"So you mean, you have a special item that can transfer any damage?"

After listening to Jiang Lu's explanation, the ghost-faced fox was very surprised, because when they entered this spiritual realm, all their attribute skills and even props were restricted, and there was no way to bring in the things below the myth at all.

This means that the quality of this particular item is at least mythical.

But if you think about it, it's not surprising, after all, it's a prop that can defuse the attacks of the gods, and this alone makes the quality of the myth not exaggerated.

It's just that when did Jiang Bao become so rich?

No, it should be said powerful.

From the inexplicable weird flames to the current mythical props, obviously according to the time in the real world, it has only been a few days since the [Infinite Prison] was separated, why is there such a big improvement?

"Yes, otherwise I guess it's more than lucky." Jiang Lu had palpitations in his heart.

This appearance is not what he pretended, and the situation just now can indeed be regarded as a critical situation.

If it weren't for the clown mask at the bottom of the box found in his backpack, Jiang Lu would have almost forgotten that there was such a thing.

It can only be said that good people have good rewards, and people who often make good connections will not have too bad luck in the end.

Although [Ten Days of Hell] is only a restricted-level A-level spiritual domain, its gold content is still rising!

The heavy artillery didn't think about it as much as the ghost-faced fox, but it just felt that it was a good thing that Jiang Lu was safe, so he asked easily and curiously, "But where did that hand go?" ”

Jiang Lu didn't think twice: "I don't know about this." ”

"I don't think it will be fed back to other places, right?" Ghostface said nervously, "Like the real world or something." ”

"Oh, not really." Jiang Lu hurriedly reassured the ghost-faced fox: "I can still be sure of this. ”

"yes, that's good." The ghost-faced fox nodded slowly, revealing a little apology: "Maybe I'm a little sensitive, I'm just worried that if this kind of existence affects reality, I'm afraid it will be worse than the arrival of the spirit realm, and now it can't stand the toss at all." ”

"Don't worry, it won't be." Jiang Lu expressed his understanding and packed the ticket again, and the ghost-faced fox finally put his mind at ease.

Heavy Artillery thought for a moment: "But such an existence, no matter where it is transferred, I'm afraid it will be a disaster, and I hope that there are no innocent people around the target of the transfer." ”

Jiang Lu's expression suddenly became a little unnatural.

I'm really embarrassed, but it's just transferred to people. He thought silently.

He didn't know much about Lucifer, and his vision hadn't returned to his previous level, so he couldn't see what level the big hand was.

However, he estimated that Lucifer, as the Lord of Hell, should not be able to go anywhere, even if it is the full force of the Lord God, he should be able to withstand it.

Well. At least when you're prepared, you should be fine.

Thinking of this, a picture suddenly appeared in Jiang Lu's mind: Lucifer, who was stuffing a light bulb into his mouth, suffered a sudden attack to transfer damage, his throat was tightly choked, and unexpectedly because the light bulb could not be taken out, and then because of the difference in internal and external air pressure, the light bulb shattered in the trachea, and finally the picture of bleeding to death.

Well. If you don't prepare, you may not be able to do so

So Jiang Lu quietly made an oath -

If you are unfortunate enough to die, then when I make a comeback, I will take over your hell so that I don't fall into the wrong hands, and I will repay you for your substitutionary death.

Just when Jiang Lu was immersed in his greatness and the noble character of reciprocating the grace of dripping water, and was so moved by himself that he couldn't extricate himself, he didn't notice that the ghost-faced fox had called him several times.

"Jiang Bao, Jiang Bao!"

It wasn't until the heavy artillery shook his shoulder that Jiang Lu came back to his senses.

"Huh? What's wrong? Did you say anything? ”

Although helpless, the ghost-faced fox still repeated: "I said, have you noticed that there seems to be something wrong?" ”

"What?"

"The progress of the strategy is not right." Ghost-faced Fox pulled up the panel and said puzzledly: "The progress of lifting the curse has not yet reached 100%, but aren't all the people in Ulster already below?" ”

"That's right.,Although the prompt can be detached.,But the evaluation of such a strategy is estimated to be a passing level.,Is there something wrong with any link?" Heavy artillery after the realization of the afterthought.

"Hmm" Jiang Lu thought for a while, "It may be that there are still many people from villages or tribes who have not lifted the curse, right?" ”

"So what can I do about it?" The heavy artillery asked with some headaches: "Do we still have to run all over so many places?" Now that we're at war, I'm afraid it's going to be a bit difficult to find all the people. ”

"Not really, I just changed my mind."

Jiang Lu looked at Concierge who had not had time to burn to death and threw him under the palace because of the sudden change, and said thoughtfully:

"When you think about it, it doesn't seem like he's going to die too soon, at least until the curse is gone, and he'll have to live to do it.

My idea is to spare him a life and let him live in his current state, so that both outsiders who have not yet been able to lift the curse for the time being, and children who may still be cursed after birth in the future can have a guarantee. ”

"Well, this is indeed a more sensible approach, if you can set an established charter, it should be considered a complete strategy." Ghostface nodded approvingly, but for some reason, he always felt as if something was a little strange.

It has to be a heavy artillery to be straightforward: "Although it is a good deed, but how to say this process, his current appearance is a little too terrifying." ”

Looking at Concier's miserable, living dead-like appearance, even the heavy artillery felt frightened.

At least in the countless firefights he has experienced, no one who has been blown up once by a grenade necessarily looks more like a mosaic than Concieer does now.

To this, Jiang Lu's answer was: "Science requires sacrifice." ”

Hearing their words, the ghost-faced fox reacted, it turned out that the disharmony he had been feeling just now was because he looked more like a villain on his side?

But it doesn't matter, being able to conquer the spiritual realm is the king.

"So who are you going to give this state of Concierge to? In other words, who will take over the king's place? ”

Ghost-faced Fox asked again:

"I think we have to make sure that this person can't bear to save him as a blood vial, give him a chance to turn over, and I have to make sure that this person doesn't have much hatred for him, so as not to kill him directly."

"Cú Chulainn?" Jiang Lu consulted the Ghost-faced Fox's opinion.

But Ghostface shook his head almost without much thought: "No, he will definitely not bear it, and I am more worried that if he knows that his blood can be used to lift the curse, it is not good that he will sacrifice himself instead of him because of the friendship with Concierber in the past, he will definitely do it." ”

"Makes sense, too."

So Jiang Lu began to rethink this matter.

However, in the process of seriously considering how to arrange the belonging of Concierge Uncle, Jiang Lu gradually became irritable.

Because he doesn't know many people, and none of them are suitable, but finding someone he can trust again won't have to be easier than finding all the people who are still under the curse.

But just as Jiang Lu was frowning, trying to figure out how to find a trustworthy man to be the new king, a piercing voice like the harsh wind blowing on Mount Everest suddenly appeared in his mind.

This cosmic voice can only be said to be deafening and thought-provoking, so that Jiang Luru listens to Xianle's ears for a while!

He had an epiphany.

"! Makes sense! ”

"What makes sense?" The ghost-faced fox and the heavy artillery looked at Jiang Lu who suddenly frowned inexplicably.

"The front is forgotten, the middle is forgotten, and the back is forgotten." Jiang Lu solemnly copied the homework of the Voice of the Universe and said, "But why do you assume that the king must be a man? ”

"Huh?" The two looked at each other strangely: "We didn't say that."

Jiang Lu's pupils, who were still very confident just now, shook: "Ah what? It turns out that the superficial person who assumes the sex of the king is only me?! ”

Dexter's estate.

The maid, who was delayed in receiving information from the outside world, kept urging her to flee with her.

"Master, hurry up and leave with me, there are fires everywhere in the city, although we are not in danger here for the time being, but it is a matter of time before it burns here."

Sitting on the recliner and looking out the window in a daze, Dectair just shook his head slightly: "No, I won't leave, this may be the punishment from heaven, my only thought now has been extinguished by Concierber, if I can, I hope I can be freed from this punishment." ”

"But."

The maid wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Dectiel: "Go by yourself, my jewelry, my treasures, you can take them with you, they don't mean anything to me anymore, but they can help you a lot, as a reward for your dedication over the years." ”

"Nope." When the maid heard this, she shook her head resolutely: "I definitely not."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted again.

It's just that this time it wasn't Dector who was already dead in her heart that interrupted her, but Jiang Lu.

Pushing open the door with a familiar car, Jiang Lu asked Dector excitedly:

"Ade, do you want the throne?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Dectair turned his head blankly, and saw that the only thought in his words just now appeared in front of his eyes.

Her vision suddenly blurred, and her eyes were still hot, as if something was about to come out.

Ignoring what Jiang Lu said as soon as he entered the door, Dectair muttered stupidly:

"You're still alive?"

She had thought that Jiang Lu would die on the battlefield, because she knew best that no one could disobey what Concierge had decided.

Therefore, her first reaction was, could it be that Jiang Lu secretly became a deserter?

This time he absconded and came back, did he want to take advantage of the chaos to elope with him?

She thought so, and asked.

So Jiang Lu shook his head: "I didn't become a deserter, and I didn't want to elope with you, I just wanted to ask you if you wanted the throne like this." ”

"The throne?" Dectair obviously couldn't understand what Jiang Lu meant.

Perhaps thinking that the fear brought by Concierber had made the poor boy lose his mind, she got up and hugged Jiang Lu in distress: "Okay, okay, if this will put you at ease, then I'll listen to you." ”

Jiang Lu received an affirmative answer, and immediately put his mind at ease: "Great, I'll rest assured if I hand it over to you." ”

Although the maid had known about the relationship between the two for a long time, she was still a little frightened when she saw such a bold move by Dectiel, and hurriedly reminded: "Master. Also pay attention to your mannerisms. ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Dectair said softly, "The Heavenly Punishment will soon spread, and it doesn't matter now. ”

"What heavenly punishment?" Jiang Lu blinked.

"That's it." The maid was about to explain, but was interrupted again with a hat-trick.

And this time, it was a new voice that interrupted her.

It was a whimper of pain.

Following the sound, the maid found a man in the door who had been burned beyond recognition and was delirious.

The terrifying appearance made the maid, who had never seen such a scene, almost faint with fright.

Fortunately, Jiang Lu helped her in time.

He patted his head: "Look at my memory, I patronized and talked to Ade, and I forgot about him." ”

"He is." Dectiel, who came out, frowned and hid behind Jiang Lu, for some reason, this guy who couldn't see the human form gave her an inexplicable sense of disgust.

Jiang Lu hesitated for a moment, a little worried that if she told Dector all the truth at once, she would not be able to bear it.

After thinking about it, he decided to be as concise as possible, omitting some details so as not to put the other party in pain.

So he told the maid to avoid it, and then drew near to Dectiel's ear, and whispered:

"This is Concierber, he had a baby with you for another man, he's a keto."

Hearing this, Dectel was stunned for a moment, and before his brain could react, his eyes had already rolled up.

Jiang Lu held up the fallen Dectiel, and hated iron for not being steel: "Damn, is it still not okay to be so tactful?" ”

After some time, Dectel finally woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Lu, who had been guarding her.

Seeing his back lying on his stomach in front of the dresser, she was a little moved and called softly.

"Jiang Ge."

Jiang Lu was shocked when he heard this: "Are you awake?" ”

"Hmm"

"Wait a minute, I'll do a magic trick for you first." Jiang Lu didn't look back.

"What magic?"

Dextell sat up from the bed curiously, and then saw Jiang Lu transform the maid from under the dresser.

"Oh! It's amazing how you can do this! Dectair complimented in surprise.

Jiang Lu smiled slightly, and said to the maid: "You go and get busy first, I still have something to tell Dictiel." ”

The maid didn't speak, just nodded, and walked away covering her mouth.

It wasn't until the maid left that Dector became serious and asked, "What did you just say about Concierber?" ”

Seeing that Dextell seemed to have eased up a lot and was mentally prepared, Jiang Lu told her the ins and outs of the matter, and hoped that she could take over the throne and take on the responsibility of controlling Concierge.

"Is that what happened?"

Dectiel's expression was complicated:

"But I'm afraid I'll lose my control and want to kill him."

"Don't worry, I've been expecting this for a long time, so I've prepared a great scene for your revenge."

Jiang Lu dragged Concierber in the hallway, threw him into the corner, and then winked at the confused Dectiel:

"Isn't he jealous? You know what I mean, right? ”

"You mean"

"Yes!"

Dectel was silent, taking deep breaths.

Jiang Lu asked a little embarrassed, "Is it still too difficult for you?" ”

"Nope." Dectair shook his head: "This is indeed a more uncomfortable revenge for him than death, and it's not unacceptable to me, it's just that I hate, I hate that he doesn't have enough reason now, and looking at his walking corpse appearance, he can't bear the pain he deserves to the greatest extent!" ”

"Don't worry, I've expected that, too."

Jiang Lu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I'll do a magic trick for you again." ”

As he spoke, he approached the half-unconscious Concierge and recited a spell as he pulled a small bottle from his inventory.

"It's a simple healing of the head."

"First take out the old ginger's ancient method of aging (sucking saliva)"

"Pour in the cool holy water (stinging, stinging)"

"Some more used big tonic pills (add the ten perfect big tonic pills that are worn in strings) (stir)

"Soul juice. Pour to"

With the irrigation of holy water, Concierbo's vision gradually cleared and his consciousness gradually cleared.

But before he could rejoice, he found that he no longer seemed to be able to feel his body from the neck down.

Frightened, he asked in a trembling voice, "You are not Luger, who are you?!" ”

Jiang Lu took two steps back, sat on the bed, picked up the silky Dextell with one hand, and gave a thumbs up with the other: "Cao Cao, please fight!" ”

(End of chapter)