Spicy hands cut the fairy girl, angry to save the pretty woman?

Don't talk nonsense.

Immortal Gu is obviously chopped off by Fengbei with a knife, right?

The "Experience" is equivalent to "history", and the details are appropriate.

Zheng Xiu glanced at it, rubbed his fingers, but didn't rub them off, so he had to give up.

Looking back, there is an extra column on the paper [fit].

Zheng Xiu subconsciously picked the pimple on his forehead, his mind moved slightly, and blood-red twenty-sided dice flew out from the center of his eyebrows.

The first time he stared at the dice, he saw himself curled up in the middle, trapped in the apparition.

Now the dice have changed again, and the numbers on the remaining nineteen sides have changed slightly, but the side of "one" is as clear as a seal, and when you look closely, you can vaguely see the shape of [Purgatory].

"Purgatory."

Kakaka.

The flesh of Zheng Xiu's palm bloomed, and the white bones pierced the flesh and stretched out.

Zheng Xiu watched as his bones pierced through his flesh and was burned by the black flames in the blink of an eye, and then the appearance of the chains that he transformed little by little, and finally the burning flames stretched all the way, and the flames at the end of the chains suddenly solidified, turning into two large scimitars with hideous shapes.

"Am I still human?"

This feeling of a weapon growing out of his body made Zheng Xiu feel a little uncomfortable, but he was soon attracted by the strangeness of [Purgatory].

In the center of the two scimitars, thin black lines stretched out in the field of vision, and finally turned into a surging empty groove.

On the table, a few green flames that had nowhere to be placed lit up, blazing, a little restless—a trait that should have been installed in the avatar trait slot.

"Will it be ......?"

With such an obvious hint, Zheng Xiu felt that as long as he was not stupid, he could see what it meant.

Even the "highlight reminder" is coming.

He beckoned to one of the lovely green flames in surprise.

The flame was in Zheng Xiu's hands.

Card.

He casually snapped the [Tracking] in.

The green flames are inlaid in the empty grooves, rounded and unified.

Ahh

Can you still play like this?

How can the [prisoner] door be so free?

The ontology and the incarnation seem to be two extremes.

The freedom of the body is greatly restricted.

But the incarnation seems to contain infinite possibilities.

Whoa—

Zheng Xiu danced the double chains in his heart, and the double chains slammed against the rusty fence, bursting with dazzling sparks, and the ashes were bounced back into his hands.

There is no target to kill at this moment, but when Zheng Xiu threw out the chain blade, he did feel it, and at the moment of the shot, the two scimitars of the [Purgatory] seemed to be looking for something, and there was a little more weird agility.

Can his chain knife track his target?

Outrageous.

Zheng Xiu was dumbfounded.

Isn't that what it is...... Weapon plugins?

Even more outrageous than that.

"Wave~"

Zheng Xiu unplugged the [Tracking] and tried other traits that should have been inserted in the avatar one by one.

All of them!

What's even more exaggerated is that even [medical science] can be inserted!

Anything can be plugged in.

[Purgatory] with [Medical] inserted, the special effect has changed slightly. There were a few green flowers floating on the flames of Hessesen.

Zheng Xiu slammed it a few times, but didn't feel anything unusual.

But he had a bold idea.

Could it be that this [Purgatory] with [Medical Theory] will become a kind milk blade?

The kind that can cure the disease by inserting two brothers into the ribs?

If he had seen the thaumaturgist fighting with his own eyes, Zheng Xiu would have thought that such an idea was ridiculous.

But after watching Yueyan fight with the deaf, crippled and blind trio with his own eyes, Zheng Xiu's pattern was opened, and he felt that in the world of thaumaturgists, everything was possible.

"Cheating!"

Rao is Zheng Xiu, who can also deal with tens of millions of family assets, and he can't help but shout in the face of such a kaleidoscopic weapon.

Look at the [fit] column, [Purgatory] is just the beginning, far from the end.

When he unlocks a few more forms of weapons and installs different plug-ins in different forms, won't he have endless possibilities?

Why only plug in one!

You can't plug it all in, what a waste!

The greedy Master Zheng was a little heartbroken.

His mood at the moment is like those old prostitutes who look at the young girls who are full of green buildings, but they have more than enough energy to do so.

The flaws are not hidden, but they are still fragrant.

Master Zheng held the [Purgatory] in his hand, looking at the gratifying green flame on the double knife, and his heart suddenly became proud.

Even if it's that Fengbei! …… Ahem, forget about Fengbei.

"It's not that you can't beat Fengbei, cough cough, your own people, it's not necessary."

Zheng Xiu was a little weak when he talked to himself, but he still said it.

Once the is blown out loudly, the confidence will naturally rise.

After pushing open the eighth door.

On the side of the [Zheng Shan] and [Zheng Evil] incarnations, there is a hazy figure.

Apparently, he was already able to create a third avatar.

With the increase of incarnations, Zheng Xiu is now more particular.

The first is to consider how the attributes of this avatar are configured.

The second is to consider what relationship should be involved before the new incarnation is revealed, simply put, generation.

Zheng Shan is Zheng Haoran's brother;

Zheng Evil is the son of Zheng Shan, and at the same time may be the son of Zheng Xiu.

As for the third incarnation...... Can't you have a second brother?

Now that the situation in the imperial city is surging, the Zheng family's brotherhood, clairvoyance, and shunfeng ears make many people jealous.

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and thought carefully.

"That's right! As the so-called ginger is still old and spicy, if the Zheng family wants to be stable, it must have an existence similar to 'Old Ancestor'! ”

"The 'family ancestor' can not be born, but there must be."

"Zheng Shan can do it, but it's not very convenient to use it now, in case Fengbei catches him...... Very troublesome. ”

"Moreover, the seniority is not high enough."

"I need an avatar who is higher than my father."

"Enough to suppress all the incarnations of Xiaoxiao!"

"An avatar that makes everyone tremble!"

"I need to create a legend for this incarnation!"

"This has to borrow Fengbei's deterrent power."

While thinking, the figure of a mold lake gradually took shape in Zheng Xiu's mind.

However, it is very difficult to create this avatar, and it takes a lot of time and experience to brush up on that basic attribute alone.

"If only there were more detailed rules."

Zheng Xiu said to himself, he always felt that the randomness of creating an avatar was too great, difficult to control, and full of "variables".

You know, there actually is. 】

When he was talking to himself in his heart, Zheng Xiu suddenly brushed out a line of words in front of his eyes.

This sudden text made Zheng Xiu stand up from his chair in fright, looking suspicious.

A drop of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Zheng Xiu's forehead.

Only then did he remember that when he suddenly stretched out his chains and turned into a new weapon in the ghost of the Xiangu Temple, he had a certain degree ......of "interaction" with the text.

Why was such a strange thing ignored by him?

Zheng Xiu's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he only felt extremely strange now, as if the thought of "doubt" had been erased from his mind.

Once the thought of "doubt" is born again, one thought after another seems to have been suppressed for a long time, and it pops up one after another.

Anyway, this [Prisoner] is not a board game in the first place, where did the Secret Keeper (KP) come from!

Why did I subconsciously think that the narrator was a secret keeper in the first place?

The normal board game Keeper is played by a real person!

But here, in this world, who will play this dog KP?

Zheng Xiu looked around, and there was no one in his heart. But the "sense of dialogue" that the text gave him suddenly made him feel that this place was ghostly, which made him shiver in his back.

[You are shocked by the sudden change. 】

[You've always thought that this is similar to a group game, where there is a "Secret Keeper (KP)" that doesn't actually exist. 】

[You suddenly find out now that this keeper of secrets may be...... exists. 】

[This terrible thought, which seems to have been deliberately ignored by you, makes you feel creepy. 】

"Don't play dumb for me in the second person, who the hell are you?"

[Is there a possibility that you suddenly had another thought, in the Xiangu Temple, your conversation with the Secret Keeper (KP) is more like a conversation between you and yourself, more like listening to your own heart. 】

Zheng Xiu cautiously leaned against the edge of the prison - even if he knew that this was the cage of his heart, he could not escape, but this action still brought Zheng Xiu a sense of security.

The words floated line by line, brushing on all sides of Zheng Xiu's body, like a smaller "text cage" enveloping him.

As soon as his eyebrows were raised, Zheng Xiu opened his mouth and scolded: "Dog kp." ”

[You are looking in a mirror at the moment, looking at yourself in the mirror, and you feel that the reflection is another stranger, who may behave differently. 】

"Dog KP."

You feel like you're scolding yourself. 】

"Dog KP."

[You gradually suspect that your thoughts are just an illusion, and that the "prisoner" is just an ordinary way. 】

"Dog KP."

You are ashamed of your foolish thoughts. 】

"Dog KP."

【…… Ah, you suddenly remember that the rule book exists, and on the last page of the rule book, there is a real 'rule book'. 】

A purple book as thick as a few bricks stacked on top of each other, 10,000 pages thick, floated in from outside the prison and landed quietly on the table.

Two drops of cold sweat dripped from Zheng Xiu's forehead.

Whoa—

On the purple cover of the rule book, there was a big blood-red eye, and the eyes were erect, and they were actually spinning.

Of course, Zheng Xiu didn't touch it, but the book opened on its own.

Whoa—

Zheng Xiu glanced at it, and it was full of unintelligible words.

Glancing over one of the pages, it seemed to read, "Wangwang-"

Even dog language?

All the way to the last page.

The last page turned out to be a groove.

Hidden in the recess is a pamphlet.

The booklet is pure white, which seems to be what the text calls the "Inside Rule Book".

This way of collecting books makes Zheng Xiu feel that this [rule book] seems to be a hidden ** in the table, which is not very serious.

[Do you want it?] 】

“…… Want. ”

A golden light fell from the sky and landed above Zheng Xiu's head.

This strange special effect made Zheng Xiuhu look up suspiciously, and the tension was instantly dispelled.

A special effect of "Daigo empowerment".

[You are right-mouthed, enlightened, comprehend the true meaning of wealthy businessmen, and understand the way of "unscrupulous means". 】

[The talent of "no business and no treachery" is improved, and it reaches the realm of perfection. 】

[You completely believe that this is your own heart. 】

"Dog kp, who believes your nonsense, you honestly say that you are not some thousand-year-old remnant soul ready to take away, or the old man who failed to ascend is unwilling to succumb to the machine spirit or something."

[Distorted cognitive failure.] 】

[Trickery: Jiazi, the current fit is "one/twenty". 】

[You want to know the answer.] 】

[Then ......]

Opposite Zheng Xiu.

The gray mist seemed to turn into wriggling tentacles.

The well water, which has always been with the heart prison, does not interfere with the mist of the river water, and some of them suddenly poured into the prison.

Opposite the bone chair, the mist was like a hazy mirror, and it was like a pure shadow.

Zheng Xiu's whole person froze on the other side of his heart, watching the strange changes with cold eyes.

I don't know why, but he always felt that it wasn't a bad thing.

He had always wondered why the heart prison existed.

What is the gray fog beyond the heart prison, and what is in the depths of the gray fog.

He watched quietly at the gray mist that poured into his heart.

Suddenly.

A pair of long, white hands stretched out from the fog.

Only hands.

The two hands stretched out in the fog spread out flatly.

Text is no longer brushed out.

After the two miserable white arms were spread out, there was no longer any change.

But this gesture seems to be saying to Zheng Xiu:

"You may be seated."