Every day the puppet is playing dead

"Eleven, when will you speak?"

Wuxiang, the big man in women's clothing, walked in front, hiring Tingting, swaying gracefully, every move seemed to be unintentional, more than seductive, he turned his head and glanced at the puppet walking behind, his eyebrows were affectionate.

If it was a normal man, he would have been seduced to the point of fascination, half of his body would be numb, and he would answer whatever the other party asked, for fear of offending the beauty.

But now it is Chongyu, a puppet who knows that the other party is a big boss in women's clothing.

For Chong Yu, seeing Wu Xiang who was walking in front now made him wilt, so he didn't speak.

"Oh, don't be so shy on Eleventh~~ I can see you become what you are now."

When Wuxiang was speaking, his tone was very subtle. He didn't know if the starting point of his memories was when Chongyu was "alive" or when the puppet body was with Mozun Yuan Wuxin.

"Oh, by the way, Eleven, how is your body and skin?"

Wu Xiang asked seemingly casually.

Chong Yu: "..."

Why is he dead, and the other party still wants to peel his skin?

Wuxiang was talking all the way, he seemed to think that Chongyu would not recognize his true identity, Wuxiang was talking to himself during the whole process, and even hummed a ditty in front of Chongyu.

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

Wuxiang walked with a smile, the direction he walked was very strange, avoiding every patrolling guard, and walking further and further away.

"Well, you happen to be the one I'm missing."

"You don't have the rough and savage taste of the demons... Oh, Lord Mozun is also good, but I can't beat you."

"Those so-called upright people in the human world... By the way, that sword master, the Taoist priest named Yun Zixiao, who has the Taizheng Erba Jing, is simply a piece of unrecognized stone."

"Forget about the monster... The monster race, the nine-tailed fox looks good, but it's not interested in colliding with me."

"You are the most interesting~~You look upright, but you are cruel in doing things, you are such a naughty and cute hypocrite~~"

Having said that, Wu Xiang turned around, stretched out his slender fingers to touch Chong Yu's shoulder, and said angrily:

"There is only a lack of people like you."

Chong Yu stopped in his tracks.

At this time, he and Wuxiang had reached an empty space.

The bluestone slab in the open space was almost covered by weeds, and it was barely possible to make out what was painted on the slate, with complicated lines.

"This is a little secret~~"

Chongyu blinked Wuxiang Chong, and then he didn't know what he did. With a wave of his hand, the bluestone slab on the ground lit up, and the sudden light made Chongyu couldn't help but close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Chongyu looked at the walls that suddenly appeared around him, his face darkened.

Damn it, it turned out that the teleportation array was stepped on just now.

Now, he and Wu Xiang are in a barren yard.

This yard is even more barren than the previous half-demon yard. The gate is closed, the ground is covered with dry grass, and there is not even the sound of insects. The house is dilapidated and less popular. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Chong Yu looked around and found that he couldn't even see a reference object.

Well now, he really doesn't know where he is now.

"That way nobody bothers us."

Wuxiang didn't care what Chongyu thought, he clapped his hands happily and said.

As if deliberately provoking Chong Yu, Wu Xiang paused, then said to Chong Yu meaningfully:

"Don't worry, Lord Mozun is too young now, he doesn't know that those old teleportation arrays in Blood Moon Palace can be used."

Although Yuan Wuxin became the Demon Lord of this term, he didn't grow up in the Demon Realm after all, and he didn't know much about many things like an ordinary Demon Race.

Hearing this, Chongyu withdrew his scrutiny, hesitated for a moment, and asked again hesitantly:

"Can't Yuan Wuxin sense this place?"

Wuxiang didn't notice that Chongyu called Mozun by his name, but said with a smile:

"It's far away from his bedroom~~"

So it is a good place to kill/throw corpses.

Hearing that Yuan Wuxin couldn't sense it, Chongyu breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed and straightened his back, and said casually:

"That's good."

Wuxiang tilted his head: "That's good?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I still have skin."

Chong Yu shrugged and said indifferently.

The tone and movements of his speech now are almost the same as the dull puppet before.

"you?"

Wuxiang stretched out his hand to cover his red lips in surprise, she looked like a pretty little girl, her words were still sweet and greasy,

"Oh yes, the puppet is made of wood."

Chongyu replied sincerely: "Then, what do you want to do?"

If Wuxiang really just wanted his skin, then Wuxiang should have started when he was a puppet without sanity, instead of waiting until now.

Moreover, just because of Yuan Wuxin's narrow-mindedness, what Wuxiang did today was to steal someone under Yuan Wuxin's nose...

This Wuxiang should be preparing to defect.

Wuxiang sized Chongyu up, pursed his lips and smiled, then he said to Jiaojiao:

"I hate it. You know what people want to do, why do you want them to say it outright?"

Wuxiang's eyes fell on Chongyu's chest, and he said:

"People heard that you can only get the complete you..."

He didn't say the following words, but instead cast a wink at Chongyu, and then parted his red lips lightly:

"People want your heart~~"

After Wu Xiang heard the rumor that he could get the "artifact" by getting the complete "Chongyu", he has been thinking about it, and wants to attack the puppet;

However, the puppet and Yuan Wuxin have been inseparable from Meng Buli, so he has never had a chance to make a move.

Now that the puppet was finally on the order, Wu Xiang was so impatient that he couldn't control 21, so he abducted the puppet here, thinking of a quick battle.

After finishing speaking, Wu Xiang immediately sprayed a red mist of blood from his mouth, rushing towards Zhuo Yu.

Fortunately, Chongyu has been hammered by Wuxiang several times in the game. Basically, he knows what this little boss wants to do when Wuxiang makes a move——

Blood fog is the marker.

In the game, after being marked by blood mist, the character will continue to lose blood.

At the very beginning, Chongyu was terrified after being marked, and while losing blood, he took drugs and beat the boss. In the end, the boss was not killed, and he was forced to escape from the battlefield and was seriously injured;

Later, Chong Yu realized.

He didn't have to run, so what if he was marked?

As long as the boss is killed before the blood runs out, the mark is useless.

Therefore, when the blood mist sprayed up, Chongyu did not hide, he drew his sword calmly and faced it;

The body was directly buffed at this time, and the sword was swung brilliantly like thunder, a layer of spiritual power was consciously attached to the sword, a layer of bright light appeared on the sword body, and the burst of sword light would matchlessly make the face pale , even the pupils are shrinking.

In the next second, Wu Xiang disappeared in place before the sword's edge arrived, and the dazzling sword light only tore a pink coat.

"Lang Jun is still so cruel."

Inside the red blood mist, there came a faint female voice without a trace.

Chong Yu listened intently for a while, then suddenly turned around, the blade of the sword immediately collided with the sharp nails, sparks burst out, and Wu Xiang's beautiful face smiled at Chong Yu, with red lips getting bigger and bigger:

"Oh, I thought the puppet was unresponsive~~"

Before Chongyu could react, Wuxiang turned into a cloud of blood and disappeared again.

Chong Yu's face sank like water. He glanced at his hand holding the sword, and found that red liquid was slowly oozing from the seam of that hand and wrist.

As a puppet, the blood in his body was pitifully small. If he continued to stay, the blood in his body might not be completely sucked out. At that time, he might only be burned as firewood.

"Don't resist, Mr. Xiaolang~~ Don't you dislike Your Majesty? Sister, why don't I take you away?"

Inside the fog, Wuxiang's voice came from all directions, making it impossible to tell where he was.

dead shemale.

Chong Yu snorted, and he glanced at his hands again.

The blood line between the hand and the wrist became more and more conspicuous.

Chong Yu shook the sword in his hand, then gritted his teeth and used his left hand to unscrew the wrist of his right hand and hold it in the other hand.

Afterwards, after listening to the sound for a long time in the mist, Chongyu took the broken hand and the sword held by the broken hand at a certain moment, and threw it towards a certain direction in the mist——

"whoosh"

With a soft sound, the hand with the only sword disappeared into the mist.

"Huh? Hahahaha, Mr. Xiaolang, why are you bothering?"

The severed hand and sword thrown out didn't hit anything, and the invisible laughter came from the mist, laughing happily, and even jokingly said,

"If you lose your hand this time, what will you lose next time? Lose your foot? Lose your head?"

"Xiao Langjun is so cute."

"I also want a living puppet, and I can take it apart for fun~~"

Wuxiang's voices came and went in the blood mist, but Wuxiang didn't attack in a hurry. Obviously, he enjoyed the process of teasing his prey.

What's more, the puppet in front of him lost his only sword. In Wu Xiang's eyes, he basically lost all fighting power.

so……

Chongyu moved in place while complaining in his heart that this Wuxiang was the most disgusting boss he had encountered in the early stage of the game.

The debuff of the blood mist is continuous blood loss, and he can't amplify his moves.

The zoom-in move not only loses blood faster, but also makes it empty because it can't find the target.

And the boss is still a chatterbox.

"Ah... my sister stopped playing."

As if hearing Chongyu's slander, Wuxiang appeared five meters away from Chongyu in the next second. His red lips became more red in the blood mist, and the nails of the ten fingers of his right hand swelled, and each nail was glowing. Metallic luster.

Chong Yu looked at Wu Xiang in front of him, and took two steps back cautiously.

"Don't be afraid, my sister has always been very accurate in digging hearts."

Wuxiang licked his lips and approached step by step, "Besides, you are a puppet, so it shouldn't hurt."

Chong Yu just stuck the other broken wrist with his left hand to avoid excessive blood loss. At the same time, he looked at Wu Xiang and said coldly:

"Are you going to defect from the Demon Realm immediately after killing me?"

"Hmmmm~"

"You have the key?"

"Hmmmm~"

Wu Xiang was in a good mood, he waved his right hand, not in a hurry.

"I can rest assured that."

Obviously death was imminent, but Chong Yu didn't panic at all, he nodded, then smiled at Wu Xiang,

"Thank you."

This smile actually made Wuxiang laugh for a moment.

In the next second, Wuxiang's hair stood on end, and his intuition told him that danger was coming, but before he could react, his neck hurt, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white light that was as bright as thunder, and a Afterimage——

In mid-air, a severed hand appeared next to his head.

The severed hand held a sword and slashed across the stitches on his neck.

This is……

The one thrown by the puppet before...

Wuxiang stared at that hand, his eyes were tearing apart, he wanted to move, but the only weakness in his body was broken, and his body lost control in an instant, and he could only watch helplessly as his vision was reversed, and finally landed at the puppet's feet .

Wu Xiang opened his mouth, he felt his own blood gurgling from the cut in horror:

"how do you know……"

"I know a lot."

Chongyu put away the severed hand at the side. When he removed the severed hand, he didn't remove all the threads, but left half of it.

And just as Chong Yu speculated, the sutures on his wrists are really extraordinary, they can be stretched and stretched, and they are under his control;

Therefore, when he threw the severed hand out, he firstly wanted to confirm the existence of Wuxiang through the silk thread that traversed the entire field, and secondly, he wanted to use the sword in the severed hand to catch Wuxiang by surprise.

This method was learned from that white-haired man.

Chongyu guessed that the suture thread on his hand should be able to act as a spider's silk to extend infinitely like the white-haired man.

And Wuxiang's weakness is only known to Chongyu after being tortured many times in the game——

Wuxiang is keen on changing clothes.

This change of clothes is not only about changing his face, he also changed his body.

If you have to say that there is no phase original, then there is only that head.

Except for the head, the rest of the body has been treated without phase, and it is useless to cut other parts. He can also use the blood mist to recover while sucking other people's blood. Therefore, the only way is to do two steps:

The first step is to cut off Wuxiang's head with one blow, causing Wuxiang to lose most of his body and control over the blood mist;

The second step is to take Wuxiang's head away from the blood fog to prevent him from returning blood.

As long as Chongyu doesn't know how to deal with any step of Wuxiang, he will be consumed by Wuxiang sooner or later.

It's a pity that Chongyu knows everything, but Wuxiang doesn't know that Chongyu knows everything.

Chongyu lifted Wuxiang's head up, and then he smiled slightly at Wuxiang's head in his arms:

"Thank you for the key."

With Wuxiang's contorted expression, Chongyu threw his head without any psychological burden, and then kicked one by one. Amidst screams, Chongyu watched that chubby head fly over the courtyard wall, and he didn't know where it went.

Chong Yu clapped his hands in satisfaction.

It's done, it's a surprise to get the key to leave the devil world.