Suddenly, Bai Lang's eyes lit up, he regained his strength, and took out the 'Fugui Pill Must Die' from the storage space.

Then, he came to the Sinking Demon, and the Immortal Fuding gave him the title of 'Everything Can Be Rich Pill', and then put a collar on it, and at the same time distracted from it, opening the 'Inheritance Menu' with his mind to activate this core equipment.

Before officially inheriting the 'Must Die', each Nirvana needs to activate the 'Personal Menu' in advance, which is also the only time the talent is selected, which cannot be changed and modified, and is chosen by Bai Lang himself.

It can be said that a rich pill can change its life against the sky? A lot depends on Bai Lang's attitude. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this rich pill itself is amazingly talented and captivating, and it can get ahead without 'natural skills'.

Sensing it casually, Bai Lang disappointedly lit up the second talent skill 'Little Swan' and activated this 'Temporary Pill'.

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Since the last return, 'Must Die' has evolved again, and Bai Lang has redefined the concept of 'Nirvana':

The Fugui pills he will take in the future should be divided into two kinds: one is the 'temporary pills' that can be made by all living beings and the general public, and their existence is like temporary workers, short-lived cannon fodder. As the saying goes, 'the iron is a rich pill, and the temporary worker of flowing water', and the second is the 'true' that can be listed in the 'inheritance menu' and is worth remembering. Nirvanaru'!

This kind of 'True Wealth' is undoubtedly very good, and the next one will surely condense the seventh inheritance skill on the menu, and inherit the title of 'Eight Generations', and impress himself with his talent."

The dancing musician in front of him is obviously not qualified.

As the number of uses increased, Bai Lang found that according to the innate qualifications and individual strength of the 'Nirvana Pill', the 'natural skills' they could carry were also different.

For example, the temporary pill in front of me is too poor to light up the 'missionary' at all. You can only light up two of the four items of 'Little Target, Lick the Dog, Little Swan, and Climb the Wall', and then the others will turn gray. And if you select 'Wen Fugui の Wisdom', the rest of the skills will be gray.

It can be seen from this that the difference in the qualifications of this sinking demon is not even as good as the first-generation and second-generation orders.

The truly perfect Fugui Pill must be a great hero who wears golden armor, rides five-colored auspicious clouds, and has six great talents, and after his death, he can be famous on the menu and leave a legacy!

At this time, Bai Lang first selected the 'Little Swan', and then lit up the 'Little Target'.

This skill can be called the 'Fugui Pill version of the Heavenly God', which can transplant a command in the opponent's subconscious, subtly distort the three views to improve work enthusiasm, and enter the blessing mode.

However, not all 'instructions' are feasible, we must put ourselves in the shoes of Nirmaru, and must not harm its interests and safety, and the more ambitious it is, the more it can increase its enthusiasm.

So Bai Lang thought for a moment, and immediately typed: "I will first make a false deal with this human being, pretend to surrender, dance to gain his trust, endure humiliation, and plot a great cause." When my injuries are healed, I will use a plan to drive the tiger and devour the wolf, and lead him to fight with the lord of the city, and the snipe and clam to compete for the fisherman's profit. In the end, the revenge will be avenged, step on the bones of this human to the top, accumulate the first pot of gold, become the next lord, dominate the city, and finally rule the entire planet, becoming the god of the sunken demons! ’

The small target is very large, thinking about the sinking demon everywhere, not only pointing out the next path for it, but also not harming its interests at all, threatening its life, and not triggering the 'subconscious' backlash.

Even Nikimaru himself thought that this was the most suitable route for him to turn around in adversity and go to the top, so he immediately absorbed and fused the 'small target' into the deepest part of his soul.

The next moment, the 'Little Target (Don't Celestial)' skill took effect, and a flame was released from the eyes of Fukimaru who pretended to be dead, and under the impetus of the burning desire to survive, and supported by the dream of grand hegemony, its heart was full of motivation, and it felt like it was about to explode.

"Karanichu!"

I saw it scream strangely, and it bounced up in severe pain. Immediately, the second talent skill 'Little Swan' took effect, dragging the broken arm and crippled body, gritting his teeth and limping around the campfire, spinning and jumping, closing his eyes...... There is no reluctance in my heart, but I am full of initiative.

It is bearing the burden of humiliation, it is winning the trust of people, the fish-lipped humans, surrendering to my wisdom!

The others were dumbfounded, and the monster, which was obviously dying and full of fear and panic, was dancing feverishly like clockwork and brainwashing. Although ugly and clumsy, Duke can see that his dedication to dance is sincere, passionate and unrestrained.

It's not forced!

'Mental skills? Bewitching, brainwashing? Yuan Xin suddenly groaned, and quietly raised Bai Lang's danger index by one level in his heart, suspected of mastering some kind of spiritual suggestion ability.

Feng Ying was also puzzled, her eyes fell on the collar, and she was a little incomprehensible: 'Huh? Could it be that the small satellite's built-in detection system is out of order? It's impossible, this collar is actually high-end equipment, and he is willing to use it for the Sinking Demon, underestimating him. ’

The other newcomers who didn't know what to do only saw the Sinking Demon dancing wildly around the bonfire, burning the last of his life force, and finally fainted from exhaustion, and in the dream, he was 'talking and laughing in the yellow picture hegemony', and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sly smile.

After a soothing little dance, it was followed by the final part of the night: ghost stories.

Bai Lang dragged those mortal demons who were seriously injured and moaned, and there was no longer any threat, to a position less than a meter behind each newcomer. Two of them, acting as a background, with special effects such as screaming, wheezing, wailing, foul smell, sharp claws picking at the ground, sharp teeth grinding, and staring behind them, make them tremble and increase their sense of spiritual oppression.

Subsequently, he sorted out his emotions and whispered the ghost stories of his hometown: the story of Sadako Yamamura, a midnight chestnut, and Chu Renmei, a teacher in the mountain village.

With the oppressive atmosphere of the scene, the crackling and exploding sound of fire, as well as the howl of monsters in the distance, gusts of gloomy wind, and the special effects of the background board of the Sinking Demon, once again detonated the screams on the scene.

In the end, even Bai Lang, the initiator, felt hairy. There are ghosts in this world, and there are even fear demon kings, so he hurriedly used the light of the bonfire to open the knife, correct the bones, and stitch up a 'sinking demon' on the spot to strengthen the momentum and successfully suppress the shock.

But his rough on-site first aid teaching brought a wave of unsettled secondary psychological damage to the newcomers.

If the previous ghost stories were only torture and damage to the spiritual level, then the American cult violent aesthetics (teaching) of blood plasma flying at this moment is another different kind of visual and physiological impact.

In short, there is Bai Lang's wonderful hand to rejuvenate in the front, and there is the whispering of the sinking demon in the back, and a few newcomers who are on the verge of collapse are mentally numb but dare not move, and their expressions are like crying and laughing, and they feel that they will not love...... I can't guarantee anything else, but tonight's nightmare index will definitely blow the charts.

The sleeping Otlandhou Ru fell asleep.

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The party didn't end until around 10:30, and the newlyweds were tortured to death. Considering that there are also two children on site (you???) Only to realize that there are two more children?! Bai Lang had to arrange for everyone to rest in advance so as not to affect their development.

And focused on Duke and Feng Ying: "You two are both important ages for growing your body, come, drink a cup of kitten human nutritional milk powder - children's puzzle type, nutritious and sleep soundly." ”

Then he looked at Ophelia and said, "You can have a drink too." According to the half-elf algorithm, you are still in puberty, and you can still develop again. There is a famous saying in my hometown: drink what you make up. Although you are no longer small, there is no harm in being big, just like a man's height, no matter how tall you are, you will not suffer. ”

Bai Lang, who is 191 tall, smiled confidently. He has been able to get to this point today, thanks to the blessing of being mighty, tall, resolute and handsome.

Seeing that the DV girl's gaze fell on the milk powder bucket in his hand, Bai Lang shook his head: "Xia Jing, you are a college student, if you don't have a chance, don't force it." As a contractor, you should stay up late to cut out the video, upload it to the paparazzi park as soon as possible, and complete the first ring of the trial. ”

After sending everyone back to the temporary room one by one, Bai Lang continued to keep vigil for everyone, and hung those seriously injured Sinking Demons in the air one by one.

Recalling the scenes that happened today, I feel very fulfilling, after all, the sand sculpture author has been in the water for several chapters, and the scolded dog blood spray.

Lang Xun thought, this trough has vomited himself, and that group of murderous readers with explosive combat power should not embarrass the author anymore, right? Otherwise, it's too much.

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