For a veteran coder, there's nothing more tempting than a computer that's easy to control.

Fang Ran is naturally no exception.

He cut off all contact with the outside world and stayed in this pure white space.

In mid-air, an ink-colored progress bar slowly squirmed, and the sword intent of the stone cave was parsed little by little.

"It's heaven! No one rushes the progress, no one shouts to change the demand, the stomach is not hungry, and even ordering takeout is saved. If only I could have another bottle of happy water at this time, the cliff would be perfect!"

There was a crackling knock, and finally he hit the return on the virtual keyboard in front of him.

Syllable!

The speed at which the progress bar squirmed was a few points faster.

The progress of the analysis of the sword intent in the stone cave is thirty-nine percent.

"Automatic parsing, this master program personally optimizes the algorithm, can it be as convenient as me to practice step by step? At this speed, I can parse enough information in another day. When the time comes, it will be compiled into software that can be loaded and used directly, hum, who dares to provoke the master, the master will definitely let him not eat and walk around!"

Fang Ran, who was leaning on the foot of a dead tree, was proud, but in the dead wood forest around him, there were already people quietly approaching under the cover of trees.

The crimson sky was dark, and in a shadow darker than sludge, a thick knuckled hand was exposed, pointing at Fang Ran, and then slowly clenching his fist.

Not far away, the same shadow slid silently against the ground, surrounding it.

The shadow gradually faded, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in black, his eyelids drooping, and his face was also drooping, as if revealing endless bitterness.

The man in black pressed a short knife in his hand, and little by little it was withdrawn from the scabbard.

The blade of the knife was exposed inch by inch, red and dull, and a blood groove on it was terrifying.

Fang Ran in the pure white space frowned.

A prompt box composed of pure ink lines popped up and landed right in front of Fang Ran, with a few small words written on it:

"If there is an unknown hostile approach, please deal with it promptly. ”

Forking out the prompt box, Fang Ran looked at the progress that was still being analyzed with a puzzled face: "Did you all learn from the product manager?

Now Fang Ran, there is no means to fight with people.

Although he has been dressed as a computer spirit, his body is skinny and extremely weak.

Just now, he scanned it with a scanner superficially, and all kinds of messy warning prompts popped up like a computer virus, occupying half of the sky, so frightened that he didn't dare to look closely, and directly terminated the scanning process.

I thought that after analyzing the sword intent of the stone cave, I could still have a little self-protection, but who would have thought that the chasing soldiers would come so quickly.

"Sister, I was hunted down by the boss and manager in my last life, and I will be hunted down and killed in this life......"

Cursing in a low voice, Fang Ran clicked on the stone cave model, invested most of the computing power, and only left a small part of it, controlling his consciousness back to reality.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Fang Ran felt a chill all over his body.

A pair of eyes without any emotion, looking at Fang Ran from a distance not far or close, like looking at a lifeless stone and a piece of wood.

"Who are you?" Fang Ran exclaimed, involuntarily taking a few steps back.

A hand was pressed against Fang Ran's shoulder, and then unceremoniously pushed Fang Ran back.

A voice pretending to be surprised came from behind: "Hey, Fang Xiaogongzi has escaped for three whole days, and he is still so energetic?"

"It's good to have spirit, you don't die so quickly. At last a man slowly stamped out from behind a tree, describing it as withered, and in the deeply sunken eye sockets, a pair of eyeballs were reflected in the dim red skylight, like two ghost fires.

The three of them, standing in a triangle, surrounded Fang Ran in the middle, cutting off all retreats.

"Who are you, what are you going to do?" Fang Ran asked again.

He had actually guessed that these three people were afraid that they would not be able to get rid of the relationship with the people who attacked the camp in the illusion just now.

Sure enough, the playful tone behind him just now replied to him: "We came to invite Young Master Fang to go back with us and persuade your sister to change her mind." ”

"A change of heart?"

"Not bad. Your sister doesn't seem to be very happy to be my lord's concubine, so our brother and sister specially came to ask Fang Xiaogongzi to be a lobbyist. ”

"Concubine?"

Fang Ran didn't know what the other party was talking about, he just recalled the resolute back in the illusion just now.

Even though he had crossed over, there was no direct contact with Fang Qingyu, but whether it was the concerned eyes or the determination to draw the sword at the end, the depth and depth of the feelings contained in it undoubtedly touched Fang Ran from another time and space.

Fang Ran sneered, and replied in the same joking tone: "What kind of goods are you lords, worthy of my sister?"

Hearing this, the face of the man with a bitter face who had been drooping became even more gloomy.

If the expression on his face was that of a prey with nowhere to escape when he approached Fang Ran just now, then at this moment, he was like a vicious dog that had been trampled on by someone's tail, and the next moment he was going to turn around and bite off that person's bones.

This vicious dog stared at Fang Ran, as if thinking about where to put its mouth down.

Fang Ran had that sneering expression and glared back without showing weakness.

"It is said that Fang Xiaogongzi is a coward who only hides behind women, when will the coward be so ignorant of life and death?" said the man who described the withered man gloomily.

The progress of the sword intent analysis in the stone cave is forty-seven percent.

This is not an optimistic progression.

After Fang Ran confirmed this number, he was silent for a moment, and said word by word: "Don't coward, you don't count what you say." ”

It's just that this sentence lined his thin body, and it really didn't show any momentum.

"Hahahaha!" the mockery rang out unscrupulously.

The mocking voice behind him said with a smile: "Obviously, when I ran away three days ago, I was panicked like a mourning dog, why was my brain blown out by the spiritual storm on the Abyssal Field?"

Fang Ran was speechless for a while.

The human brain has become a computer...... It shouldn't be going in a bad direction, right......

The withered man said in a ghostly manner: "I advise you not to resist. If you follow us obediently, your sister will follow my master in the future, and the three of us brothers will have to politely greet you when we see you again. If you resist and detain your soul and become a puppet of your soul, you will not be able to see your eyes, hear your ears, or speak your mouth. It's painful, don't blame us for not reminding you. ”

Load increase ...... Parsing progress, 59 percent.

It's still far from it. Fang Ran frowned.

"Even if you stall here, no one will come to your rescue. The old layout, not leaking. You and your sister are just tools, and tools don't have the qualifications to say no. ”

Tool man? Fang Ran narrowed his eyes, and his gaze slowly swept over the three of them.

"Phew!"

Rumble!

A heavy attack landed on Fang Ran without any warning, almost cutting off his entire body!

The way this attack was used was extremely exquisite, even though the force of the attack was so terrifying, Fang Ran couldn't even withdraw half a step, and he couldn't get out of the slightest force.

"Shame on the face. The bitter-faced man slowly withdrew this foot, and watched with satisfaction as Fang Ran bent down holding his stomach, "My master is not worthy?" Hmph, you are not worthy to stand up straight and talk to us." ”

Fang Ran only felt that there was no feeling in his entire lower abdomen at all. It was as if all the blood in his body had turned into gunpowder, and it was ignited by this kick. After a short period of paralysis, there is a sharp pain that explodes!

The three besieging trio sneered, looking at Fang Ran who was bowing down, their eyes full of disdain.

And the next moment, Fang Ran straightened up little by little, his face still had a look of pain, but he pulled out the same sneer: "That's all there is to it?"

Boom!

As soon as Fang Ran's words fell, the figure of the person who was standing behind him and mocking before flashed, and when he reappeared, he had already bullied Fang Ran within a foot.

I saw that he stood up with one palm and made a knife shape, and the palm wind broke through the air, causing a vicious roar, and slashed at Fang Ran's back.

The huge force spread from the spine to the hip bone and then to the entire leg bone, and Fang Ran only felt that almost all the bones of his body were split open. He was short, and his knees were bent so that he almost fell to his knees.

"If you don't bend down, then kneel!"

His knees were three inches off the ground, but Fang Ran stopped the momentum of his fall.

Inch, inch, he straightened up again.

Fang Ran spat out a mouthful of spit, which was almost entirely blood, then raised a hand tremblingly, clenched his fist loosely, the center of the fist was upward, and finally stretched out his emaciated index finger and hooked it.

He looked contemptuous: "Go on, it doesn't hurt, really." ”

Parsing progress, 68 percent.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you today!"

"Dick!"

The two vicious winds are staggered, one is the second child who was completely enraged by Fang Ran after splitting this hand knife, and the other is the bitter-faced man who blocked the second hand knife.

"He's just begging for death. That's why he can't beg for death. The third child, you come. I want him to lose consciousness and obediently enter the soul puppet. ”

"I'm good at it. The thin man smiled gloomily and approached slowly.

......

His vision was completely blurred by blood, and Fang Ran didn't know how many attacks he had been subjected to and how many bones he had broken. And the blood he spat out in a big gulp was already carrying fine fragments of internal organs.

Parsing progress, 73 percent ...... Seventy-four ......

He didn't know what was still supporting him to keep his eyes wide open, and he was forced to bear the sharp pain caused by the bruises all over his body.

Is it the fear of the Soul Puppet?

Or is it pity for Fang Qingyu's sister?

Or...... Is it just a simple stubbornness to do it if you don't accept it?

The master has been bent over by life in his last life, and he has come through, do you still want the master to bend over?

Master no!

Another heavy bombardment, Fang Ran was finally no longer able to stand.

He did not bend down or kneel, but was smashed flat into the ground.

A tightly knit human-shaped depression appeared on the ground, and the rocks scattered around the depression, as well as on the emaciated body that had been soaked in blood from top to bottom in the depression.

A twisted, bloodstained hand lifted from between the rubble and clenched into a fist.

This time, Fang Ran wrote a middle finger.