At the same time, Fang Xingyang saw an abrupt red dot appear on his "personal page".

ENTER TO CHECK, AND THE ATTRIBUTES OF MY WHOLE BODY ARE THE SAME AS BEFORE, EXCEPT FOR A BUFF THAT HAS NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE-

[Guardian of the Lost Realm: A steady stream of recovery power is acting on your body, and your recovery speed is increased by 27,000%]

Fang Xingyang was shocked by the unbelievable array of numbers, and then, the tired cry of the dark elf came from that bright spot:

"Let's go! I can't hold it anymore......"

The voice seemed to be only one step away from him, but the voice of the dark elf sounded painful as if it was being held back by something.

Fang Xingyang rushed to her side and saw that the dark elf was floating in the air, holding something like a jade pendant in her hand, and her whole body was emitting a faint fluorescence, as if she was casting some kind of spell.

"Let's go! You're with me, I can't lose you again this time! ”

Fang Xingyang shouted, hugged her down, and looked at the shattered building behind him.

It looked uninhabited, and the furnishings in the room were covered with a layer of dust.

Fang Xingyang hugged the dark elf and fled towards the inside of the building.

Behind him, the two rings seemed to have lost their purpose, the chaotic sound stopped temporarily, and Fang Xingyang ran all the way to a locked wooden door with the dark elf in his arms.

Fang Xingyang stepped down, and the entire wooden door was kicked off the door frame, smashing the ground and causing dust to fly all over the house.

But then came to his ears a familiar low roar.

Before the dust could clear, a thick black tentacle pulled in his direction from the front.

He ducked behind the wall, his tentacles striking the wall, causing a shaking like an earthquake.

"Damn, what the hell is this? The system is big, is there any trick to kill this thing? ”

Fang Xingyang leaned against the wall with the dark elf in his arms and asked profusely.

But rarely, the system did not answer him.

In addition to the dust in front of Fang Xingyang's eyes, there was only the countdown that was less than nine minutes left.

"Good brother...... I'm so cold, I don't want to fight anymore, can you take me away? ”

In Fang Xingyang's arms, the dark elf curled up into a small ball and said tremblingly.

"Good! Okay, don't be afraid, it will get better soon, hold on with me for another eight minutes, although I don't know what will happen in eight minutes, but it will definitely be fine! ”

Fang Xingyang said in a panic, and subconsciously leaned into the corner of the wall a little.

Beside him, the sound of buildings being violently destroyed sounded one after another, and large pieces of building debris began to fall from the top of Fang Xingyang's head.

Even the wall behind him was half shattered under his gaze.

The Dark Elf seemed to have exerted too much physical exertion just now, and at this moment she shrank in his arms as if someone had twitched her spine, and she kept trying to slide between his arms.

Fang Xingyang simply carried her onto his shoulder, and pressed the free hand on the soul lamp.

The protective soul fire that spread from within the soul lamp protected him and the dark elves.

In the next second, with a terrifying roar, the outer wall of the building behind them collapsed, and Fang Xingyang's whole person was crushed by the collapsed outer wall.

The soul fire of the soul lamp is mainly dominant in terms of magic attacks, and in the face of such heavy building fragments, the protective effect that the soul fire can play is not outstanding.

Fang Xingyang's leg was crushed under a huge building fragment, and the dark spirit slipped off his shoulder, but fortunately he was not injured.

But under Fang Xingyang's pressed leg, there was a sudden sad scream.

It was the projectile pitcher who had been in his pocket all the time.

[Ding-Warning!] Your [Exclusive Companion Projectile Pitcher] takes fatal damage! 】

[Ding - [Equipment Advancement Points]*1 currently remaining, upgrade it or use healing magic to avoid its death!] 】

This wave of the system's second broadcast was like a thunderbolt, so that Fang Xingyang didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

From the moment that wall collapsed, the screams in his leg pocket never stopped, and Fang Xingyang's heart felt as if it was pinched fiercely by a claw.

After getting that bit of equipment advancement points, he was still torn between the few items that could be amplified at first.

Amplified weapons greatly increase attack, and amplified bullet pouches greatly improve the combat experience......

What about this little thing? He just felt like a development game, but he never really thought about it.

And now, does the system mean that if he doesn't kick it up, this little thing will die?

Fang Xingyang had never considered this, he just thought that if he kept this little thing in his pocket, it would always be safe......

But in this situation, he can't even protect himself!

The whereabouts of the store manager and the sorcerer are unknown, and the dark elves are also exhausted to save him, and there are more than five minutes left in the countdown......

The destroyed building seemed to make the two rings lose their purpose again for a while, giving Fang Xingyang time to push away the fragments of the building.

The splinter was pushed away, and the little thing that was trying to get out of his pocket was already hanging on the edge of his pocket as if it had lost its strength, staring at him with a dying breath.

The pair of eyes that are as vivid as wood carvings are full of longing for life......

"Okay, I'll give you an advancement, for the sake of you who also wanted to save me before......"

Fang Xingyang muttered, raised his hand and touched the head of the projectile pitcher.

[Ding——You have used [Equip Advancement Points] on [Exclusive Companion Projectile Pitcher], and Projectile Pitcher has gained Advancement!] 】

As the system announced, a bright light spread from his hand to the projectile pitcher.

The brightness of that light was so high that it even overwhelmed the protective soul fire on the surface of his body.

The projectile pitcher was gradually overshadowed by the bright light emitted by his hand, and some of the stats about the little thing changed dramatically:

[[Exclusive Partner: Projectile Pitcher] (Can be renamed, can be increased)]

[Level: 11]

[Race: Exclusive: Mutant Plant]

[Combat Strength: 90]

[Swift: 80]

[Intelligence: 13]

[Status: Pain, Doubt, Recovery]

[Ability: Telepathy: After the advancement, it has the ability to communicate with your heart, you can establish a psychic connection with it at any time, observe the battlefield from its perspective, and communicate with it through the psychic connection; Life Bond: Exclusive partners will inherit your HP by a percentage, greatly increase their vitality, and increase the healing effect of the healing methods you give it by 300%; Battlefield Bonus: When you attack the same enemy together, you deal 15% more damage and 200% more damage dealt by exclusive partners.

[Introduction: Your exclusive combat partner.] 】

"Babble-babble-"

The little thing seemed to come to life, and crawled along his arm with a call.

Finally the little thing stood on his shoulder, (*≧▽≦) rubbing against his face.

Fang Xingyang smiled helplessly, "Okay, okay...... Don't thank me, the gun and bullet bag will naturally improve after I use it for a long time, so I'll give you this chance. ”

As he spoke, he touched the little fellow's head with his fingers.

Ahead, another wall collapsed, and the building they were in shook violently.

The first floor of this two-story building was about to be shattered by those two tentacles, Fang Xingyang came back to his senses and picked up the dark elves to run away, and behind them, the shattered building collapsed.

Back down the street, a violent explosion echoed in another street not far away, presumably the sorcerer was still fighting the Chaos Necromancer's body.

Fang Xingyang looked back, and the two tentacles that were chasing him seemed to be buried underneath by the collapsed building fragments, temporarily silent.

And the countdown that the system had given him, there were only three minutes left at this time, and he decided to go back, if he could help the wizard of the spell, it would be the best.

Even if he can't help, he can share some of the firepower, so that the magician can better output.

Well, that's it!

Thinking about it, Fang Xingyang hugged the dark elf and ran in the direction where the loud noise came.

On his shoulder, the projectile pitcher seemed to be very angry, and suddenly "babble! "A bang.

A projectile glowing with energy came out of the basket and threw it towards the ruins of the building behind them.

Rumble......

[Ding - You have defeated [Hunting Tentacles], Survival XP +20, [Exclusive Partner, Projectile Pitcher] Bond +3]