In fact, in the heart of the idiom Fan, it would be enough to put himself in it like this.

But I also caught up with a woman who was completely incompatible with the dimensional space of the Central Town Soul Domain.

And that's not all, there is actually a condition that sounds like bullying the weak. How can this not make the idiom Fan feel the back of luck, and back to the extreme, back to the extreme, back to the peak?

"Okay!" "After thinking about it, thinking about it later, "Since your Miss Moqi doesn't help, I can't force you, if you want to help, you have already done me a great favor in the host before!" At the same time, it is deeply engraved in my mind. If Mo Qi hadn't spent his internal strength to emerge from the bracelet, then if Idiom Fan wanted to get rid of the intoxication technique, I am afraid it would take a while.

For this busyness, the idiom Fan Ke firmly remembered it. It is precisely because of this busyness that Fan knows more and knows more about the danger in the midnight dimension. It can really be described as a step-by-step shock, a step-by-step crisis, and a step-by-step trap.

If you are not careful, once you stumble here, then it will be directly to the point of no return.

"You really don't need my help?"

At this time, Mo Qi's voice was recalled in the mind of Idiom Fan again. However, apparently Mo Qi's voice has become a little softer!

Idiom Fan smiled faintly, a trace of helplessness wiped from the corners of his mouth, but at the same time, a touch of confidence also emerged.

"If I have to rely on others for everything, then really getting to the place of the Central Town Soul Domain will only accelerate my life to the end!"

This truth, the idiom Fan knows better than anyone else. In other words, since following Old Man Ge and participating in all kinds of trials, Idiom Fan has already understood this truth.

"Well, since you're so insistent, then I won't say anything!"

At this moment, Mo Qi couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart, and even more for the young man in front of him, oh not young, he had more feelings of having or not.

"Then I won't say anything more?" Idiom Fan silently repeated Mo Qi's words.

Hell, you're talking a piece of!

Idiom Fan is full of helplessness, but there is no show on his face. Since you have to "do it yourself and have enough food and clothing" now, you have to think carefully about how to do it. In the current situation, the idiom Fan is the clearest.

Terror?

It's not as simple as a verbal or psychological horror. There are wolves and leopards in the past, and in this gorgeous morgue like a labyrinth, it is full of dance parties, corpses in different COS clothes, and extremely aggressive corpses.

Although, these corpses with extremely attack power will not be like the zombies in the Tang family before, but the zombies in this, in terms of attack power alone, I heard that they have been deeply experienced in the previous "dance party".

What makes Cheng Yufan feel even more helpless and annoyed is that these corpses almost have no weaknesses. Other zombies, as long as they attack the head, then the zombies will stop all movements. And these guys, even with their heads screwed off, still danced with their hands, and seemed to be even more excited.

Idiom Fan touched his chin slightly, and the sound of dripping water was still there.

Tick, tick, tick......

The longer it passes, the more ordinary the sound of dripping water, but with the passage of time, it seeps more and more, and it invades the depths of the soul more and more. The sound of this drop of water is like a prelude to a terrifying nocturne, foreshadowing the horrors that are about to happen.

At the same time, when the more and more permeating sound of dripping water kept ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking, the perception of Idiom Fan had already noticed that not far behind, those corpses who were enjoying the wonderful dance had already danced cheerfully, all kinds of dances, and approached Idiom Fan step by step!

"Destroy them?"

At this moment, such an idea suddenly popped into the mind of Idiom Fan. But soon, the idiom Fan himself was already shaking his head again and again,

"No, these guys can't be killed no matter how they kill, they can't be destroyed no matter how they are destroyed, and they will be annihilated in one fell swoop?

Of course, if you have an explosive thing in your hand, the idiom doesn't care about giving it a try, it's a big deal to destroy this gorgeous morgue, the midnight dimension!

"Grid blockage?"

The next moment, the corners of Idiom Fan's mouth have already aroused a touch of cunning, and even more arouse a touch of gloomy and ruthless, I will make you dance more happily and more refreshingly!

Hands on the ground, on the soul glove, there are countless gold and silver currents, and above this current is with countless flames, electricity and fire, fire dissolves in electricity, electricity is attached to fire, intersecting, dissolving, staggering, in an instant the coexistence of electricity and flame, at the same time intertwined into a network of electric fire, in an instant, with a range of one meter apart, dissatisfied with the entire idiom Fan's gorgeous route.

At the same time, these routes are also the ones that the corpses in the morgue must pass. If you want to kill Idiom Fan, you have to go through there, you have to meet these nets of lightning and fire, dance with them, and have a beautiful, romantic, and sweet dance date!

Of course, as expected by the idiom, one after another, the voice like "heavenly sound" resounded throughout the gorgeous morgue not long after. And this "natural" voice adds a lot of gloomy and ruthless posture to the corner of the idiom Fan's mouth.

"You guys just slowly dance with the gold, silver, fire and thunder nets, and I won't be here to accompany you anymore!" After speaking, Fan is idiom is cat bent his waist and continued to move forward, and at the same time turned the corner. Now, Idiom Fan no longer has any worries. At least, not now!

"One hit kill, plus ten points!"

"One hit kill, plus ten points!"

"One hit kill, plus ten points!"

......

At this time, the host also kept reciting the voice of extra points. At this time, that wonderful feeling returned. In the view of idiom Fan, the host's extremely evil and charming voice completely excludes the voice that reads extra points.

In his opinion, this is a matter of course, and perhaps it is also an inferiority of human beings!

Turning the corner, the idiom Fan couldn't help humming a song "Corner Meets Love". I just don't know if I'll meet love around the corner. Or maybe this love will give him a huge surprise.

After turning the corner, suddenly the whole body was stunned, and the body couldn't help but be stunned, before he could think of something, on his face, the eyebrows that were still relatively thick were already deeply twisted into a hemp rope. With his eyebrows furrowed, he showed even more surprise and puzzlement.

Indeed, under the surprise and incomprehension on this face, Cheng Yufan even wondered if he had walked out of this damn gorgeous morgue. In the moment after the corner, Fan Yuyu felt a wave of righteousness. It's a stark contrast to the sinister aura of the ornate morgue.