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Lingzhongjing, the island in the middle of the lake.
Looking up, the sky is as black as ink, and the forest on the island is filled with solid shadows.
At this moment, there is a small bell hanging on the top of every tree in the forest. Those bells all emit a silver shimmer, like lonely lamps, lighting up the night, creating a strange picture.
"Heh... the expected result." Bell Demon walked in front of Feng Bujue with a smirk, "Now you should understand why the Taoist priest failed to defeat me, right?"
Feng Bujue clutched the wound on his waist, knelt on the ground, panting heavily, "Haah...cough...you're right...this is indeed...the expected result." When he said this, he actually laughed He stood up: "I knew from the very beginning that you are very powerful. A magic weapon like the Vajra Bell, which is used to exorcise evil spirits, fell into the hands of a demon like you, but was used by you instead. It can be seen... Cough..." He coughed A mouthful of blood: "You are definitely not someone to wait for."
Bell Demon's appearance at this moment is no longer that of a little girl. Her body has become no different from that of an adult, but she is wrapped in black smoke. From the outline of her figure and the voice of her voice, it can be seen that she is a woman. Her voice is about thirty years old, and other characteristics are unknown.
"Hmph... Since you already knew it, why did you instruct your companion to act separately from you?" Bell Demon said with a smile, "You said the phrase 'separate and run as long as possible'? Or in front of you?" shouted in my face."
"Is there anything wrong with my tactics?" Feng Bujue replied while forcing his body. Stand up from the ground.
At this moment, Feng Bujue was at the end of his strength. Previously, he used death poker to cooperate with the spiritual consciousness gathering technique. Forcing the bell demon to deal with himself first. Along the way, he fought and retreated, activated and stopped his skills, frequently switched equipment, and used items flexibly... Finally, he forcibly fought a bloody path in the siege of the "Wanling Evil Formation", and even worn out a lot of Lingmo HP.
But in the face of a boss who obviously cannot win by a single challenge, he will have to pay a price for this series of actions. At this moment, the five bottles of life value supplements on Feng Bujue's body have all been used up, and there is no death poker left. Although there is still one-third of his stamina left. But the survival value is only 26, and there is still a [bleeding] effect in the status bar.
It can be said that even if Bell Demon didn't give him the final blow, Feng Bujue wouldn't be able to last for a few more minutes.
Of course, Feng Bujue still had scp-500 on him, but he didn't intend to use it, because he himself felt that the situation in front of him was very likely to fail. It's probably a waste to use it.
"If you knew my strength from the very beginning, you should unite with your companions to deal with me, so that you will still have a chance of victory." Ling Mo replied: "Hmph...but you let her run away from you, Still want to procrastinate? Heh... Do you think it would be beneficial to you to prolong the battle in my territory?"
"It can't be said to be advantageous." Feng Bujue replied calmly: "I just chose... a fighting method that can win you 100%."
The bell demon froze slightly, "Oh? Let me guess... at this moment, do you want to say... that you carry some kind of powerful explosive on your body, which will detonate as soon as you die, and blow me to pieces? not left?"
"No." Feng Bujue said: "I just want to tell you that you are poisoned."
"Heh... is this the last joke you made?" Bell Demon sneered.
"The effect of this poison is very weak. Judging from your performance, no matter the moment of poisoning or after poisoning, there is no obvious feeling." Feng Bujue said: "If you are a foreign traveler like me, as long as you Just glance at the 'status bar' and you'll notice it, but unfortunately you're not."
"You make it look like that, but compared to this, I'd rather believe that you will blow yourself up." Bell Demon replied with a smile, she obviously still didn't believe it.
"There are two bases for your self-confidence. First, you think that you, as a spirit body, should be immune to things like 'poison'; second, until this second, you still haven't figured out how I Poisoned you." Feng Bujue directly explained the other party's thoughts, and continued: "Since the winning ticket is in my hands, I might as well tell you. First, I poisoned you with this..."
As Feng Bujue said, he displayed the [Goblin Gas Mask], "When I was tied to a wooden stake to talk to you, you were already poisoned. This is called 'poison attribute attack', which is unique to travelers from other worlds. You should also know that the weapons on our bodies, as long as they are not purely physical attacks, can be effective against a spirit body like you." He said, and changed the facial equipment into a hidden one: "Just It's like the submachine gun I used to shoot you before, those bullets have no effect on you, but the flames that are triggered occasionally can hurt you, can't they?"
At this moment, the bells on the surrounding trees began to shake one after another, and some even fell from the trees. This is the best proof that their owners have been shaken.
"You've been chasing me for too long, even if exercise doesn't aggravate the effects of toxins in your body, I think after this hour and seven minutes (Feng Bujue still calculated the time mentally during the escape)... Lost your HP by 1, and you are only left with 33, plus my attacks along the way..." Feng Bujue took a long breath: "In short, even if I die, you still have no time to kill my teammates. That's why I said, it's 100 percent possible..."
"Enough." Bell Demon interrupted him: "The so-called 'status', 'blood volume', 'attribute', etc. you mentioned have nothing to do with me." She said in a deep voice: "You just want to tell I, I'm about to be killed by you, right?"
"Correct." Feng Bujue said.
Suddenly, all the bells in the forest returned to calm, and the surroundings returned to a dead silence.
The black smoke dissipated, and the Bell Demon appeared in its true form. She was half a head taller than Feng Bujue, and she had the face of a European woman, her features were sharp and charming. Her skin is lavender, she has no hair, and there are curly horns on both sides of her forehead. There is no clothing on her body, from the lower half of her chest to her lower abdomen, there are hairs that look like clothes, covering some sensitive parts that are not suitable for appearing in games, and her lower body is two clean and slender thighs , connected to huge, hairy hooves below the knees.
Feng Bujue shook his head, and said earnestly: "It's too vulgar, it's really outrageous, what is this? A tube top made of hair? Do you dare to have hair all over your body, or don't grow it at all? "He complained about the system using demonic beauties to sell meat openly. While unscrupulously keeping his gaze on the opponent's towering chest, staring at the two semicircular spheres not covered by mane for a long time without blinking.
"Hmph... Your companion is right, you are an extremely narcissistic person." Bell Demon had obviously been monitoring the two players for a long time, and had a clear understanding of their conversations.
While she was speaking, she had come to Feng Bujue, looked down at him with condescending eyes and said, "Do you have to tell me all your plans before I die? If you delay me by saying something else, Maybe I died unknowingly, and your life was saved." She suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Feng Bujue's neck, and lifted it up easily: "And now, since I have Knowing that I'm going to die soon... why don't I bring another person to be buried with me?"
"Damn..." Blood oozed from the corner of Feng Bujue's mouth, his face turned purple, but he still forcibly opened his eyes wide, and continued to stare at Bell Demon's chest at a forty-five degree angle. Before the last survival value and integrity were lost together, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth resentfully: "It's really... covered... airtight..."
At this moment, there was a flash of cold light, and blood spattered. The hand that pinched Feng Bujue's neck suddenly lost strength.
Feng Bujue felt his throat loosen, and then fell to the ground, his life value stopped at 3. And the bell demon in front of him has lost his head.
The woman with horns flew up into the sky, drew a parabola, and landed seven or eight meters away. The countless bells in the woods suddenly disappeared after a few seconds.
The surrounding shadows began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sky gradually brightened. The golden sunlight at dusk pierces through the darkness like sharp knives into the forest, illuminating the island.
Before Feng Bujue could react to this series of changes, the bell demon's headless corpse chair fell twice, facing Brother Jue who was lying on the ground.
For a player with a survival value of only 3, the probability of being hit by such an object weighing at least 50 kilograms and turning into white light is extremely high. Feng Bujue survived a catastrophe, how could he capsize in the gutter. He rolled aside immediately, avoiding the fallen corpse. The moment the survival value fell below 2, he stuffed another scp-500 into his mouth, which cured the [bleeding] state.
"Oh... so dangerous..." Feng Bujue sat up and breathed a sigh of relief.
In the next second, his eyes met Si Yu's contemptuous eyes.
"Damn it, it's really airtight." Siyu repeated Feng Bujue's "last words" in her characteristic cold tone.
"Hey, didn't I tell you to separate from me?" Feng Bujue asked: "If you follow around like this... What if the boss kills me when I have 30% of my health left, and quickly detects you?" If we don’t know where we are, isn’t it possible for us to be wiped out?”
As if she didn't hear him, Si Yu continued to mutter: "She is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and she is half human, half goat..."
Feng Bujue replied angrily: "Are you complaining about my bad taste? Or are you envious and jealous?"
"I'm just surprised, how crazy does a person have to be, to react like you when he is about to die." Siyu smiled lightly.
"It's just a game, I'm not really going to be strangled to death." Feng Bujue spread his hands and replied in a relaxed tone.
Siyu stared at his face for a few seconds, hesitated to speak. In the end, she still didn't say anything, only said: "Maybe."
After that, she walked slowly to his side, sat down with her knees hugged, and silently handed him two bottles of survival value supplements. (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets,
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