[Don't look at it yet, it will be replaced in the early morning, there is no time for today's full class, sorry]

Yan Lan was numb in pain, and she let go of her hand and knelt on the ground with paralysis, arousing cold sweat all over her body.

It hurts so much...... The body couldn't help but curl up, but it didn't dare to move for a moment, and breathing was a source of pain.

Yan Lan suppressed the desire to gasp for breath, and trembled her hand to grab the peach hairpin.

I was in a trance in front of my eyes, and I only touched it several times.

[What kind of madman does this have to be so ruthless that he pollutes and assimilates himself into a hydrasaur physique and then cuts his own bones?!] ]

[Who remembers Yan Lan when she was polluted, she said "woe and fortune rely on"? This is the blessing?! ]

[Fuck it, whoever loves this blessing wants it!] ]

[I didn't open it, Yan Lan still has to give it to herself, I dare to look at murder and don't dare to look at masochism]

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Yan Lan turned her head and spat out blood, closed her eyes hard and opened them again, panting and continuing to poke down to see the bones.

Then he held the wooden hairpin back, smashed the sternum at the moment of penetration, and spasmed his fingers to pull out a bone that was protecting his heart.

This is not a human structure, but the first bone of the heart that grows after being polluted.

【Ding! Congratulations on acquiring the "Dragon Heads Up" Festival related items! A 20-minute countdown has been rewarded. 】

[Help!] The sense of substitution is too strong, and my whole body is starting to hurt]

[Level 2 death book,Why do newcomers draw this book?,Even if the hard power is very good,But the game ID level is not high]

[Level fart.,It's all interns.,There's no official level yet.,Drawing to the second-level death book is completely against the sky.,Designated ghosts]

[Yo, this is a masochistic channel anchor?] It's really novel, the appearance is quite high, and the reward for the paradise coin ×30]

[？？！ It's really rich and weird.]

"Hoo ......"

Yan Lan gasped, and the wound began to cover the scales, rapidly growing carrion, barely stopping the bleeding.

The first time she scraped the scales, she noticed that the wound recovery was accelerated, and then the class introduced a proportional relationship between the degree of contamination and the recovery speed.

For the act of digging up bones, she may die of pain, but she will not lose blood and die of serious injuries.

In Yan Lan's opinion, this matter -

It works, it works.

"After committing illness, you can still think rationally, judge steadily, cough cough cough ......"

Yan Lan supported the ground with one hand, looked at the blood-soaked bones in her palms, grabbed them hard, and laughed lowly:

"I seem to be in remission."

[？ Don't fart! ]

[Gambling, you are obviously gambling violence, where is it stable!] ]

[Psychopathy always feels like he's not sick.] ]

[Hahahaha, this human being is so interesting, how about I be the first sister on the list?] Reward Paradise Coins×100]

[！！！ What's the case]

[I look at the ID number in front and don't see the gold-plated logo?] This is the evil boss who uses a three-star copy as a 'nightmare', what happened to the one hundred and thirty paradise coins? sprinkled with water]

【Ding! Congratulations on the 343 number of Paradise Coins you have obtained for live stream rewards, task rewards, etc.! Trigger the High Potential Newcomer Incentive (300 Paradise Coins can trigger)】

[The current audition copy ranking is 1st, and the total record of the game audition book is ranked 169th]

[The highest record of the audition is: Xinshan - 366 pieces. 】

[Tips: Break the highest record of the audition to draw a skill card for free, get a reward of 100 paradise coins, and a banner commendation in the live broadcast room of the whole game for 5 seconds!] 】

"300 pieces are up to standard, and I'm 343 now?"

Yan Lan slowly stood up on her knees, licked the bloody teeth with the tip of her tongue, and said dumbly:

"Who is so generous and directly rewarded more than 43 pieces? Is it fun to watch me self-harm? ”

[It's fun, next time I come to my site, I still have a set of torture tools in my collection]

[Big guy, she is not a contracted anchor who can't see the barrage, and only has an independent live broadcast room after signing the contract]

"Okay, if there is fate, I will definitely visit."

Yan Lan looked somewhere in the void, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile:

"There is no need for torture instruments."

[！！！！！ What the hell? ]

[Hahahaha It's easy to talk to a smart person, but it's easier if you're a little Taoist]

[I know, do you remember that the system was able to respond to Yan Lan's accusation before?] That can basically prove that the two have communicated, Yan Lan has a certain understanding of the game, and she knows the live broadcast.

[What else could the audience in this place be but evil?] What is the evil that can come up with a large sum of Paradise Coins? I have to say that her brain is spinning very fast.

[The answers to the questions and the torture tools are even simpler - she is a Taoist priest, and the best thing is to calculate, find objects, and guess the answer]

[But she's still on the camera!] ]

[Don't be stupid here!] When Xin Shan, the mortuary, and the raven audition, which one doesn't feel peeping?! ]

Yan Lan withdrew her gaze.

She could always feel the prying eyes of something, and she could guess that it was an invisible shift.

The guessing game of divination is called "shooting", which is a compulsory course for Taoist priests, and she has always been the best in the first class.

344 ......

is more than 366 and another 100, rounding up 500 paradise coins, that is about 2.5 million, not even enough to buy back a fraction of the land.

"Elder Yandao."

Zhang Wen hurriedly ran out, startled the moment Yan Lan turned around, and pointed at her open thin shirt with a trembling: "You ...... It's all right, right? ”

"Minor injuries."

Yan Lan fastened the button with one hand to cover the hideous overlapping polyps in her heart.

It doesn't look like a small injury!

Zhang Wen couldn't help but complain, and broke into the rain to support Yan Lan: "I don't know what happened to Doctor Fang." ”

"If you don't hear the announcement, you're not dead."

Yan Lan pressed her temples to relieve her trance, she could feel that her spirit was on the verge of collapse, and as soon as she relaxed her nerves, she would immediately faint:

"Even if Nalan Jin doesn't save it, there is still a magic trick."

She tried out the plan of the Dragon God Xiang case.

The nine-headed black dragon has just woken up, but it is not something that ordinary people can deal with easily, disemboweling is a trivial matter, it can't just be an arm injury, this is problem one.

Yan Lan deliberately showed the merit flail for the other party to see, and Fang Shu did capture the information, and even stopped to think, indicating that he knew this thing, which was the second problem.

The merit flail is not something that ordinary cultivators can recognize, at least it is also the core disciple of the modern cultivation sect.

Not to mention that it can be identified so quickly, plus the techniques to regulate the spirit and meridians......

This person is suitable for the bottom.

"That's good." Zhang Wen put her mind at ease and covered the top of Yan Lan's head with her hands to block the rain.

"You'd better put it down." Yan Lan was physically and mentally exhausted.

It didn't work, the wind blew and the rain hit the back of the head.

“…… Oh. Zhang Wen put down her hand in a daze.

"That, my things have been arranged, kneeling on the futon and worshipping the Bodhisattva, and the tributes are also placed on the plate, but the dragon heart bone incense is still missing."

"It's already there, I'll go into the temple to worship God."

Yan Lan turned sideways, shook off the blood after the rain washed the hairpin, and raised her hand to coil up the mixed yuan bun when the lightning lit up the sky.

Electricity pierces the darkness.

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed from being shaken, and her gaze fell right behind Zhang Wen.

See her shadow in the light of the moment.

A tentacle wriggling, a shadow hanging from a skull.