Chapter 137: Someone under the bed (2)

Tang Cuo looked at the mirror for a while, and raised his hand to wipe the vermilion on his lips. It was wiped and wiped to become a bite lip makeup, but after all, it looked more natural.
Suddenly, there was a sound behind his back, Tang Cuo turned around alertly, the mirror in his hand made a knife, and immediately reached the throat of the other party.
The other party stared at the round innocent crimson eyes, holding a comb in his hand, and plucked his mouth. The words he said were quite coquettish, "What are you doing! You have looked in the mirror for a long time, so I won't let me comb Child, do you love smelly!"
Tang Cuo: "..."
Looking down, Tang Cuo found that both of them had no shadow, and it was really a ghost. Thinking a little, he gave the mirror to the hair-ghost and politely gave up the seat at the table.
The hair brush sat down deviously, and began to brush in the mirror.
For a while, the brothers in the other beds also got up. There is a hanged ghost living on the top of Tangcuo, and there are still ropes around his neck; there are two sick and dead ghosts on the opposite side, one is skinny and one is bloated and fat, and each has its own characteristics; the last one is from Tangcuo’s next bed A drowned ghost came down. He slept in a water bed, leaving a pool of water in one step, which was quite abandoned by the ghost.
With eight beds, Tangcuo included six ghosts, leaving two beds empty.
Turning his head to look at the clock on the wall, it was only three minutes before midnight, which might be the time for ghosts to get up.
Sure enough, at twelve o'clock, the lights were on inside and outside the window.
Accurately speaking, it was a ghost fire. The dark blue firelight was not bright or burning. Even if you reached over and touched it, you would not feel any pain. You would only feel the coolness that penetrated the soul.
The ghost fire in the dormitory was suspended from the ceiling, and the ghost fire outside the window lit up like a street lamp. There are also four bright characters at the top of the teaching building in the distance-Meng Gui College.
Does the ghost of this school still practice Confucianism? Tang Cuo calmly defamated, and after two seconds, he noticed that Meng Gui was actually a fierce ghost, and the anti-dog was not bright. It might be out of repair and broken.
Menggui Academy, kind of interesting.
Seeing a group of ghost friends accepting their existence well, Tang Cuo tentatively said: "Our college is all ghosts, no one, right?"
The voice fell, and the ghost friends looked at it, and the hair-ghost burst into a scream, and the comb was lost. "Ah, ah, ah, how can you mention people at night, you are scared to death!"
The two sick and dead ghosts were also trembling together, and the thin man said: "Don't discuss this kind of topic at night, it's terrible."
The fat man nodded, "Yeah, do you remember the movie that the teacher gave us last week? The living people are terrible, our ghosts are so kind and so weak, the little peach sitting at my front table was crying, and the intestines flowed to the ground. , Eyes almost fell out."
"Well, don't scare yourself." The drowned ghost picked up the comb and gave it back to the comb, comforting: "We are the fierce ghost college, and the security has always been good. I don't think the living people will mix in."
The hair-brushing ghost took the comb, and Tang Jiao glared again. Then he left the mirror and went to wash angrily.
It didn't take a while for him to change the bottom of the flower pot and walked out of the toilet "dada da". The powder on his face was thicker than the wall. The comb was inserted on his head. I don't know which kind of ghost world fashion.
The hanged ghost opened his closet and hesitated for a long time with a row of hedging ropes hanging on the hanger, and finally chose a leather sleeve around his neck. It happened to see the hair comb ghost coming out and asked, "Are you looking good?"
Comb hair: "It looks good."
Hanging ghost: "You look good today too, replaced with a new compact?"
Comb the hair ghost: "Yes, the bone meal I just bought two days ago, I heard that it was scraped from the bones of millennium zombies.
Hanging ghost: "Now there are too many fakes, please be careful... Hey, it's time to go to class, let's go quickly."
Tang Cuo regretted that he felt that Jin Cheng should be allowed to make this copy, they would have a common language.
At this time Jin Cheng was still fighting against Crimson.
Although Crimson was cursed by Zheng Yingying and injured again, his combat power was greatly reduced, but Jin Cheng and Yan Ye also consumed a lot in the battle.
In fact, the smartest way to save trouble is to wait for Tang Cuo to come back, but Crimson is completely crazy.
Jin Cheng called this "crazy before death." Tang Cuo took the card into the copy, it is very likely to get the life box directly and put Crimson to death, and this card was handed over by Jiang He. It was difficult for Crimson to think not to be crazy.
There is no doubt that this is a model of dying to be buried with everyone.
Crimson's attack is not focused on Jin Cheng alone, but one can kill one. This killed person is poisoned by corpse and becomes a living corpse, and will infect more people. Soon, the bodies on the ground piled up.
"One-man army", this is the critique of celebrities in the past by players in Area A. She is equivalent to an army, and the third in the Red List is the deserved third in the Red List.
It's at least much easier than Rong Yi's life. Why her ranking is behind Rong Yi is still a mystery.
Crimson was ruthless, and Jin Cheng didn't keep his hand.
Jin Cheng used to fight without relying on props and some lore. For example, the [Sun] skill shot against Crimson plus a tracking arrow was used once after he was fined back to the f zone. It is not unusable, but deliberately converged.
No one knows how strong a player who can climb to the fifth place in the Red List in the second year of entering Yongye City. Players are familiar with him, is it because of his first blacklist title, and that exceptional ability to engage in trouble.
At this moment, all players have seen it.
The deep red thread wrapped around Jin Cheng's arm and straightened instantly. But as if he was completely unaffected, he grasped the silk threads in his backhand and held them in his hands.
Crimson eyes have been infested with madness, but this does not mean that she has lost her ability to think. Upon seeing this, a trace of consternation flashed across her face, which was even more shocking than seeing Tang Cuo taking out the scissors.
Scissors restrain the silk thread, which is due to the rules of Yongye City. But Crimson knew how sharp and tenacious his thread was. Jin Cheng held the thread, but nothing happened?
The next second, Jin Cheng suddenly disappeared in place, and when it appeared again, it was already tens of meters away, and the speed was as fast as teleportation.
The red line stretched straight, and the deep red was caught off guard. Jin Cheng turned again, "Bang!" The red line dragged crimson straight into a tall tower, smashing all the spires.
It's not over yet, crimson spitting blood and not getting up, Jin Cheng's figure is like a meteor sky falling, so fast that everyone can only see the golden streamer wrapped around him.
"Boom--" There was another loud noise. The meteor smashed on the damaged high tower, penetrating the crimson and the whole high tower directly, but the quaint bell that shook for nine days. The earthquake shook, and the sound of tumbling collapsed in the sky of smoke. Everyone looked at the shocking movement with stunned eyes, and forgot to speak for a moment.
For a long time, all talents recovered their voices.
"He, is he not an archer? Where is such a strong physical and physical strength?!"
"Skills must be skills!"
"What's going on with the sound??"
"Crimson? Is Crimson dead?!"
"Crimson--"
In the noisy sound, another bell struck everyone's heart. It was at this time that the smoke finally dispersed, and those who stood on the tall buildings saw the blurry red figure.
The sharp-eyed person finally found the bell out-Jin Cheng's feet.
Every time he landed, it sounded like a bronze bell. If you compare him to a bell pestle, the earth is a bronze bell. A huge sound wave spread from the bottom of his feet, and the ground cracked.
And he turned around neatly, bent his bow, and made an arrow.
"Eh--" The golden arrow pierced the night, and an arrow pierced into the deep red chest, but when the hole was about to penetrate, the tail suddenly split out of the barb, firmly catching the deep red.
The trend of arrows continues unabated, driving crimson into the outer wall of the game hall.
The black steel frame of the outer wall was smashed into it, and the crimson hands grasped the arrow, but it couldn't be pulled out. Covered with embarrassment, blood dripping.
The whole central area where the game hall can be seen is silent. Even Jianghe and Lengmiao who hurried to the scene were surprised by Jin Cheng's intrepidity.
Only Wen Xiaoming knew his name.
[No Shot], the eleventh law of the five-tone twelve law, also used as the name of the bell.
In addition to archery, Jin Cheng also cultivated sonic abilities, and the skill of non-shooting just matched him. As a musical instrument, playing the sound of heaven and earth, its sound is big, can break everything.
Of course, this move has great side effects and great wear and tear, so Jin Cheng usually does not use it not completely out of hiding, but too much risk.
At the moment, Jin Cheng's body shook, and his internal organs seemed to be dislocated, and there was a salty smell in his mouth, but he could not hold back anyway.
From the appearance, he looked as usual, and raised his hand to wipe out a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, the action was exactly the same as when Tang Cuo was standing at the top of the game hall.
Just a cold, a bandit.
It's the kind of arrogant, domineering, and unreasonable that Laozi is the first in the world.
Crimson looked at him, and it felt really dazzling. She clenched her teeth and was so cruel that even if she dug out a piece of her flesh, she would persistently pull the arrow out of her chest.
The moment she pulled out, she fell to the ground and stood up swaying again. The high-heeled shoes on her feet had long disappeared. She stepped on the gravel and lifted her last breath, saying, "What can you do if you kill me? Thank you for your decree, you must also go with me if you kill me Go to jail..."
Before she had finished speaking, she seemed unable to support her. She staggered and knelt on the ground. The blood from her chest almost stained her whole body. But she was still staring at Jin Cheng, even if she was angry, you still have to say: "Even if you kill me again in prison, what can you do? If Tang Cuo can't come back, I can be resurrected, and I will live forever! I can come back to life directly, but you are still in jail, can you still stop me by then? I will kill the river, the girl, and all of you—"
crazy.
This man is really crazy.
The players around looked at her hysterical eyes, although they didn't face up, they still felt horrified. But at this moment, a slightly smoky voice sounded from the side.
"You really will live forever."
The person coming is Rong Yi, the ordinary Rong Xiao Yi, stepping on a gravel and slowly appearing on the field, there is no style that the red list should have.
But when he raised his hand, the crimson look suddenly changed as the golden pocket watch swayed between his fingers.
"Di."
"clatter."
Crimson time was turned back for three minutes, she should have died immediately, but she was still alive, and only her time was transferred back.
Jin Cheng understood, bowed again, and pointed the arrow at the crimson.
Rong Yi, the time master, said, "I will give you eternal life."