"You, come in with my sister."

Since Sparta's appearance, Dugu Meili has turned on the goddess mode, and the whole person's temperament has completely become inviolable, and even speaking to Yang Fan has become arrogant.

Who let himself be serving a prison sentence, Yang Fan had to obediently follow.

With a bang, a red shadow flashed between Yang Fan and Dugu Meili like lightning. With Yang Fan's super keen spiritual perception, he didn't even notice how Sparta stopped in front of him from such a distant position and in such a rolling posture.

This guy can't be underestimated, there are two brushes, at least this interception of the warrior's move, he has been trained to the point of being superb.

"Boy, who are you, you actually rode a horned eagle with my beautiful goddess just now, you are too long-lived!"

In the face of Yang Fan, Sparta decisively changed his face and put on a standard Spartan face.

The conscience of heaven and earth, do you think my brother is willing, my brother is still thinking about digging herbs to earn contribution points, or going to the level 2 level of the training ground to continue to hone.

"Sparta, you get out of the way, who allowed you to stop my servant." Dugu's beautiful face is like frost, and her voice is cold and piercing.

"Great and kind goddess of beauty, if you need a servant, Sparta is willing to give everything for you."

Kneeling on one knee, with his hands to the sky, and singing praises to Dugu's beauty in a high exclamation, this man named Sparta has no shame at all.

"This is the legendary pervert." Yang Fan had already made a conclusion in his heart.

"Boy, I'm going to duel with you, and whoever loses will voluntarily give up the role of the servant of the beautiful goddess." Sparta turned around, stared at Yang Fan with a murderous expression, and with a snort, he had already drawn his sword in his hand.

"Presumptuous!" Dugu Meili was furious, "He was sentenced to serve 24 hours for violating the contract, and people who are serving their sentences are not allowed to duel, do you want to violate the school rules?" ”

Listening to Dugumei's words, Sparta became even more angry.

"Boy, you dare to break the contract with the beautiful goddess, you are so bold, no, no, when you end your sentence, I must educate you well for the beautiful goddess."

Although he said it fiercely, in fact, Yang Fan could see that when he heard that Yang Fan was sentenced to serve, he was not so angry.

It seems that even if you want to be a servant of a beautiful woman, you can't be a servant without a certain strength.

In this way, Xiaoqing, who can successfully become the servant of Lord Catherine, the student council president, must be extraordinary.

"You kid, you must not be disrespectful to my goddess, hear it, otherwise you will wait to be taken to the garbage dump to collect the body."

While speaking, Sparta put his hands into fists in front of him again, tensing the muscles of the whole body, I have to say, even Yang Fan, who has a completely normal orientation, has a moment of trance, this guy is really handsome and handsome, burly and strong, and his body is a mess.

In addition to the behavior he showed was a bit brainless, no matter how you look at it, this is a super rich and handsome.

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't answer, Sparta felt that he had lost face, and threatened again, "Boy, I warn you again, don't do anything to my beautiful goddess, otherwise...... Hmph, the important thing is that there are many brothers, let me tell you, there are 299 ** like my brother, you look over there. ”

Looking in the direction of Sparta's finger, on the far road, there were a group of guys with the same shape as the brother in front of them, some drinking, some playing cards, messy and unpresentable.

It turned out to be really Spartan 300, and the cosplay spirit of this world once again refreshed Yang Fan's lower limit.

"Okay, I got it." For this kind of mentally handicapped child, there is no point in entanglement at all.

Serious with a brain-dead? As everyone knows, if you are serious, you will be defeated.

"Hmph." Hearing Yang Fan's answer, Dugu Meili snorted fiercely, revealing infinite coldness.

"What belongs to my sister, how can I still hold you after entering my sister's territory?" Dugu Meili sneered secretly.

"Far away, there is a girl, her name is Dugu Meili. Someone has a legend that her eyes look to make you younger. Whoever gets her embrace will never grow old. ……”

Yang Fan had already followed Dugu Meili into the building in Area A, and he could still hear the high-pitched singing voice of Sparta.

Soon, though, another voice caught Yang Fan's attention.

Inside the Block A building is a long corridor with rows of small rooms on either side of the corridor, and a staircase leading up to the corridor at the end of the corridor.

Passing through the two rows of small rooms, some strange noises kept coming from inside. For example: "r~o~o~m", "wardrob", "a little harder", "ohmygod"...... Something like that.

Some rooms didn't even have their doors closed, and when I looked in from the outside, I saw some Night Elf women, dressed in strange black robes, holding lit white candles in their hands, in the blood-colored six-pointed star magic array on the ground, as if they were summoning something.

Due to the angle in the center of the magic array, Yang Fan didn't see what it was, but this voice, this atmosphere, this strong sense of familiarity, plus the wind of the Dark Holy Sect, could this be the truth of the Holy Sect......

"What are the rooms on either side for?" Yang Fan finally couldn't help but ask.

"The fitting room." Dugu Meili seems to be accustomed to this kind of scene.

"We're Night Elves." I didn't say anything more, just this simple sentence, which was enough.

The words that Song Lei often recited on her lips sounded in Yang Fan's heart like a blessing: "Elves are a very open race. ”

Recalling the game setting, Yang Fan also recalled the original game plot.

For tens of thousands of years, the Night Elves who lived happily by the Well of Eternity had only three kinds of entertainment every day, and that was definitely not eating, sleeping, and beating beanie, but studying magic, entering the Emerald Dream, and doing, loving to do.

Elves are really an open race, and this openness has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and has long been integrated into their bloodline.

Finally passing through this long corridor, Yang Fan followed Dugu Meili to the second floor.

This bizarre architect, absolutely damn it!

When he came to the second floor, Yang Fan found that the stairs leading to the third floor were actually at the other end of the corridor, that is, he had to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the second floor again.

Unlike the various black mass auras on the first floor, the second floor can be described as an exhibition of various tortures, and the second floor doesn't care whether the door is open or not, the entire corridor and the walls between the rooms are all made of transparent glass.

Seeing this, Yang Fan finally knew that what kind of leather whips, candles and the like were all pediatrics.

Feeling the spurt of blood in his body, Yang Fan could only close his eyes and repeatedly recite silently in his heart: "If the heart is clear, the sky will not fall, if the heart is clear, the sky will not be shocked, if the heart is clear, the sky will not be shocked......"

Yang Fan finally truly understood the definition of the Dark Holy Sect outside: a society that advocates blood and **.

On the third floor, there is a display of humanoid demons and night elves.

On the fourth floor, there is a display of non-humanoid demons and night elves.

……

Even the countless recitations of the Ice Heart Recipe could not bring a trace of coolness and sanity to Yang Fan, and just when Yang Fan's reason was about to give in to **, in the corner of Yang Fan's backpack, a small dark blue bead that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly emitted a faint light.

A trace of icy breath, a trace of the divine power of the god of elements, this small bead actually has the purest water divine power of the god of elements, and gradually penetrated into Yang Fan's body, dispelling the endless churning ** in his body.

This is the small bead that Yang Fan picked up on the strange fish in Shibei Lake, there is no name, I don't know what it is for, anyway, it doesn't take up space, Yang Fan has been throwing it in his backpack, and then he slowly forgot about it.

His eyes returned to clarity again, and Yang Fan found that he and Dugu Meili were still standing on the first floor where they had just entered the door.

A look of incredible surprise flashed across Dugu's beautiful face. What kind of magical teenager is this, who can actually break the psychedelic formation of the Dark Holy Sect.

Unlike the Changle Gang, which also relies on psychedelic reagents to enjoy the thrill, the methods of the Dark Holy Sect are more sophisticated.

Whether it is witchcraft or dark magic, illusion attacks that directly act on the soul are common, and the study of the soul in black magic is far ahead of orthodox magic theory.

In the Dark Holy Sect, a large number of such dark magic arrays have been arranged.

On the one hand, it can be used as the basic fortification of the headquarters, and on the other hand, deliberately triggering the dark magic circle is simply the greatest benefit of joining the Dark Holy Cult, which is a perfect enjoyment.

Ordinary sect members will deliberately fall into the magic circle and enjoy it infinitely, until the last trace of spiritual power is exhausted, and they are forcibly withdrawn and return to reality.

A newcomer like Yang Fan, who obviously didn't know anything about illusion, was actually able to break the psychedelic circle and free himself from endless temptation, which was only done by the Dark Holy Sect Master, Yi Wei'er when she first entered the school.

"What's the fuss, let's go." Dugu Meili pretended to be casual and pulled Yang Fan to the corridor on the first floor.

Just now those voices came again.

"What are the rooms on either side for?"

"Fitting room, we're Night Elves."

Familiar conversations, familiar scenes, but Yang Fan knew that this time, it was not an illusion.

Coming to the end of the corridor, Dugu Meili opened a small hidden door and said to Yang Fan with a smile: "Come in, this is my room." ”

Uh, it turned out that I didn't go upstairs.

The feeling in Yang Fan's heart was empty, and he didn't know whether it was comfort or disappointment.

Dugu Meili didn't give Yang Fan time to sigh, and pulled him in, "My servant, start accepting the punishment, the timer begins!" ”