly.

The pair of eye pupils became very shallow and light, almost golden in color, and there seemed to be some kind of inexplicable dim light flowing in them.

Time seems to be completely stagnant at this time.

The five-pass gods felt bad, but he felt a stagnant and inescapable pressure, pressing on him like a mountain, making him not only unable to move, unable to speak, but even the subtle movements of rolling his eyes. Can't do it.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the beauty in white in front of him talking.

The sentence is very simple, with only four words:

"Drink the wine."

These short four characters sounded like Huang Zhongda Lu, shaking him not only the tympanic membrane, but also trembling with his mind and soul.

Wutongshen can’t think at all, can only be like a string of puppets, controlled by an invisible force, he took the cup tremblingly, and slowly reached his lips, raised his head and stretched his neck, with a “gudong” sound. Swallowed.

The strong fragrance of passion fruit, accompanied by the spirit of alcohol that even the gods could not resist, slipped from the throat to the stomach and intestines.

The five-way **** woke up from the control of Ren Jianmo's abilities in a daze. Before he could turn his face, he was overwhelmed by turbulent drunkenness, and barely swayed from side to side twice, one foot softened, and his eyes rolled. "Boom" fell to the ground, snoring loudly, and fell asleep neatly.

Ren Jianmo lowered his head and stared at the fat monster lying on his back, his eyes gradually returning to their original colors.

Then, as if his spine was suddenly pulled by an invisible hand, he lost his strength and sat on the ground, barely supported by his arms, before fainting directly.

There seemed to be a steel needle piercing his brain in Ren Jianmo's cranial cavity. It was extremely painful, and his vision was blurred, and his eyes seemed to be boiling, making his eye sockets sore.

All the blood on his cheeks faded, his lips were gray and white, and his whole body was just like the one he had just fished out of the ice water. He was soaked in cold sweat, and he held his breath in his chest. He couldn't vomit it out, and he couldn't swallow. Go down.

Finally, Ren Jianmo felt sweet in his throat. He only had time to lift up his sleeves. Before he covered his mouth, he vomited a big mouthful of blood. It splashed his clothes and cuffs with dots of mottled blood. A closer look showed that he was scarlet. Also mixed with strands of golden red.

——It is still too reluctant to activate two abilities at the same time...

Ren Jianmo was dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and his mouth was full of strong fishy smell, which made him almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Now, he seems to have to run two latest versions of large-scale software on a low-end computer at the same time. Under severe overload operation, he has not been forced to crash, and he has been able to support it.

Ren Jian silently covered his suffocated chest and gasped for a while, until the flickering light and shadow in his vision gradually gathered, making him barely able to see what was in front of him.

He turned his head, and managed to focus the focus on the Wutongshen beside him.

Wutongshen was still drunk for a thousand years, sleeping very hard, and snoring.

Ren Jian breathed a sigh of relief in silence.

He slowed down for another minute, then stood up, took off the hair crown on the back of the head of the five-pass god, took out the hairpin, and found that it was an exquisite key inlaid with jasper brave.

——Okay, I found the key to the warehouse door.

Then, with a flick of the index finger of Ren Jianmo's left hand, a fifteen-centimeter-long dagger appeared in his palm...

...

Fan Hemian, who was waiting to go crazy, finally looked forward to the time when the door opened.

Just looking at Ren Jianmo's appearance, she immediately became excited and her eyes widened.

This was the first time Fan Hemian saw this master, who always seemed to be at ease, looked so embarrassed.

The other party's face was pale as paper, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the cuffs of his clothes were stained with blood, and he looked as if he had just experienced a fight between life and death.

——But, she waited outside for a long time, and didn't even hear a little movement!

"come in."

Ren Jianmo beckoned to her.

Fan Hemian walked into the room nervously, and immediately saw a large pool of blood on the side of the couch, and a bunch of red and black fluffy things fell into a pool of blood.

She stepped forward quickly and saw the true meaning of the mass.

It was a one-legged giant bird, which looked like a crow the size of an eagle, but had its head cut off with a single knife.

Fan Hemian asked unimaginably: "This...is the five-pass god?"

Ren Jian silently leaned his back on the door panel, took a breath and nodded.

Then he stretched out his right hand and showed the tattoo in the palm of Fan's sister: "The ghost on my body is still there."

Fan Hemian understood what he meant.

Even though they have killed the most powerful boss in the entire house, they have not been able to stop the "hide and seek" game, indicating that the "world" clearance method is not as simple as killing the five powers.

"Okay, I know."

Fan Hemian stepped forward quickly and asked Ren Jianmo to pass the "ghost" to him, "I will go to Ji Xiaoniao and the others now!"