The oval hemispherical petri dish on the wall opened quickly with a soft sound, and tears walked out of the petri dish, and at first glance I saw Tears guarding the petri dish. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His fair skin made him look younger than he actually was, and his handsome face was so delicate that it could even be called weak.

"What's wrong, Li Yang?" Tearing while putting on his clothes, he looked at Crying Myeonghoon strangely. The weeping Mingxun was wrapped in a wide snow-white pajamas, which further highlighted his thinness. Standing on the plush carpet, he didn't move, silently crouching down with his back to him.

"What's wrong?" Tears also squatted down, who would have thought that the young man in front of him would be the eldest son who almost attacked the gang leader.

"I want to quit the studio." Liyang said softly, but it seemed that he had used up all the strength in his body.

“……”

"I can unconditionally give up the ownership of the account of the left hand of the Demon God, I just need to cry Myeongxun." There was a long silence before Liyang continued.

“。” Weeping still didn't speak,

"I'm still young," Reyang looked up, "I still need the future." ”

"With me, you won't have a future?" It took a long time to cry before I spoke, and a lot of emotions piled up on my lips, but I didn't know how to say it.

Li Yang shook his head but didn't know which meaning he was denying in his words, he raised his head and looked directly into his tearful eyes, "I love Xuan Mengyu." But will you give her to me like this? ”

Xuan Yiting was stunned for a moment, but he was definitely not hesitating, but a little surprised, he actually said this, "If I refuse to hand it over to you, will I give up?" ”

Tearing Myeongxun smiled, "That's why I'm going to leave again, so that I can have my own strength to take her away from you when that time comes." ”

After a short confrontation, he couldn't hold back his tears and burst into laughter. Stretching out his arm, he hooked the neck of the weeping Mingxun, "Yes, you can indeed choose to follow your dreams and fly." Soar or fall, all this is a hymn to life. ”

"All I ask is that you don't forget, forget that here I am your family. No matter what day, you can come back to me when you are vulnerable, and I will hold you up a small piece of relatively peaceful harbor. ”

Nodding, Li Yang stood up and walked towards the door.

"They just ask you to help me inform me, Mengyu ......" Turning his head sideways, Li Yang finally didn't say anything.

The cries of birds flickered far and near, and the blood-stained men on the shallows at the end of the river slowly woke up. The huge wound on the back has been refreshed by the system, only the torn clothes on the body with zero durability hanging there, the huge tear on it is shocking.

Tearing eyes, Myung-hoon opened his eyes.

"Roar!" A low roar sounded all around him.

The body moved under the guidance of that desirable and powerful force, and the darkness that welled up in the whites of the eyes looked strange and mysterious, with a strange beauty.

In the resonance of the will, the meridians on the right hand bulged high, and the blood vessels took on a reddish and black color. The entire arm was stained blood-red, and the fingertips and nails had changed shape and become a little sharp.

He used his distorted right hand to block the mouth of the blood basin that only wanted to think about himself.

The large, long and thick wooden stick in his other hand stabbed out violently, as if the emotions in his stomach had turned into strength. The stick broke and pierced the wolf's body.

'You crave power! You're longing for me ......'

Pushing away the corpse of the evil wolf pressing on his body, the black qi in his eyes slowly faded away, only the murmur seemed to stay in his ears.

After the battle, all the mind was spent fighting that arm, and there was something in the head that was drilling around and plotting to take everything from him.

'Kazan Syndrome: The lodge of demons and gods has alienated your body, and the power of gods and spirits is eroding your will. Kazan, the Lord of Destruction, is watching your presence. ’

Kazan Syndrome: Every once in a while, the character will undergo a will judgment and the character will be strengthened.

'Come on, let go of the senseless morality and bottom line you insist on, and let go of your bound nature. You're going to be even stronger than you ever thought you would! ’

"Ugh!" The feeling of the ghost hand covering his forehead does not exist in reality, and this special pain sits on the spirit.

'Security: What you are experiencing now is a pain that no one has ever experienced before, the system monitors the state of your character, and when you can't bear the pain, your consciousness will be forced to pop up protectively, your character will be reset, and this quest chain will be removed from you. Happy playing. ’

Tearful Mingxun opened the map, the big map was far from complete, and the map could only show a small piece of the map that he had just opened. As a good scout, he certainly has this side class: a scribe.

The current game progress is still very low, a large number of items have not yet been released, and of course there are a lot of high-level items that no one can afford.

The pain lessened, except that the ghost hand seemed to be thicker again. Muttering something to tears, Myung-hoon didn't know where to pull out another stick.

Special Specialty: Carry the stuffy stick with you. A weird specialty that inexplicably consumes his own specialty points.

The clothes on the body were torn and sorted out after a few times, and the large opening that was pulled open was slightly repaired, and the sleeves were simply torn off the clothes on the body and turned into a torn vest. This blue-lettered cloth armor finally has a little stat value left.

Dodges, stabs, stabs, and slashes wrestle with the ghosts and gods have lowered the control of Tear Celestial Myung-hoon, and the mutation of his arm is far from over.

The hunger pangs slowly appeared, and it was clear that he had just eaten not long ago.

The tinkling sound of the grass in the mountains kept coming, and the regular hitting sound seemed to hit the heart with each blow.

The wooden stick hung around his waist, and the weeping Mingxun approached the grass house.

The blood in his body vibrated with the sound of the hammer, and the blood of the gods and ghosts in his arms became much more peaceful.

The hammer blow was like thunder, and the sound of forging was like a short cut of the line between heaven and earth, making the whole world pure.

The clean and light smell of tears is familiar to Myungxun, and basically all games feel like this. But when he walked into the house, he realized that he was wrong, and the breeze blowing in his face was definitely not as simple as the light.

A faint hot flame burned in the grass house, and the forged unknown material on the iron felt slowly changed shape. The iron was struck by a Taoist priest, his shoulders bare, his face flickering in the firelight.

"You're here? I didn't expect it to come so early. The Taoist priest said, as if talking to himself.

"You knew I was coming!" Crying Mingxun's lame talk, teasing NPCs to talk is not his job.

"I'm the only one within the radius who can help you suppress your tainted bloodline, and I'm here just to wait for your appearance. So no matter what, the thread of fate will lead you to me. The Taoist priest threw the metal in his hand into the fire to warm it, and the strange flame suddenly lit up with purple light after the metal was put in.

"What the hell is this arm?"

"It's nothing, it's the awakened blood in your body. Now it's still in a semi-sleepy state, which makes my calculations easier. Of course, it's also convenient for me to help you......"

"Come here, boy," the Taoist priest didn't look up at the weeping Mingxun until this time, "I'll come and see your arm, you need a chain that can help you control yourself." It can be seen that you are very tired and weak at this time, and you are the most likely to go out. ”

"You have to tell me what this thing is." Tearing up, Mingxun spread out his right hand, and the nails on the reddish palm had completely departed from that thin appearance and become thick and pointed.

"Curse of the gods, Kazan syndrome, ghost hands...... He has many names. Kazan, as a hero who has lived and died in the world, at the moment he turned into a ghost, the blood and breath he left in this territory have also been sublimated, regardless of genetics, no matter the landscape, no matter who it is, it is possible to awaken the sleeping demon in the body, once the power of the ghost god awakens, the power of chaos will come, and the first thing that will change is your arm. When your arm is truly ghost-handed, you will see the presence of ghosts, and Kazan's crazy consciousness will affect you. ”

"Its power is mesmerizing and insane. Once you are overwhelmed by anger, your consciousness will be crushed, and eventually you will turn into a demon and a killing machine. You certainly won't like that... So I will help you and put a chain on you that will suppress the evil spirits. ”

As he spoke, the Taoist priest pulled the metal block out of the flames again, "Come on, I only made the second time to refine the iron cable, although bronze is not rare, but it is a metal that is very difficult to refine." You'd better be able to cooperate a little bit so that I can make things look better...... What are you doing! ”

When he heard the words of the Taoist priest, he wept, and the original black pupils in Mingxun's eyes turned red, and the black aura quickly polluted the whites of his solid eyes. Which arm became swollen in a very short period of time, the skin quickly became congested and turned a faint blood red, and the power of the black and red demon overflowed richly.

The tattered clothes hanging on the upper body were scattered, the hair was rapidly growing and swelling like hedgehog hair, and the black head was evaporated due to the fluctuation of vitality, and the activity quickly turned white.

The stick appears in the right hand.

'Status: Kazan Syndrome Permanent Fixed Call, Energy Switch! Activate the knowledge base, link the knowledge base, load the system template...... The load was successful. Activate Personal Specializations: Left-handed weapon mastery, blood acumen. ’

'Activate Special Specialty: Death Resistance. ’

'Activate Background Specialty: Remnants of the Spirits. ’

"Ahhh......h

'Into a state of rage!' Double your rewards! Unlock your specialty: Ancient Will. Activate Special Status: Curse of Blood. ’

The Taoist priest hurriedly threw away the metal block that was still burning with flames in his hand, and the hammer in his hand took the wooden stick smashed from his pocket. There was a loud bang, and the hammer in his hand was actually smashed off, and the wooden stick exploded after pulling the hammer away.

"Hah!" With a loud shout, the robe was puffed up by the wind. Shocked, the Taoist priest didn't have the slightest intention of keeping his hand, and the dark blue flame in the furnace rushed out and turned into a fire dragon wrapped around his body. A green steel sword that suppressed the flames under the furnace flew out and was grabbed by the Taoist priest in his hand, and the air in the entire room changed and became sharp and piercing.

The wooden stick drawn out of his left hand without any interval was bounced away from the distance of two fingers of the Taoist priest, and the pale yellow rune paper flew out of the ground, and the magic circle pressed the weeping Tian Mingxun to the point that he couldn't move, and the invisible restraint locked his limbs and pulled him into a large font.

A huge shadow looms above the thatched hut!

The Taoist priest put down the sword in his hand and shook his head. The sharp breath disappeared, and the phantom in mid-air also disappeared, and only the blood squeezed out by the sword intent of the weeping Tian Mingxun dripped fell at his feet.

"I've thought about your countless reactions, but I didn't expect you to choose this one... What a hairy boy. ”

Tearful Mingxun laboriously suppressed the madness that occupied the entire brain, and spit out three words with difficulty: "Let's start." ”

Then he fell into darkness again.

The bronze was made of a crystal, long green strip in the center like a crystal, a palm-wide cuff locked to the wrist of the right hand, and a finger-thick chain attached to the handcuff and locked to the wall.

The furious energy fell into a deep sleep, and the arm returned to its normal shape, and it was not quite used to seeing it after seeing it puffy.

"Why are you locking me up?" Tearful Myeong-hoon asked.

"What if you go crazy again? Amitayus longevity, although the poor road is a monk, he has not yet seen through life and death, and this life is still a little better. ”

"Ding Dong Chang~" shook the chain hanging on his hand, and the cuffs were one palm wide and two fingers thick. The slight chill of the bronze penetrated into the body through the skin, and there was a slight tingling sensation in the comfortable coolness.

"What did you do to me?"

"Help you." The Taoist priest shook the blood collected in his hand and said, "You will die if you confront the ghosts and gods with your bare stomach." With buffering, at least you have a choice. ”

"Ghost hands are still quite common in this area, especially in the past few years. The more chaotic the world, the more people die, and the closer the gate of the realm of ghosts and ghosts is to the present world. If you want to steal the power of the ghosts, you have to pay a price, but don't be eaten to the point that there are no bones left. ”

"Pick up the pieces...... But I'm very tired......" When the last character fell, the Taoist priest had disappeared in place.