The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I don’t know if it’s my illusion or something, this shit-yellow ghost-painted talisman war technique book is extremely blood-sucking, and it even surpassed my cognition for a while and developed in a strange direction.

"By the way, have any of you ever seen a combat skill book that takes the initiative to **** blood after chasing someone’s wounds?" With a helpless look, I raised my right hand and looked at the wound on the index finger, sucking it like a feminine sanitary napkin. With my **** combat technique book, plain Tao.

Rodney shook his head first: "I haven't seen it."

Eva also shook her head: "For the first time..."

The other cousins ​​shook their heads unanimously: "..."

"Haha, I understand." With a broken expression on my face, I squatted aside, drawing circles with my left index finger.

"That..." Rodney saw that I was on the verge of collapse, worried: "Is there anything I can help you?"

"Give me a piece of paper and a pen" I looked unlovable: "I want to write a suicide note before I get sucked into someone."

"Not so exaggerated!" Rodney was infected by my disintegrating attitude, and shouted at me.

"Try it if you are sucked, and you will know how fierce it **** blood!"

"Besides sucking a little blood, you won't die," Rodney said: "Maybe you can still get a pretty good combat skill. What a good thing!"

"One point, which is one point?" As soon as I raised my hand, they saw clearly that the pamphlet had been soaked in blood for a little while, but it was not content, and it still greedily stuck to my wounds and kept sucking. Blood.

Look at the wound is slightly white, it is due to blood loss, I really don't know how long it will take to **** this thing, then, can't you change the position to **** it?

However, when he thought of changing positions to **** blood, he had to cut another small hole in his body, so he quickly dispelled the idea.

Rodney and a group of his brothers and sisters silently watched the combat skill book in my hand that was stained red with blood, one by one showing sympathy and sadness, and even I saw one of Rodney’s My cousin, taking off his helmet silently, hugged him on his chest, bowed his head in prayer.

I said, what are you trying to do? I'm not dead yet, okay!

Three minutes later...

With a weak face on my cousin Rodney’s thigh, I looked lifelessly at the cloudless clear sky, and muttered, "Still sucking?"

Rodney nodded and gave a heavy hmm.

Four minutes later...

I already felt the dizziness of anemia, squirming my lips, taking a sip of water, and powerlessly said: "Also, are you still sucking?"

Rodney carefully read the combat skill book in my hand, and said, "Well, it's still sucking, but it seems to be full."

"Oh...that's it, then, Rodney..."

"Huh?" Rodney leaned closer to me.

I weakly stretched out my hand, pointed to the sky, and said, "I seem to see a birdman with wings there, open **** to welcome me..."

Rodney: ...

"By the way, its chest is so big..." I said weakly.

Eva, who is closest to me, looked down at her chest, then picked up the lost staff from the side, stretched a cute face with a broken expression, facing me with the head of the staff, and started Chant.

"Sister, what are you going to do?" Rodney was shocked.

"Brother, don't stop me, I want to kill this guy who only recognizes his **** but not people!" said the broken Eva.

"It's over, sister, calm down, please calm down." Rodney grabbed the magic wand, and his whole body was not good. He lowered his head and said to me: "Ann, An Xiaoyi, please say a few words of compliment. My sister!"

"Haha" This was the only response.

Stayed for three seconds...

"You [him] mother is not dead, don't you know how terrible my sister was when she collapsed!" Rodney's expression was serious, and his attitude was serious: "Don't look at her usually timid and crying , Once in a state of collapse, it would be the end of the world at all! Ah hello, did I say you didn’t hear what I said?"

"Haha" I showed an expression of indescribable beating.

Just before Rodney was about to make the decision to eradicate me with his sister, an image flashed in his mind. Then, a refreshing voice sounded from the depths of his mind, like a clear spring in the mountains, overflowing instantly. Full of my body.

The weakness of the previous blood loss was also filling up at the same time. The whole body seemed to be full of explosive power. At the same time, my left arm, where there were a bunch of ghost symbols, began to swell and heat, and even faintly appeared. The burning pain, as if being in the red iron felt.

hiss!

I took a breath.

Cough!

But I forgot that I was in the desert and the air was full of dust.

Rodney and Eva stopped their movements and stared at me motionlessly.

When I turned over, I got up from the ground, and then I knelt to the side.

Vigorously shake off the guard of the right hand, and tried to free the guard of the left hand, because the burning pain was too unbelievable, I doubted whether there was a problem with the guard.

However, the moment I started it, I realized that the surface of the left hand guard was still cold, as before.

Isn't it... a problem with the guards?

I gently dropped the handguard a little, and found to my horror that on the forearm of my left hand, there were densely packed ghost symbols. It turned out to be slightly red, like a handwriting that had just been burned!

what the **** is it?

My eyes rounded, and I even forgot the burning sensation and severe pain.

Rodney saw what was wrong with me. As he approached me, he worried, "What's wrong with you?"

"Wait..." I gritted my teeth and survived a wave of intense pain before continuing to speak: "Don't come here yet."

It's not that I intend to block Rodney, but I don't know if this kind of abnormality suddenly appeared in my left arm will have any terrible consequences.

If I can, I even hope to be able to leave here far away, so that it won't affect those innocent lives.

Although I am not a Virgin, the life and death of those people has nothing to do with me, but it is still right to avoid killing.

"Brother, what happened to him?" Eva asked in a low voice.

Rodney shook his head: "I don't know, maybe something is uncomfortable."

"Did you not ask him where he was uncomfortable?" Eva said.

Rodney shook his head: "No."

Eva listened, shook her head, and muttered: "Although I don't know what's wrong with him, but his expression seems to be very painful, is it coming...that's it?"

Rodney was startled: "Which one?"

"It's me every month..." Eva's voice became smaller and smaller, and even Rodney almost couldn't understand it.

But Rodney also understood what his sister was referring to.

He turned to the support, looked at my painful expression, and couldn't help sighing: "Although I don't know if a man will come, but if he does come, it would be sympathetic enough."

The pain in my left arm forced me to be speechless. Otherwise, I would definitely scold him.

You just came to the aunt, your whole family has come to the aunt!

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