"Hint: The next quest for this Marauder will be available in an hour!"

Since the last time he made a deal with Muzi, two more days have passed, and the new copy that Mo Fan has been waiting for for a long time has finally arrived, and at this time, he can be said to be in the best state, he just needs to wait quietly for the copy to start. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although he had already signed a binding contract with Muzi, within an hour, Muzi also made a special call to confirm whether the two of them had received a hint from the Endless Spirit at the same time. This woman was more afraid of death than he thought, no, more secure to be exact.

"Hint: Replica ...... Begin! ”

A faint white light enveloped Mo Fan's body, and when the light dissipated, it had already appeared in that void, and he was already familiar with all this.

He quietly waited for the Endless Spirit to introduce the next dungeon, but unexpectedly, this time the Infinity Spirit only coldly said "The current dungeon is for the marauder to explore on his own", and ended the opening CG.

"Don't even show me a picture, it's too much!"

It was dark in front of him, and his body fell suddenly, and when Mo Fan felt that his feet had landed, he regained clarity in front of him, and the soft soil under his feet was filled, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Glancing around, it was in a forest, surrounded by tall trees, he felt that he was on a par with the woods, and he went into the grove twice in three days to do tasks.

Bringing up the task list, sure enough, just like the Endless Spirit said, there are no tasks, it's all up to personal exploration.

Of course, it is boring for a big man to drill the grove alone, and it is of course best to have a beautiful woman with him, but unfortunately the binding contract can only allow Mo Fan and Muzi to enter the same copy, and it cannot allow the two to descend to the same place.

If Muzi had died before they could meet, it would be no wonder that Mo Fan had just lost the ticket to the precious treasure dungeon.

Mo Fan didn't have much to find Mu Zi for the time being, so he could only silently pray that the woman would live longer, and it was imperative to explore the current copy first.

Looking around, he noticed that the trees behind him were thick, the road was rough, and it was difficult to find a way for people to walk, but the road ahead was unobstructed.

The hint given by the Endless Spirit was already very obvious, Mo Fan naturally would not force it, glanced at his personal attributes, and chose to move forward.

Name: Mo Fan

Class: Marauder

Order: Zero

Sixth-Order Sword Seal: 4%!

Sword Energy: 320/320! (Restores 2 points of sword energy per minute for 3 minutes)

Strength: 47 (40)

Dexterity: 20

Constitution: 16

Free attribute points: 0

Hentai Coins: 180

Gear Held: Blood Dance!

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After going straight for a few kilometers, a quaint temple gradually appeared in front of Mo Fan's eyes, in such a wilderness, there was such a temple, which seemed a little abrupt and unharmonious.

Although the temple looks quite quaint, it should be cleaned from time to time, it is not old, and the surrounding weeds are cleaned up.

When Mo Fan stepped forward, he even faintly heard the bell in the temple, and on the stairs at the main entrance of the temple, an old monk was sweeping the fallen leaves with a big broom.

He walked straight forward, and the old monk stopped what he was doing, and put his hands together and said, "Donor, what is the so-called matter of coming to my Daoming Temple?" ”

"Daoming Temple?" Mo Fan glanced at the three big words on the gate behind him, "I'm here to find someone." ”

"The donor is looking for someone who dresses like you?"

"Exactly." Mo Fan's eyes lit up slightly, and the other party's words revealed two messages.

First, he is now dressed in ordinary modern clothes, but the other party says that his clothes are weird, indicating that the timeline of the current copy is definitely not modern. The old monk spoke in a literary manner, which is more likely in ancient times.

Second, the old monk had obviously seen someone who was as "strangely dressed" as him not long ago, and the probability that that person was a predator was more than seventy percent.

"That man just arrived here, and he should still be in the temple at this moment, so the donor can go in and find him by himself." After the old monk finished speaking, he began to sweep the floor on his own.

Mo Fan's brows moved slightly, nodded, and walked up the stairs, the temple gate was open, and he walked straight into it.

The temple is not very large, and when you enter through the main gate, there is a spacious courtyard with monks' houses on the left and right sides, and the main hall in front of it.

Stepping into the main hall, it is surprising that there is only one huge Buddha statue enshrined in it, and there is quite a lot of space on the left and right sides.

The walls on the left and right sides are carved with murals, and a figure is standing quietly under the murals.

Even though Mo Fan didn't deliberately suppress the sound of footsteps, the man was still indifferent, facing the wall, as if immersed in some world, he felt that something was wrong, and quickly stepped forward.

This man was dressed in modern attire and, almost certainly like Mo Fan, was a marauder who participated in the dungeon.

Mo Fan came behind this person, but the other party was still indifferent, and no marauder would give his back to a stranger.

Mo Fan, who felt more and more that something was wrong, reached out and patted the person's shoulder gently, but with such a light pat, the person's body immediately collapsed, turning into a pile of white powder, leaving only a set of intact clothes.

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, a marauder of unknown strength, who entered the temple not long ago, died so unexplained and neatly?

The danger of this copy has exceeded his imagination, he is already very strong, because Mu Zi has killed a lot of people, the difficulty of the copy has skyrocketed, and the difficulty of the copy that the two of them entered together is really extraordinary.

At this moment, the safest way should be to leave this ghost place immediately, but Mo Fan is not a safe person.

He turned his gaze to the mural in front of him, the man just now was staring directly at the mural on the wall until he died, what was it that attracted so much?

The murals on the wall are neither full of gods and Buddhas, nor ugly ghosts, but lifelike women.

Mo Fan never thought that the murals could be so vivid, every woman on the wall belonged to the kind of beautiful women, with different expressions and postures, lifelike, as if they could jump out of the wall at any time.

The whole wall is depicted with this kind of charming beauty, and what is even more surprising is that there is no duplicate, each with its own beauty, which is much better than the Korean beauties who all look the same.

Mo Fan stood behind the man's ashes, thinking about the height and angle of the man, slightly shorter, and looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on a girl in the mural.