Chapter 68 This Enemy Is Too Weak
Chapter 68 68. This enemy is too weak
No. 11 walked leisurely deep into the forest while humming a tune.
It took a lot of effort to get to District 51 from District 48, but fortunately he had connections in the military and could take a direct military airship.
But what he didn't expect was that player No. 10 was actually in the Evil Dragon Forest, which saved him a lot of effort.
If you kill people in the Evil Dragon Forest, you basically don’t have to worry about being traced by the Holy Ministry.
According to the previously detected information, Player No. 10 has only been promoted to the first-level spiritual master for a few days. There should be several spiritual robes in the spiritual master association during this period, but none of them are too proficient, so it is not difficult to deal with them.
After No. 10 is solved, the number of life points will be doubled in the hunting phase, that is, 8 health points. Killing the head will award an additional 3 health points, for a total of 11 points.
Plus his own remaining 13 life points, a total of 24 points.
With so many points, you can definitely buy the last spiritual material in the next round of evolution, and maybe there will be enough left to buy additional game skill cards or C-level spiritual clothes.
Happy~No. 11 hummed and pushed aside the branches, and soon came to an open space.
The blood moon hung high in the sky, and the dark forest was silent.
He looked down at the location card, which showed that No. 10 was at his place, but there was no one around.
"strangeness."
He frowned and his eyes turned into vertical pupils like snake eyes. He looked around, but still didn't find any fluctuations in spiritual pressure.
"It's interesting~"
He sneered, "Do you think I can't find you if you don't hide?"
As he spoke, he made a provocative gesture of cutting his throat and said with a grin, "Wait, I said I'm going to make you—"
But the words only came to an abrupt end in the middle of his sentence. His joking eyes were stunned for a moment and then instantly became as empty as a puppet. A bloody blade stabbed out from his left chest silently, and crystal blood dripped down the tip of the blade. Falling into the void.
The man in white stood behind him and said coldly and softly: "There's a lot of nonsense."
The blade of the knife suddenly pulled away from his heart. No. 11 felt severe pain and fell into a trance. He was spinning and falling to the ground. In his blurry vision, he vaguely saw a woman in a black dress walking up to the man in white on black crystal high heels. She said in a cold and confused voice:
"Is this the enemy you're talking about? He's too weak."
"Indeed, I didn't expect him to be so weak, but whatever."
The conversation between the two gradually faded away, and the world fell into darkness. Why, why is No. 10 so strong? Player No. 11's consciousness gradually blurred in fear and despair. The last thought before his death was only the endless confusion of "Am I really so weak?"
Men and women in white clothes and black skirts stood beside the corpse.
As Mu Qingtong stretched out his right hand with the bracelet on it, the soul with empty eyes began to lift off from the forehead of the corpse and was incorporated into a stone in the bracelet.
She picked off the stone and handed it to Xia Feng: "What do you want his soul to do? Why not just kill it?"
"Don't ask, asking is of great use."
"It's up to you, but the quality of this soul stone is average. It can only preserve the soul of the deceased for three days at most. After the time limit, his soul will be completely gone."
"I know." Xia Feng put away the stones, squatted down and started touching the corpse.
Soon, four thumb-sized glass bottles were taken out from the lining pocket of No. 11, which shone with four different lights of red, yellow, blue and green under the blood moon.
"Oh, wisdom pulp, life pulp, ice silk, Jupiter flower, everything is quite complete."
Xia Feng threw four small bottles to Mu Qingtong, "Then, here is the Jupiter flower you want."
The Jupiter flower was only half the size of a finger and was suspended in a glass vase. Mu Qingtong placed the glass vase under the blood moon and looked at it, wondering softly: "It looks like a flower that has only bloomed in the past few days. How do you know this person has Jupiter in his hand?" Flowers?”
"Don't worry about it. We have all the materials anyway. Hurry and advance to the second level." Xia Feng clapped his hands and stood up to urge, "Promote now!"
"Now?"
Mu Qingtong was a little helpless, but Jin Tong was calm, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"
The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is. Ah, the eunuch is not in a hurry, but the emperor is!
Mu Qing, my great success depends entirely on you!
Xia Feng smiled slightly: "Okay, anyway, the road ahead will become more and more dangerous. When you are in danger, I won't care about saving you~"
"I don't need your help."
"Oh? Really~"
Xia Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Then why don't you take a look at your condition? Your eyes are red and your eyebrows are black. If you continue like this, you will really be in trouble."
After Xia Feng said this, Mu Qingtong also realized that something was wrong with her, and she fell into a trance. She was about to speak, but she saw countless Xia Feng appearing around her. They looked at her with a smile, and then all took the He wiped his neck with a machete and committed suicide, splattering blood all over the world.
Xia Feng's heads rolled down to her feet one after another, like hell.
"Xia Feng. Is he dead?" Her breathing was stagnant and her eyes widened. She covered her forehead and shook her head. She quickly realized that one of the signs of disaster was seeing the thing she was afraid of.
She really couldn't hold on anymore this time.
"What a weakling, Mu Qingtong." A familiar man chuckled from above.
She raised her head and tried to open her eyes wide and focus, but Xia Feng still had a double image in front of her. Her black eyes were condescending, and she reached out and gently pinched her pointed chin.
Thin hands pressed on Xia Feng's broad shoulders. She raised her fair gooseneck and raised her chin. Her beautiful pale gold eyes suddenly woke up and she subconsciously wanted to push her away. However, the man's big hand hugged her slender waist outlined by the black skirt. .
"do not move."
As Xia Feng finished speaking softly, countless gray mist flowed up along her collarbone and neck into the palm of the man who was holding her jaw, and then disappeared into his palm completely.
Her consciousness gradually became clear, and she felt refreshed.
"How is it, does it feel good?"
Xia Feng looked down at her with a smile, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she pursed her lips and whispered: "It's okay, but can you take your hand away first?"
Xia Feng silently retracted his hand and smiled: "Do you know your shortcomings?"
Mu Qingtong stared at him for a while, but her calm and beautiful eyes slowly curved and smiled, and she whispered:
"I have to admit, Mr. Xia, you won this round."
"This round?" Xia Feng was stunned.
In the first round, the spiritual pressure was equal.
In the second round, the appearance was equal.
In the third round, the tone-deafness and IQ were equal.
In the fourth round, the dancing skills were equal.
In the fifth round, Xia Feng could stay sane under her hypnosis, but she could not resist the erosion of evil for a long time.
Obviously, she lost this round, but it doesn't matter, because... this junior is really becoming more and more interesting!
While thinking, the woman in black dress stared at Xia Feng, her beautiful eyes curved like crescent moons: "Mr. Xia, can you help me protect the magic, I'm going to be promoted to the second level."
Xia Feng's black pupils suddenly lit up, my ancestor, you are finally ready to be promoted.
He nodded and was about to speak, but frowned and looked back into the depths of the dark forest.
There is an active and strong evil force reaction approaching rapidly, and the target is very clear.