walked for about ten minutes, and Lu Mingfei didn't know how long it was, and the multi-functional watch sent by Lao Xia Tou didn't follow him into the dream, so he couldn't judge the specific time.

Thankfully, his HP has recovered to three-quarters along the way, so he doesn't have to worry about being poked to death by mobs that jump out at any time.

Through the golden glimmer of the eyes of the suspected skeleton monster bird in the sky, you can see that this space is huge, and there are dozens of railroad tracks on the ground, which are deliberately arranged into a spiderweb-like structure.

I don't know what they were originally used for, Lu Mingfei can smell a cinder smell, could it be that this was a coal transportation point before?

He glanced at the kerosene lamp in the cloaked man's hand, and prayed that the other party's hands would not tremble, otherwise he would be able to experience the death of the king back then.

But Di Xin is accompanied by the fox spirit, and there is a mysterious and kind person by his side......

Hiss~ No, why did you substitute yourself for the king for no reason?

Lu Mingfei abandoned distracting thoughts and concentrated, worried that he would be pulled into the illusion again, and followed the cloaked man step by step.

Stepping on the rusty tracks, the two finally saw the end of the subway.

It was a hand-hewn rock wall, full of foundations left by machinery, and a fusiform cement platform attached to the rock wall, like a trestle bridge into the sea, deep into the railroad tracks, Lu Mingfei guessed that this should be the coal transportation point.

It's just that it is already surrounded by a flock of skeleton monster birds, and he can't think of a way to pass safely even if he racks his brains.

Just now the cloaked man on the road talked to him about science, those skeleton monster birds were called ghost car birds in ancient times, and now people are used to calling them sickles.

Although they bear little resemblance to ferrets, they resemble birds in appearance, have habits closer to bats, have a well-developed sense of hearing, are ridiculously fast, and feed on blood.

Koji-san recalled that in the illusion, he was a little frightened when he was treated as a cafeteria by this group of monsters, and he was almost sucked dry.

In order not to be discovered, the kerosene lamp had been extinguished, and Lu Mingfei and the cloaked man hid behind a few boxes and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure the exit is there?" ”

He's been playing games for so many years, and he's never seen so many monsters guarding the exit.

"Yes, the weasel is a very territorial creature, and the male weasel usually guards the hole in the nest in groups to prevent foreign enemies from invading."

The cloaked man was doing popular science very seriously, and then seemed to see Lu Mingfei's worries, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I will take you out intact." ”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Mingfei almost thought that it was Zhao Zilong, a white horse and silver spear standing in front of him, ready to take him, the infant young master, to kill seven in and seven out of the sickle group, and finally rushed out of the encirclement wearing a blood-stained gray robe, and said "Fortunately, not disgraced" to Master Xia and Senior Brother Leng Mian who came to help.

Not to mention that the cloaked brother is holding a burning stick in his hand instead of a heroic gentian, his son Lu is three heads taller than this masked dragon, making people carry it on their backs!

The reverse is pretty much the same.

Lu Mingfei, who was thinking about being strong, clicked on the inventory, wanting to see if he had completed the task when he arrived at the terminal, and if there were any newly unlocked props.

Sure enough, the fantasy boy wasn't too lucky, and there were three more things in his inventory besides a lighter, cigarette key, and nail clipper.

They are a PHS with cat and mouse stickers, three green arrow gum left, and a bottle of Jianlibao.

"Who is this pit?!" Lu Mingfei almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, do you dare to give some useful props in this broken game?

You just copy Uncle Xia's setting, you can't understand how to copy it, give me a divine light stick and directly transform into a Diga second, every second and second air, isn't it?

It's all dreaming and it's so shabby, who is it to stumble.

Lu Mingfei was speechless and took out the chewing gum and put it in his mouth, and handed one to Brother Zilong.

The little dragon girl who was wearing a cloak and an inner height didn't expect that the person opposite would dare to be distracted on such a serious occasion, and she almost pinched his neck to make him sober up.

But people's kindness can't be wasted, so they can only take it and stuff it into their pockets.

In order to prevent the unobtrusive actor from making any more commotion operations, she is ready to speed up the filming progress.

handed over the kerosene lamp to the actor, and the chief director Xia Mi danced a stick flower, leaving an understatement of advice:

"You're right here, don't move around, I'll go and go back."

As soon as the words fell, she carried her stick and rushed straight towards the scythe group at an alarming speed.

Lu Mingfei froze in place, stunned as he watched the cloaked man transform into Zhao Zilong, a burning stick dancing impenetrable, and he simply blocked all the scythes that pounced.

The capeed brother's thin body tossed and turned in the scythe group like a spinning top, obviously wearing a cloak that was in the way, but he could accurately block the sneak attack in the blind spot, and every time he dodged to dodge the attack, a scythe was bound to be out.

But it's clear that Brother Cloak's attack is a bit weak, too small in front of an endless horde of scythes, and if there is no other means of attack, he will only be consumed alive.

Lu Mingfei was a little anxious, he really wanted to rush out to help Brother Zilong, but his combat effectiveness was too low, and he could only cause chaos to others.

Just as he was frowning, he suddenly found that his health was full, and his exhaustion was swept away.

Obviously, it was still three-quarters just now, how could it be full in the blink of an eye?

Suddenly, he remembered the Green Arrow chewing gum just now: "Could it be that this thing is a healing elixir?" ”

Could the other items have the same magical effect?

Lu Mingfei took out PHS and tried to call the police, but there was no signal at all in this unknown space as he expected.

Looking at the other props, they are all things to eat, drink and have fun, and they don't look like they can be conducive to fighting.

In line with the principle of preferring to believe it rather than not, Lu Mingfei chose the most lethal prop in it - cigarettes of unknown brands.

The packaging says that smoking is harmful to health, maybe this thing is a poisonous smoke that can be poured when it is lit, Brother Zilong should be able to last a while while wearing a mask, and when things happen, there will be green arrows to detoxify him and return blood.

But before he could tear the plastic film off the cigarette, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the battlefield in the distance.

"Boom ——!!!"

Looking up, I saw that Brother Zilong, who was originally surrounded by the sickles, was holding a long stick and sweeping thousands of troops, and the clear ripples shook all the sickles around him like a shock wave, looking simply domineering, cool and majestic.

Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded, and said in his heart that no wonder people have the confidence to say that they will not lose a single hair, and they dare to love the real big guy.

Forgive him for using Zilong to describe the cloaked brother at the beginning, because he has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, just this amazing stick method and the streamer brought up when the stick is released, how can it be a modern version of the Monkey King.

"Like the demon lord in the sky, he is really a god of Tai Sui in the world."

In this situation, Lu Gongzi, who has just reviewed "Water Margin" recently, involuntarily read out this poem describing Wu Erlang, and I feel that it is really a little milk cat going to the bathhouse - wonderful (meow) extremely (urgent)!