The human-headed ghosts over there did not approach each other for some unknown reason.
After seeing the figure on the coffin, I was still a little timid.
Feng Nai under the moonlight, for some reason, looked very much like the owner of this castle.
Probably has something to do with his posture.
After all, few people would look up their faces leisurely and enjoy the crescent moon in the sky under such circumstances.
The coffin was completely black, Feng Nai supported it with one hand, pinched the rose with the other, and brushed the hem of his clothes, with a slender figure and a curved chin, which was beautiful and clear.
It was also the first time for the ghosts to encounter this kind of player. They looked at the corpse under his feet.
One of them finally worked up the courage to launch a second attack.
But it didn't wait for its claws to touch the corner of the figure's clothes.
The man had already moved, and with a sweep of the long sword, there was blood all over the ground.
His handsome pale face was turned sideways, with a slight arc at the end of his eyes.
He is obviously a player, but he looks even less like a good thing than those ghosts with heads!
This is the most intuitive reaction from the audience watching the live broadcast.
"When did he make the move?"
"I didn't see it, this speed is too fast."
"It has nothing to do with speed, the key is that he didn't take these ghosts with heads seriously?"
"When Miss Jungle was here just now, he wasn't so cold-blooded, he looked like a demon."
"Just now... he played as a support, covered his face, and was a soft support, the kind who relied on others to lie down and win."
"What's going on now?"
"I feel more and more familiar."
"He seems to scare the ghosts."
"This is a game, what are you talking about, the ghost with the head is the boss in the game, how could it be frightened."
"Don't forget, this dungeon is different, the boss in it seems to have emotional value."
"No matter how much emotional value there is, players who find intruders will also attack."
It does attack.
Only the movement of the attack has changed.
When the next wave came up, it changed from one to seven, those little eyes looked carefully, a little cautiously.
Feng Nai seemed to be smiling, but just as he was about to move, a figure floated out of his eyes.
Just because of that figure.
He temporarily changed his actions.
One stopped, and the whole person hid back in the coffin.
It doesn't matter if you hide.
The ghosts who were hiding were unable to attack, and question marks appeared on the program.
The people watching the live broadcast were even more astonished. What is this buddy doing
Before they could react.
There was a sound effect in the game.
The scimitar was drawn out and fell, and the screen was filled with the howling of the ghost with the head.
And in the center of the group of ghosts with human heads, there was also a long and tall figure.
It's Mo Bei.
Her knife was hanging on one side, the blood on the blade dripped on the ground, her clear face remained expressionless as usual.
In addition to looking down at the coffin, there was a trace of deep meaning.
After dealing with the boss at his feet, Mo Bei paced over and looked down into the coffin.
Feng Nai's face was still stained with blood from just now.
A good-looking person probably has a natural advantage.
Just like now, even though it has a dark atmosphere, it still gives people a beautiful and noble feeling.
"Why did you come here? I was almost eaten alive by these inhuman things."
When Feng Nai said this.
The expressions of the people in the live broadcast room are empty.
Wait, when did he get eaten alive.
Obviously he was eating those ghosts alive.
"It's too dark in here."
Fuck!
Still pretending? ? !
(end of this chapter)