The autumn leaves are breezy and the lush foliage has slowly turned yellow, rustling in the night breeze.

A wistful lament sounded in the summoning square.

Duanmu Ming's white clothes seemed to be washing the mortal lead.

He held his chin, and some stubble appeared on his seductive pink lips, which did not affect his handsome face in the slightest, but only added a bit of masculine charm to the original bewitchment, which made it more charming.

"Xiao Xi'er, why haven't you come back yet!"

His voice was a little hoarse, and his black and white eyes looked at the summoning crystal stupidly, without blinking, as if the person he was waiting for would appear immediately in the next second.

"Sneeze" "Sneeze" "Sneeze"

Three sneezes in quick succession woke up the sleeping skeleton creeps on the side.

It looked at the person rubbing its nose suspiciously, and said, "Lovely friend, how many people have you offended?" Are so many people scolding you? ”

Jun Qianxi opened his eyes and said angrily: "Does this mean that someone is thinking about me?" ”

The flame in the hole in the skeleton creep's eye jumped, as if his sadness had completely passed, and asked with a little excitement, "Lovely friend, do you have any other friends?" ”

To be honest, this question is a little weak, but Jun Qianxi felt sad inexplicably.

"Of course there are, and a lot!"

"Really?" The skeleton creep's scattered body closed in the blink of an eye, and it looked up at the sky and muttered, "I want to have a lot of friends, but I never succeed!" ”

Its head slowly drooped, and its voice became muffled: "I'll tell you a story!" ”

It didn't wait for Jun Qianxi to answer, and began to talk to itself: "A long, long time ago, there was a little skeleton who wanted to find a friend......"

Jun Qianxi didn't make a sound from beginning to end, she listened silently, but her eyes warmed up unconsciously.

It was really hard for her to imagine how the little soldier had come by for so many years.

The competition on the Isle of the Dead is fierce, but it has to make friends with others.

The bitten bones have been shattered, and only a trace of the soul fire has been consumed.

But the reason for it to stick to it is to find a friend.

And the belief that supports it to become stronger is actually to find friends.

If you can't find it in the first area, it will become stronger in the second area......

However, this is the island of the dead, and it can be said that it is a shijie who eats people and does not spit out bones, how can it have the feelings it longs for.

Even if it becomes a high-level undead, even if it helps its friends become high-level undead, the result is still that it is surrounded and suppressed, seriously injured, and almost killed!

"Lovely friend, why are you crying? Isn't the joke I'm telling funny? ”

Jun Qianxi stretched out her hand and knocked its head hard, even if her hand hurt, she didn't take it back: "Stupid little soldier, you know it's a joke, you still have to insist?" ”

The fire in the eyes of the little skeleton in front of her jumped a few times, and said its first philosophical words: "The days of becoming an undead after death are so boring, there must always be a hope!" ”

Jun Qianxi grabbed its hand and walked in the opposite direction!

"Lovely friend, aren't you going out of the Isle of the Dead?"

"I have a wordless heavenly book, and I will definitely find another exit!"

Jun Qianxi's hand holding it tightened again, the ninth area, she didn't go.

She didn't want the creeps to get hurt again!