There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

Ansair pressed the doorbell, looking at the gloomy haunted house and the withered trees, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

The note that the little boy stuffed in his pocket said, if you want to see Colin, let him come here alone. Although Ansair hesitated, he still came.

Ansair has confidence in his own strength, Lance is just a small jailer, an inconspicuous NPC, even if he is a hunter, he is not his opponent.

The dead leaves hovered and fell to the ground. No one cleaned the haunted house, and the fallen leaves were piled up on the ground. Lance stepped on the fallen leaves, with the crisp cracking sound of yellow leaves.

Lance came to open the door in person, and he was personable, but Ansair could smell the blood on the other person sensitively.

As soon as the door opened, Ansair rushed up to pick up Lance's collar like a sharp sword, his eyes were so cold that he would freeze to death.

"You cleared me... What's wrong with my dear Colin?" Ansair almost slipped his tongue in desperation.

"Hey, Your Highness, demeanor! Demeanor!" Lance patted Ansair's hand and remained calm: "You are a model for the nobles, keep that stinky air."

Ansair said coldly: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know better than you." Lance smiled rascally: "We are guided by the Lord to get rid of moths."

"Colin is not a moth!" Ansair frowned slightly.

"Of course not." Lance smiled brightly: "Because of my previous recklessness, my little Colin no longer paid attention to me. I prayed for God to have mercy on me. The Lord had mercy on my heart and fulfilled my wish. At the same time, Give me a mission."

Ansair was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he heard an NPC talk about being controlled by the program so refreshingly.

"Well, Your Royal Highness, you seem to like my Colin very much." Lance tilted his head: "How much do you like him? Why don't you let me hear?"

"You don't understand." Ansair slightly avoided his eyes.

"Of course I don't understand, and you won't understand me either." Lance smiled. Ansair felt a pain in his abdomen, and put down Lance, covering the bleeding wound with his hands.

Lance slowly wiped the bloody dagger with the corner of his clothes: "Poor Your Highness, you are so proud to come here alone. Do you think you can defeat me?"

Lance patted Ansair's face with the dagger, with light in his eyes: "No, you don't know anything about the power of love."

Ansair clutched the wound in pain. The moment the dagger hit his cheek, he burst into flames. He grabbed Lance's hand holding the knife expressionlessly and stabbed at Lance. Lance reacted quickly and grabbed Lance. Blood flowed from the dagger he stabbed.

Ansair lacked stamina, Lance took the opportunity to let go of his right hand, the dagger fell to the ground, raised his knee and slammed into Ansier's wound.

Ansair's expression was cold, with almost no fluctuations.Lance was slightly surprised, Ansair slammed Lance's left calf with his foot, and Lance was caught off guard by Ansair and was crushed by Ansair.

“你才对爱情的力量一无所知！”安斯艾尔一拳揍上蓝斯的高挺的鼻梁，蓝斯不甘示弱，两人毫无风度的扭打在一起。

Lance never thought that he had been exercising, but his physical strength was not as good as that of a prince who stayed in the castle all day and had nothing to do.

Lance was pressed under him again, Ansair attacked Lance's eye socket, and punched him down, the eye socket was blue and swollen slowly.

Two of Lance's teeth were broken, and he was at a disadvantage. Lance turned his head and saw the dagger that he had just thrown on the ground.

"Colin!" Lance suddenly shouted to one side in surprise.

Ansair shook his head slightly, Lance grabbed the dagger and stabbed at Ansair.

Ansair dodged quickly, narrowly dodging the gleaming dagger, Lance rolled up from the ground, his eyes were red, and rushed towards Ansair with the dagger.

Ansair grabbed Lance's hand holding the dagger again, Lance was not in a hurry, but smiled slowly.

Ansair had a severe pain in his abdomen. When he looked down, Lance was tearing at the wound he had stabbed with one hand. Ansair's face was pale from the pain, and beads of sweat kept rolling down.

"Goodbye, Your Royal Highness." Lance smiled cruelly, and raised his dagger at Ansair again: "Colin will like your taste!"

Ansair looked up and looked behind Lance in surprise: "Colin?"

"Do you still use the tricks I used?" Lance didn't turn his head, and stabbed Ansair with the dagger unceremoniously.

Ansair looked at Lance calmly and turned around slowly.

"Colin..." Lance looked at the knife in Qinglan's hand in disbelief.

Qing Lan pulled out the knife from Lance's body expressionlessly. Lance gritted his teeth and still raised the dagger at Ansair.

Qinglan wrapped her arms around Lance's neck, and the blade was tightly attached to Lance's neck.

"Colin..." Lance's eyes were foggy: "You want to kill me for him?"

Qing Lan's blade moved slightly away from Lance's neck: "Get out of here, don't show up again."

"Impossible." Lance burst into tears: "Where there is you, there must be me, and I will protect you with everything I have."

Qinglan became more and more unable to do anything. She was not Ke Lin, but she wanted to inherit this friendship.

Qing Lan removed the blade, pushed Lance away, and stepped forward to check Ansair's injury.

"Colin..." Ansair said with a weak face, "I'm in so much pain."

"Don't move." Qing Lan looked a little nervous.

Ansair was seriously injured, Qinglan touched the acupuncture points near the wound to stop Ansier from bleeding.

Lance spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with a broken tooth, his eyes were fixed on the interaction between Colin and Ansair, his eyes became more and more desperate.

"Colin, think about your current identity." Lance looked at Qing Lan sadly: "You are the scapegoat of the royal family, you are a fugitive, you are a serial killer, how could you be with this noble prince? ?”

Qing Lan paused, and looked at Lance sincerely: "I am not the Colin who grew up with you, I am just a foreign soul. I will leave soon, and your Colin will come back soon. "

Lance looked at Qinglan with a complicated expression, and approached step by step: "Really?"

"It's absolutely true." Qinglan kept paying attention to the dagger in Lance's hand.

"Look at the knife in your hand." Lance clutched his wound.

Qing Lan was not fooled, and kept watching Lance closely.

"Did you take it out of the cellar?" Lance smiled wryly, "This is a boning knife, specially used to make soup for you."

"I like you, I have liked you since I was a child." Lance approached Qing Lan, the tears on his cheeks were not dry, and his tone was soft: "Do you remember? When you were so young, you were bullied by your brother in the stable. I beat your brother and carried you out."

Lance's eyes were full of affection: "You cry like a newly weaned kitten. I carried you to the pastor. Your little face was flushed from crying and you were out of breath."

"My shoes are all gone, but I don't feel a thing. In my arms and in my heart, there is only my little Colin." Lance raised a hand and slowly stroked Colin's face.

"After that, you played with me all the time. I was reluctant to eat the delicious ones, so I left them to you. I'll be the first to hand over the fun ones to you. I'll take care of you if you get into trouble, and I'll stand up for you if you get bullied." Lance closed his eyes: "Do you remember what you said at the time?"

Qinglan silently looked at Lance's bleeding wound.

"You said you liked me the most." Tears flowed from the corners of Lance's eyes: "You said you want to be with me forever, forever, forever."

"In the years since I left you to study, I was suffering all the time..." Lance's eyes were a little dull: "I heard that you came to London, and I followed without hesitation. In just a few years, you have grown up Don't pester me anymore, call me brother Lance."

"Every time I see you, I'll be very happy. I'll give you whatever you want. But you won't accept my wishes." Lance lost a lot of blood and went limp from exhaustion. Qing Lan hurriedly caught it Lance, stop the bleeding for him.

"I'm too tired, but I still want to grab you." Lance looked at Qing Lan weakly: "I'm going to die, can you lie to me, just like when you were a child, saying you like me?"

"You won't die." Qing Lan stopped Lance's bleeding: "This is a small injury..."

"Then what about this?" Lance suddenly jumped up, stabbing a dagger at Ansair who was only a few feet away from him.

Qing Lan subconsciously tried to block it, but Lance couldn't stop, and pierced Ke Lin's chest with a dagger.

"Qing Lan!" Ansair couldn't bear it any longer, ignoring Qing Lan's request of "don't move", and rushed forward.

"Colin..." Lance stared blankly at Colin, who was bleeding from his chest, and his breath became short of breath: "Colin!"

Ansair pulled Lance away and hugged Qinglan tightly: "Don't scare me, Qingqing!"

Qing Lan looked at the handle of the dagger on her chest expressionlessly, closed her eyes and looked inward, sealing the bleeding wound with spiritual power.

Lance stared blankly at Colin closing his eyes, and yelled in despair.

"My little Colin!" Lance pushed Ansair down like crazy: "It's all you, you're the one who killed my little Colin!"

Ansair didn't know what was going on with Qinglan, so he hugged Qinglan tightly and refused to let go, and ruthlessly pronounced the sentence on Lance: "You murderer! You killed Colin!"

Lance seemed to calm down, sobbed silently, closed his eyes in pain, put his hand on his wound, and tore it apart.

"Little Colin..." Lance fell into the long-abandoned haunted house, staring at Colin all the time: "I'm sorry, I never... never wanted to hurt you..."

Lance's eyes gradually lost their luster, and a few yellow leaves were lifted by the wind and fell on Lance.

"Hey, Hunter -1. Hunter kills eleven contestants, points x 3, and gets 16500 points."

A mechanical voice sounded in Qinglan's mind. Seeing that the time for the competition was approaching, Qinglan slowly opened her eyes.

"What do you want me to do." Ansair said with tears in his eyes, "I owe you too much."

Qing Lan curled her lips slightly: "Have you forgotten?"

"What?" Ansair kissed Qing Lan's forehead.

"Who do you belong to?" Qing Lan asked lightly.

Ansair was stunned for a moment, then smiled heartily: "What's yours is yours."

Qinglan nodded, Ansair held Qinglan's hand and put it on his chest: "I'm dying, tell me you love me, and I'll give you my life."

"No." Qing Lan slowly withdrew her hand: "Let me lie down and go back with you."

"Okay." Ansair grabbed Qing Lan's hand, with a smile on his face: "I want to kiss you, but I don't have the strength right now. When we go back, I will make it up."

"En." Qing Lan said in a low voice.

The two quietly waited for the coming of death, holding hands tightly, Qinglan withdrew her spiritual power, blood slowly sprang from her chest, and her vitality was lost little by little.

Ansair's body temperature slowly dropped, Qinglan opened her eyes, looked at Ansier's tightly closed eyes, and tried her best to raise her head and kiss those cool lips.

"Hey, it's time for the contest. Congratulations to the contestants for successfully challenging the challenge and doubling their points. This Green Survival Contest has scored 117000 points, ranking second. With a total of 317000 points, ranking first."

When Qing Lan opened her eyes, what she saw was a magnified handsome face.

"Hmm..." Qing Lan was kissed without any warning, and Ansair climbed into Qing Lan's nutrition cabin presumptuously, even covering the lid of the nutrition cabin.

"Hey!" The puppet who hurried over grabbed the cover of the nutrition cabin with both hands, and stared at Ansair dissatisfiedly: "Bai Mao, who told you to suppress my master?"