Weird World of Immortality

"You have to remember that the thoughts you put in can only be not doing a certain thing or doing a certain thing. If there are too many, the Divine Primordial Orb is likely to become thinner, and it will be easily corroded by the Ring of Horror Dreams. "Zhao Yazhu reminded again.

Zhou Fan didn't answer, his time was running out, the gray fog had spread to his neck, and his body had become looming. He understood that if the dream was continuous, he would most likely appear in the blood-clothed little boy tonight. in the mountain village.

And he can only deposit an idea to do one thing or not to do something.

If he appeared in the villa of the little boy in blood, it would be almost impossible for him to escape with the strangeness of the little boy in blood.

Then he has only two choices. The first choice is to continue to ignore the game invitation of the little boy in blood, and the second choice is to accept the game invitation of the little boy in blood.

For the first option, he chose not to die last night, but it doesn't mean that he will be fine tonight. It took him a lot of time to get to the villa last night, so he escaped from the dream at the moment of death.

The second option is to choose to accept the game invitation. He can completely set himself to play one of these games, but if he chooses one from snowman, snowball fight, wooden one, two, three, boxing, and painting, he thinks that building a snowman might be possible. is the safest.

But that was just what he thought, and he wasn't sure what terrible things would happen when he accepted the invitation to the game.

So he didn't want to choose to accept the game invitation.

The gray fog reached Zhou Fan's chin, Zhou Fan already had some idea in his heart, he still looked at Zhao Yazhu and asked, "What idea do you think I choose to store?"

"You all said that you were dying if you didn't play games last night, so you can only save your mind to play one of these games. The little boy in blood gave you five games. Snowball fights will make snowballs fall on you. The two, three and boxing will decide the winner or lose very quickly, drawing is too weird, I think building a snowman is the safest." Zhao Yazhu analyzed with a smile.

It's rare that Zhao Yazhu doesn't get paid.

Zhou Fan just nodded silently. He didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he stared at the Shen Yuanzhu and meditated on his thoughts.

The Shen Yuanzhu quickly turned into a silver-and-black light and drilled into Zhou Fan's eyebrows.

At this time, Zhou Fan was completely covered by the spread of gray fog, and soon disappeared on the boat.

"You said making a snowman is the safest, are you lying to him or telling the truth?" As soon as Zhou Fan left, Chifu asked.

"Little guy, does that make a difference?" Zhao Yazhu asked with a mocking look on his face.

"Of course there is a difference. If you cheat on him, you will kill me." Chifu said coldly.

Zhao Yazhu laughed haha: "Little guy, don't worry, not to mention for you, he owes me a possession, how could I be willing to kill him like this, otherwise why would I sell him the Shen Yuanzhu? "

"As for what I said, I said it from the bottom of my heart, but I can't guarantee that what I said is correct. Maybe snow making is the most dangerous game."

"Then do you think he will listen to you?" Chifu asked again.

"That's not certain, Zhou Fan's mind is very complicated." Zhao Yazhu sighed: "Even if he listens to me, he must have thought about it before he thinks it's right, just like you."

"Listening to his tone, it seems that he will stay there for a while. Have you found a suspicious location?"

Qifu was silent for a while and said: "I have found two places closest to me, I and my people separated to find it, but you also know that it is not easy to walk outside, it still takes time, I don't know if I can catch up. "

"As I said before, it's best to catch up, and you don't have to be frustrated if you don't catch up. There are many opportunities, of course, provided that he doesn't die in a dream, otherwise you must be buried with him, and I, too. Go into a deep sleep and wait for the next awakening." Zhao Yazhu said.

"I understand this, you don't need to remind me." Chefu took a deep breath, "If I have time, after I find him, I will try to lead him away from the dangerous place of the Ring of Horror."

"It's better. After all, you can't beat him to imprison him with your current strength. This is indeed a good way." Zhao Yazhu nodded with a smile.

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Zhou Fan stood quietly in the manor. In front of him was the bright red snow, and there was a little boy in blood standing on the snow. He looked at Zhou Fan and asked indifferently, "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Zhou Fan slowly shook his head and declined the invitation.

"If you don't want to, you can go inside." The little boy in blood lowered his head, made a small snowball with his hands, and rolled it slowly on the ground. After rolling into a big snowball, he raised his head slightly and found that Zhou Fan was still there. He froze for a moment and asked, "Why are you staying here if you don't build a snowman with me?"

"I'm walking, I've always been so slow when I walk." Zhou Fan said hesitantly.

Only then did the little boy in the blood-clothed figure realize that Zhou Fan was indeed moving, but his footsteps were very small.

The little boy in blood: "..."

The little boy in blood stood blankly watching Zhou Fan's turtle move. He had never seen such a situation as a snowman. If Zhou Fan refused to play games and was unwilling to go inside, he would have a solution, but now Zhou Fan It's not that he doesn't want to go, Zhou Fan is walking in.

The little boy in blood cocked his head and thought for a while, thinking that it was okay to do so, he simply lowered his head and continued to build a snowman.

Zhou Fan was still moving forward firmly, until the little boy in blood built three snowmen before he opened the door and left here slowly.

It took a long time just to cross this door, until the door was closed again, and the little boy in the blood-clothed snowman looked up at the closed door, and then lowered his head to build the snowman.

When I came in, I saw a wider snow field. There were still three little boys in blood with the same appearance and different heights. They were holding bright red snowballs. The tallest little boy asked coldly, "Do you want to have a snowball fight? "

Zhou Fan was silent, he neither said yes nor did he say no~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you don't want to play, then go inside. ' added the shortest boy.

But Zhou Fan did not lift his foot.

"What do you mean?" the tallest little boy in blood asked angrily.

"I-I haven't thought about it yet." Zhou Fan said slowly, "Can you let me think about it?"

The three blood-clothed little boys looked at each other, no one would ever answer like that.

They didn't even play snowball fights, they just looked at Zhou Fan and put pressure on Zhou Fan.

After a long time, Zhou Fan seemed to think about it: "I don't play snowball fights."

"Then leave quickly." The little boy in blood, who was neither tall nor short, urged with a sigh of relief.

So the three of them soon saw Zhou Fan slowly nodding his head and slowly raising his feet, like a tortoise crawling towards the inner door.

The three little boys in blood were stunned.