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At first glance, he knew that he was a tease of treating himself as an NPC, and Ye Xuan didn't bother to bother with them, got up and led the mule to leave by himself.

But he didn't pay attention to a monk who didn't know when he came here to watch him leave, and a slime that was trampled apart as he struggled to gather on the grass.

The old well of the broken temple can still produce water, so he pulled up the wooden barrel and rushed to take a sip first. Ye Xuan looked at her strangely, and then got some water to feed the mules on the ground.

Takong didn't bother with himself, Ye Xuan watched as there was a burst of bang from its bones, and then its size increased a little.

"Amitabha, poor little guy......" The sudden sound of the Buddha was so frightened that Ye Xuan almost jumped up, and the monk who walked in saluted Ye Xuan slightly and then walked towards the mule on the ground.

"The strong medicine boils the body, and it stimulates your vitality excessively, and you can't live this month if you continue like this...... Fortunately, there is still salvation. Come on~ Eat this......" muttered in front of the mule, and the monk threw a pill into the mule's mouth.

My whole body trembled for a moment, and then I became embarrassed.

Ye Xuan felt that he saw hope, and the fluctuations in his emotions made his head dizzy.

"Master! Please give me a cure too. Ye Xuan clasped his fists and saluted.

The monk looked Ye Xuan up and down but chuckled, "Donor, you are not sick"

Ye Xuan was stunned, how can I say that I am not sick when my headache is about to explode. Is it a Buddha again?

"The mule's sickness comes from the outside world, and yours comes from your heart. So you're not sick. Illness refers to physical frustration, while the benefactor suffers mentally. So donor, you are not sick. Ghosts and unusual drugs can be cured, and the Buddhist language can only be crossed. Dare to ask what kind of illness will be used? So donor, you really don't get sick. You are entangled in cause and effect, and you have evil consequences. ”

Ye Xuan frowned, "Is chasing me here just to be cynical?" So what am I going to do? Waiting for death is not possible. ”

"Poor monks are not talented, and they can't cure heart disease, but they also know the truth of putting down the butcher's knife."

"You persuaded me to shave?"

"Amitabha~"

"You taught me to learn Buddhism." Ye Xuan changed his tone.

"Please also ask the donor to put down the butcher's knife......"

Ye Xuan was silent, he lowered his head to look at the mule on the ground, but saw that it was also looking at him.

The drug-stimulated vitality was subsided, and it felt like it was losing its vitality. Even though it could live longer because of it, there were tears in those eyes.

In those eyes, Ye read helplessness.

"This butcher's knife is a difficult decision to lift, how can it be easily put down?"

"......" the monk wanted to look like he had already seen clearly, "Killing is difficult to solve, so the Buddha can save the mule, and the Buddha can't save you." ”

Ye Xuan smiled, "Compassion for Huaiha? Guru. It's not good to see a sinful person like me, isn't it? ”

The monk does not look at himself, but only cares about his own recitation.

Ye Xuan rummaged through the inventory and then pulled out the ghost knife, the monk's eyebrows trembled but he didn't move.

Glancing at the monk, Ye Xuan held the blade with his right hand and pulled away the flesh of his palm.

Behind him, Lin Hao let out a soft scream.

Ye Xuan squatted down and approached the mule, and used the holy water in his hand to wash away the blood and feed it to eat.

At the beginning, its first milk was a stomach mixed with blood, and the holy water poured into it quickly dissolved the monk's medicine.

Sure enough, it's the same as its attributes.

Holy Water No. 77:

The power is returning. As soon as the mule recovered slightly, it got up and hid behind Ye Xuan, panting for breath. This guy seems to be very psychic.

"A Buddha can't save people, and a mule doesn't need a Buddha to save him."

"Gone." As soon as Lin Ha Ye Xuan took the lead and walked out of the broken temple, the mule snorted at the monk.

Walked to the door, with something on his lap, and looked down to see a sleek slime staring at him.

The name of the fallen element under the Scout attribute is still red, and it's strange why it didn't attack.

Ye Xuan glanced at the broken temple behind him, reached out and picked up the slime on the ground, and did not leave a single living thing. Let the bald donkey be there and think about whether the world can really accept his mercy.

The slime in his hand came into contact with the liquid remaining in Ye Xuan's palm, and the impurities in the blood diffusion accelerated the precipitation.

…………………………

Lu Yexuan, who returned to the city, was not alone, and as a road idiot, he must have a certain degree of consciousness...... In order to cure the problem of road idiot, he suffered a lot in the subsequent Assassin inheritance.

The small team that met again, the beautiful woman's face was already a little better. From time to time, those eyes rolled on his face. has a sense of familiarity with the beauty Ye Xuan, this kind of narcissism that is familiar to all beauties in the world can't be told to others.

Lin Hao hid behind him, and the player who took the lead stared at him for a long time before he shouted, "You are actually a player!" ”

The current assassin bonus can't confuse the identity of Inhumans and NPCs, and the reconnaissance skill is quite annoying, isn't it?

So the rest of the road became Ye Xuan's first close contact with the player.

Curious players pestered, asking this and that along the way. Lin Hao fell into the clutches of two female players, and the little girl who had been trembling for a while let out a silver bell-like laugh in the company of several female players.

The most eye-catching thing on Ye Xuan's body is, of course, the prison seal.

The beauty endured the temptation and did not tease Lin Xuan, and the gaze that turned around on her body made Ye Xuan very useful, this group of idle players are all promising young people at work, and they showed two hundred percent interest in their own stories.

So Ye Xuan began to tell his story.

The story of the lonely city has long been recorded by the minstrels' skills, and Ye Xuan himself didn't know that he could be so literate.

The story of the system simulator running out is plain, but at least smooth. For the image of a remnant veteran in which Ye Xuan is located, this kind of vernacular story is also easy to resonate.

Before I knew it, everyone in the team listened quietly, and they were no longer willing to walk the road under their feet. Lin Hao's eyes were watery and shrunk in the arms of a young lady, and there was really a bit of worship in his eyes.

You don't need beautiful words to express it, as long as someone who has seen it can't even write, they can describe the horror of that battle. The persistence that knows that it will fail is tragic, and the life that will still burn even though it has approved the ending is a beautiful light.

"Broken Winged Mountain City, engulfed in fire! At this point, the Gui Bird Flag ceased to exist. None of them survived! No one has fallen! ”

"No one survived! No one has fallen! ”

Silent, a little sister I didn't know actually cried.

Boys are more likely to be aroused by tragic stories, watching them grit their teeth one by one.

"Then why are you still here?" The word big-breasted and brainless doesn't seem to be universally used, and the little beauty came up and questioned it.

"Yiyi~" The little girl who cried so much that the pear blossoms brought the rain suddenly accused.

Su Yiyi stuck out her tongue, but Ye Xuan didn't mind, "I also wonder why I'm still standing here, but since I can still move, then I have the obligation to spread their stories for the dead spirits." ”

"For a bunch of data?" The tone of questioning and ridicule seemed to be spiky.

Ye Xuan sensed a faint hostility, and when he looked closely, the sense of familiarity was even stronger.

The commotion in his head did not stop, Ye Xuan's eyes were very straight, and he stared at each other directly. Su Yiyi couldn't stand that kind of gaze, she felt as if her face was ignited by the burning gaze, dyed a charming red.

Ye Xuan shook his head, "They are no longer data. It's not just data anymore. If they are really just simple data, why do you feel your heart pounding when you miss an arrow? Why do you look so bad when you see those horse bandits rolling on the grass and wailing? ”

"If you need to console yourself, tell yourself they're a bunch of data. But sooner or later you will have to admit that they have independent thoughts, and they are just living people. (To be continued.) )