Yan Luo sat down by the brazier with a blank face.

"Please start your show."

He made a "please" gesture, and then quietly watched the old man blow ...... No, it's its tragic past.

"When I was young, I liked to watch artists and perform puppet puppet dramas, although I gradually grew up, but this hobby not only did not change, but became more and more addicted, and simply worshipped artists as teachers, learned puppet shows, and made a living from it at the same time, it can also bring happiness to myself."

……

The old man repeated what he had said last time as if no one was around, and then began the performance and put the stage in front of him, pulling the puppet with ten fingers, the puppet danced, and sang in his mouth, it was "The Peony Pavilion" as before, singing and singing, and his voice was choked again.

"If not, I was addicted to puppet shows when I was young and didn't seek to be motivated......"

“…… You might as well burn it as firewood! ”

Yan Luo watched as this delicate little sister fell into the brazier for the second time, stood up from the flames, bowed down to the old man, and then burned and warmed until dawn with her own body......

In order to test whether this time was exactly the same as the last time, Yan Luo deliberately did not interfere with the old man's behavior.

With the cry of "It's warm, but I'm now, I don't even have the only thing to accompany me, there's nothing left", the scenery of the mountain temple quickly changed, and the picture in front of Yanluo's eyes changed to the mountain road that had just entered this inner world.

"What's going on?"

Yan Luo thought as he made his way to the mountain temple for the third time, since the result of doing nothing was the same, this time he was going to make a move.

Entering the temple, the old man was warming himself with a brazier under the desk, and Yan Luo leaned over to say hello: "Have you eaten?" ”

The old man ignored him, burned the paper for a while, and then began to lament:

"When I was young, I liked to watch artists and perform puppet puppet dramas, although I gradually grew up, but this hobby not only did not change, but became more and more addicted, and simply worshipped artists as teachers, learned puppet shows, and made a living from it at the same time, it can also bring happiness to myself."

Yan Luo interjected strongly: "Study! You should learn! ”

"Learning makes people happy."

The old man muttered, and then dragged the puppet to dance gracefully on the stage, and sang the song "Peony Pavilion", and his eyes almost shed tears.

"If not, I was addicted to puppet shows when I was young and didn't seek to be motivated......"

Yan Luo was on the side, complaining expressionlessly:

"If not, I would have been addicted to playing games when I was young, and I wouldn't have ...... to be motivated"

While complaining about him, he held the thousand-year-old lightning peachwood sword, and when this old man was about to throw the puppet into the brazier, he suddenly took out the sword and slashed out with a sword! Under the reflection of the flames, a dark sword light exploded in the mountain temple.

"Click!"

The puppet girl in the old man's hand was shattered by Yan Luo's sword.

"You don't need to burn it, I'll help you."

If you don't do something, it will definitely turn back to the previous repetition, and Yan Luo can judge that the key points in this supernatural world are the old man and the puppet, and the puppet standing up in the fire before is obviously not so normal.

The thousand-year-old peachwood sword has been tempered by thunder, and ghosts can be slashed, and demons can also be slashed! Whatever it is, cut it first.

"This can be regarded as a breakthrough with strength......"

If it was this puppet girl's ghost, a single sword of the Yanluo magic weapon would be enough to slash the monster inside the puppet, and just as he was making such a judgment in his mind, all the scenery of the mountain temple was distorted again.

"Hey, hey, don't be so faceless."

In his voice, the scenery in front of him turned into a mountain road, the night was deep, the wind and snow were intertwined, and there was a little fire in the distance.

Yanluo: "......"

"It's just a repetition, can you put the location of the rollback in the mountain temple? I have to climb the mountain, the wind is so strong, and it is snowing, it is quite cold. ”

"It's not humane at all......"

As he spoke, he trudged through the snow, entered the temple for the fourth time, and at the same time saw the old man and the puppet girl beside him, the puppet that had been hit by the thousand-year-old lightning peachwood sword, and now it had changed back to its original state, wearing red satin and gold edge inlay, beautiful and moving.

"Is it ......?"

"The breaking point is not in the puppet, but in the old man?"

While he was speculating, the old man began to speak again: "When I was young, I liked to watch artists and perform puppet puppet plays......"

"Uncle, I already know."

"And are you Xianglin's sister-in-law?"

Of course, the old man didn't pay attention to Yan Luo's complaints, and was still talking to himself, after finishing speaking, he was going to move the stage in front of him and then play a puppet show, Yan Luo hurriedly moved the stage away before the old man made this move.

"See how else you're performing?"

However, with this simple act, the surrounding image immediately began to distort, and Yanluo found himself standing on a mountain path with a howling wind and snowflakes.

"How can it be repaired!"

If it weren't for Yan Luo's lack of feelings, he would be replaced by the three corpse gods who would definitely be angry with ordinary people.

just took the stage away, and actually went back directly, and had to climb the mountain again, which was too ruthless!

Entering the mountain temple with a blank face, Yan Luo walked in front of the old man, and before the other party started to talk nonsense, the thousand-year-old lightning struck the peachwood sword, and directly took out the sword and slashed it with a neat sword! A stream of blood spurted out, the snow-white head fell to the ground, and rolled in the corner with a "grunt", and the headless body shook a few times, spurting blood and falling crookedly.

The thousand-year-old lightning strikes the peachwood sword, which has the power to break evil.

If the old man is a ghost and is the cause of all this weirdness, then killing this old man is also equivalent to killing a ghost, and it will naturally break the game, however, Yan Luo found that at the same time as the old man fell, everything he saw in front of him began to change again.

Standing on the barren mountain road, facing the wind and snow, Yanluo pondered where the key point to break the game was......

It is said that this supernatural world must be themed with the old man and the puppet girl......

If the puppet is a ghost, the previous peachwood sword has already killed it - if the old man is a ghost, after cutting off the head, it should also be directly over.

"There was a thick fog on both sides of the mountain road...... What is the view in the thick fog? ”

Yan Luo groaned, the mountain temple is the place where the world-themed events take place, leaving the mountain road and entering the dense fog is equivalent to jumping out of the game - but to be honest, this is only a level 1 supernatural world, there is not much danger, otherwise he would not enter the unknown dense fog at night.

Walking through the thick fog, he soon found that the wind and snow prevented him from moving on, so he had to turn back, and it seemed that it was impossible to leave the place where the incident had occurred.

"Then let's go into the temple again."

As a person who has lost his feelings, Yan Luo will not feel bored, and still patiently returns to the mountain temple, he saw the Jinjia Mountain God and the judge, the little ghost, hesitated for a moment, could it be that the point of breaking the game is related to the statue?

It's unlikely, but you won't get pregnant if you try.

Yan Luo took out the dragon stick and directly smashed the statue-the broken mountain god, the judge, and the imp-level spirit world, there should not be such a high-level creature as the real mountain god judge, so he was not afraid of raising his head three feet to have a god, offending something, and he also shouted:

"It's broken!"

This is the "socialist iron fist" that sweeps away all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods to deter the mountain gods who exist in case they exist.

Yan Luo smashed the statue, smashed it hotly, the old man didn't seem to notice anything, he still complained, and acted in "The Peony Pavilion", and then regretted that he was addicted to playthings when he was young, and now he has nothing but a puppet.

This time, when he was about to throw the puppet into the brazier, Yanluo carried the Olympic flame.

There is no doubt that the Holy Flame, as a super energy of the fire system, must have a huge lethal power on the ghosts, and Yan Luo's right hand wrapped a ball of flame directly at the puppet, accompanied by the looming Olympic rings, the puppet instantly burned to ashes without resistance.

Time and space change again.

Yan Luo climbed the mountain into the temple, and this time he used the Olympic flame to burn the old man into a pile of ashes.

Reboot again.

"Count you ruthless!"

After Yan Luo complained in his heart, he climbed up to the mountain temple this time, took out the dragon stick and began to practice the "Ten Square Stick Method", just because he lacked time, in this world, it is not bad to practice the stick method and increase his proficiency.

"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, and they are all paid with broken wells and ruins, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is not the day, and the courtyard is ...... happy."

In the old man's flower-like tone and the puppet girl's hot dance, there was also a young man's strong and powerful shout:

"A pillar of optimus!"

"A pillar of optimus!"

"A pillar of optimus!"

……

Yan Luo has already taken off his clothes - only wearing a pair of underwear, revealing his toned muscles, although the weather is cold, he is an intermediate life, plus the exercise stick method is full of qi and blood, very scorching, 62 pounds of sticks are a little heavy to use, and he is sweating profusely.

Sweat flowed on her white body, and with each swing of her stick, the streamlined muscles in her arms and thighs tensed and moved, exuding a strong sense of life and strength.

"Uncle."

Yan Luo shouted to the old man who was singing by himself by the brazier: "Can you change the song?" Peony Pavilion, I've listened to this song eight times! ”

"How about a song about the Pure Land of Bliss?"