Dimensional Eroders

Suddenly, Bailang's eyes lit up, he regained his strength, and took out the 'Fuguiwan must die' from the storage space.

Then, he came to the fallen demon, and the immortal Fu Ding awarded it the title of "All things can be rich and noble pills", and then put on a collar for him. At the same time, he was distracted, opened the "inheritance menu" with his mind, and activated this core equipment.

Every Fuguiwan needs to activate the 'Personal Menu' in advance before officially inheriting 'Must Die'. This is also the only talent selection, which cannot be changed and modified, and is chosen by Bailang himself.

It can be said that a Fugui Pill can change fate against the sky? Much depends on Bailang's attitude. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this Fugui Pill itself is amazingly talented and overwhelming, and it can stand out without 'natural skills'.

Feeling it casually, Bailang lit up the second talent skill 'Little Swan' in disappointment, and activated this 'Temporary Pill'.

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Since the last comeback, "Must Die" has evolved again, and Bailang has redefined the concept of "Fugui Pill":

The Fugui Pills he will take in in the future should be divided into two types: one is the 'Temporary Pills' that all living beings and the general public can make guest appearances. They exist like temporary workers, short-lived cannon fodder. As the saying goes, "Iron-made Fugui Pills, Flowing Temporary Workers"; and the second type is the "True Fugui Pills" that can be listed in the "Inheritance Menu" and are worth remembering by yourself!

This kind of 'True Rich' is undoubtedly very good, and the next one will definitely condense the seventh inherited skill on the menu, and inherit the title of 'Eight Generations', and impress himself with its talent.

The dancer in front of him is obviously not qualified.

With the increase in the number of uses, Bailang discovered that according to the natural aptitude and individual strength of the 'Fugui Pills', the 'natural skills' that they can carry are also different.

For example, the temporary pill in front of him is too poor in aptitude to light up the 'missionary' at all. Only two of the four items of "Small Target, Dog Licking God, Little Swan, and Wall Climbing" can be lit, and then the others will turn gray. And if you choose "Wen Fu Gui の Wisdom", the rest of the skills will be grayed out.

It can be seen from this that the difference in aptitude of this fallen demon is not even as good as that of the first generation and the second generation.

The truly perfect Fuguiwan must be a great hero who wears golden armor, rides five-color auspicious clouds, and has six talents. After his death, he can be named on the menu and leave a legacy!

At this time, Bailang first selected 'Little Swan', and then lit up 'Small Target'.

This skill can be called the "Fugui Pill Version God". It can transplant an instruction in the opponent's subconscious mind, subtly distort the three views, improve work enthusiasm, and enter the blessing mode.

But not any 'instruction' is feasible, one must put oneself in Fugui Pill's shoes, and not harm its interests and safety, and the more ambitious it is, the more its enthusiasm can be increased.

So Bai Lang thought for a moment, and immediately typed in: 'I will make false claims with this human being first, pretend to surrender, and take the trust of the backup dancer, bear the humiliation and bear the burden, and plot a great cause. After I recover from my injuries, I will use the strategy of driving the tiger to devour the wolf, leading him to fight with the lord of the city, and the snipe and the clam will fight for the fisherman's benefit. In the end, the revenge was avenged, stepping on this human corpse to the top, accumulating the first pot of gold, becoming the next lord, dominating the city, and finally ruling the entire planet, becoming the god of fallen demons! '

The small target is set up very big, and it is always for the sake of the fallen demon, not only pointing out the next path for it, but also not harming its interests at all, threatening its life, and not triggering a "subconscious" rebound.

Even Fuguiwan himself thought that this was the most suitable route for him to come back from adversity and reach the peak, so he immediately absorbed and integrated the "small goal" into the deepest part of his soul.

The next moment, the skill 'Small Target (Bie Tianshen)' took effect, and a ball of flames was released from the eyes of Fuguiwan, who was pretending to be dead. Driven by the blazing desire to survive, and supported by the dream of grand plans and dominance, it was full of motivation and felt It's about to explode.

"Kalanichu!"

I saw it screaming strangely, enduring the severe pain and bouncing up. Immediately, the second talent skill 'Little Swan' came into effect, dragging the disabled body with a broken arm, gritted his teeth, limped around the campfire, jumped, closed his eyes... There was no reluctance in his heart, but full of initiative.

It is enduring the humiliation, it is winning the trust of people, human beings with fishy lips, submit to my resourcefulness!

The others were stunned. The demon, who was clearly dying and full of fear and panic in his heart, danced frantically as if he had been winded up and brainwashed. Although ugly and clumsy, Duke can see that its dedication to dance is sincere, passionate and unrestrained.

It is not forced!

'Psychic skills? Bewitched, brainwashed? ’ Yuan Xin suddenly pondered, and quietly raised Bailang's danger index by one level in his mind, as if he had mastered some kind of spiritual suggestion ability.

Feng Ying was also puzzled, her eyes fell on the collar, and she was a little confused by her knowledge: 'Huh? Could it be that the small satellite's built-in detection system failed? Impossible, this collar is actually high-level equipment, and he is willing to use it for the fallen demon, and underestimate him. '

Other newcomers who didn't know what happened, only saw the Sinking Demon dancing wildly by the bonfire, burning its last vitality, and finally passed out from exhaustion. In the dream, "Huangtu Baye was talking and laughing", with a sly smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a soothing little dance, the last session of the night followed: ghost stories.

Bailang dragged the seriously injured and groaning fallen demons, who were no longer a threat, to a position less than one meter behind each newcomer. One person and two, acting as the background, comes with special effects such as screaming, panting, wailing, stench, claws digging the ground, sharp teeth grinding, and staring behind, making them terrified and increasing their sense of spiritual oppression.

Afterwards, he sorted out his emotions and whispered the ghost stories of his hometown: the story of Sadako Yamamura, a chest actress at midnight, and Chu Renmei, a teacher of the mountain village.

In line with the depressing atmosphere of the scene, the sound of crackling fires, howling monsters in the high altitude and far away, the gusts of wind, and the special effects of the background board of the fallen demon once again detonated the screams on the scene.

In the end, even the instigator Bailang felt hairy. There are ghosts in this world, and there are even demon kings of fear. He hurriedly used the light of the bonfire to perform surgery, set bones, and sew up a "Sinking Demon" on the spot to boost his momentum and successfully suppress the shock.

However, his rough on-site first aid teaching has brought waves of unrest and secondary spiritual harm to the newcomers.

If the previous ghost stories were only torture and harm to the spiritual level, then the American cult violence aesthetics (teaching) with blood flying at this moment is another kind of visual and physiological impact.

In short, there was Bailang rejuvenating in the front, and the whispering demon in the back, and a few newcomers who were on the verge of collapse, mentally numb but did not dare to move rashly, with expressions like crying and laughing, feeling that they would never love...I can’t guarantee anything else, but tonight’s The nightmare index will definitely explode.

The sleeping Houru of Outlander fell into a dream.

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The party didn't end until around 10:30, and the couples were tortured to death. Considering that there are two children on the scene (you just realized that there are two more children?!), Bailang had to arrange for everyone to rest early, so as not to affect the development.

And he said emphatically to Duke and Feng Ying: "Both of you are at an important age to grow your body, come, drink a cup of kitty human nutritional milk powder - children's educational type, rich in nutrition and sleep soundly."

Then, he looked at Ophelia again and said, "Come and have a drink too. According to the half-elf's calculation, you are still in puberty and you can still develop again. There is a famous saying in my hometown: drink what you drink. Although you have Not too small, but there is no harm in being big, just like the height of a man, no matter how tall you are, you will not suffer."

With a height of 191, Bailang smiled confidently. It was thanks to his mighty, tall, fortitude and handsomeness that he could get to where he is today.

Seeing the DV girl's eyes on the milk powder bucket in his hand, Bailang shook his head: "Xia Jing, you are already a college student. If you don't have a chance, don't force it. As a contractor, you should stay up late to cut out the video and upload it as soon as possible." Paparazzi Paradise, complete the first round of trials."

After sending everyone back to the temporary room one by one, Bailang continued to keep vigil for everyone, tied up the seriously injured fallen demons one by one and hung them in mid-air.

Recalling the scenes that happened today, I feel very fulfilled. After all, the sand sculpture author has spent several chapters, and was scolded as a bloody sprinkler.

Lang thought about it, and he vomited this trough. Those ferocious readers, who are full of fighting power, shouldn't embarrass the author anymore, right? Otherwise it would be too much.

The schedule for this day is too full and there are too many elements, so I wrote it a little bit longer, but the content is substantial, the writing is smooth, and it is not procrastinated. The result is that it is water... so sad.

The plot will start tomorrow... This sleep will last for three full days!