After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

"This...how is this possible!?"

This was not the first time Wang Yanran said this, but she still subconsciously exclaimed because Fang Xiu seemed to refresh her knowledge every time.

"Too slow! Is this the only level of a second-level spiritual master? It seems that the two hundred spirit coins I used to buy evil spirits were wasted."

Fang Xiu's distorted and suppressed voice came from the gap between attacks.

Perhaps he was really bored, so he slashed suddenly, and a dazzling silver light suddenly erupted from the scalpel, which for a moment actually overshadowed the brightness of the moon.

The silver light turned into a streak, soaring into the sky, directly cutting through all the attacks and creating a gap.

Fang Xiu flashed out of the gap like a ghost, his figure flashing in the night sky, flashing again. When he reappeared, he was already behind Wang Erni, with a bright silver scalpel placed lightly on the opponent's neck. superior.

"do not want!"

Wang Yanran was shocked when she saw this scene.

But Fang Xiu stared at her coldly, smiled ferociously, and then lightly stroked her face.

A wound instantly appeared on Wang Erni's neck. There was no blood in the wound, but dense silver hair.

Obviously, as the host of the hair trick, she had already been corrupted by it to the point of being inhuman.

However, no matter whether they are human beings or deceitful, all living beings are equal under pain.

boom!

Wang Erni's body suddenly fell to the ground.

As she fell to the ground, the roaring water dragon suddenly scattered, turning into rain and falling to the ground.

The silver hair flying in the sky shrank rapidly and returned to its original shape.

After dealing with Wang Erni, Fang Xiu's eyes showed no joy at all, but rather some dissatisfaction.

"Why no screams? No wails of pain?"

The next second, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned his head slightly, staring directly at Wang Yanran with his strange blood pupils, and said in a distorted and suppressed voice: "I know, because you turned her into a puppet.

Then, you have to feel my pain for her. "

Under the cold moonlight, Fang Xiu, who was covered in black energy, walked towards Wang Yanran step by step. This time he walked very slowly, but every step seemed to step on Wang Yanran's heart. Every time he took a step, her heart would Inexplicably tight.

At this time, Wang Yanran finally realized what it felt like to go from heaven to hell.

The original ecstasy of getting the second-level spiritual master's B-level weird puppet has long gone. Now she just wants to live.

She also finally understood that because Fang Xiu said before that she and others finally showed up, it turned out that the other party had really been waiting until all the people behind the scenes showed up, and then caught them all in one fell swoop.

But what she still can't figure out is that Fang Xiu can still remain rational and not deformed even after enduring such a powerful and mottled strange power, as if he was possessed by dozens of strange things at the same time. It's a fantasy.

Seeing Fang Xiu getting closer and closer, Wang Yanran did not choose to run away, because she knew clearly that under the opponent's ghostly speed, running away would definitely lead to death, but if she knelt down and begged for mercy now, there might be a glimmer of hope.

It's not that she has done this kind of thing before, it is especially useful when facing men. After all, no one will refuse a delicate beauty.

Of course, she has also met men with a strong will. This kind of man basically promised to spare her life and said that all grudges would be settled in one shot, but after enjoying herself, he would prepare to kill her in the sage's time.

But it was too late by then, because the other party had already become a puppet.

Although the spiritual master is not easy to enslave, when communicating in depth, it is when the other party's will is weakest and his own spirituality is most easily invaded.

"Aren't you going to run?"

Fang Xiu had already stood beside Wang Yanran at this time, his tall body blocking the moonlight, and the hanging shadow shrouded him.

The wisps of black energy exuding from the body are rising and entangled, and you can vaguely see countless strange things roaring and struggling inside.

Wang Yanran was extremely frightened when she saw this scene. She was not sure whether the all-conquering method of begging for mercy before would still work, because the man in front of her was different from all the men she had ever slept with.

Pfft!

Wang Yanran's slender white legs instantly bent and she knelt down directly on the ground. Her smooth knees were immediately filled with mud. The contrast between black and white was so obvious.

Her charming face was filled with pitiful fear, her eyes were red, and there seemed to be crystal tears swirling in her eyes.

"Please don't kill me. I am also following orders. The president of the Bright Club asked me to come."

A sinister smile appeared on Fang Xiu's lips: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, I just want to inject my pain into your body, that's all."

pain? injection?

Wang Yanran was slightly stunned. Could this be used to describe that kind of newly derived Internet vocabulary? So...there's a drama?

She quickly grabbed Fang Xiu's trousers, with a flattering plea on her face: "As long as you don't kill me, you can do whatever you want to me."

She held her neck high, and her sexy face was filled with pity and a hint of temptation.

Because she was kneeling on the ground at this time, and with her head held high, she was still wearing a burgundy low-slung long dress, so she exposed a piece of white skin and a bottomless trench.

However, Fang Xiu was not moved at all. On the contrary, when he heard Wang Yanran's words, his right eye glowed with blood, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more ferocious.

"That's what you said."

As he spoke, Fang Xiu raised the scalpel. The shadow formed by his arm and the scalpel hit Wang Yanran's face, like a mantis raising its front legs.

Wang Yanran's expression changed instantly. She realized that she had thought wrongly. Pain and injection didn't mean that at all.

At this time, the scalpel had reached her neck.

"No...no, please don't. I know it was wrong. I shouldn't have done anything to you. I am willing to be your surname. I just ask you to spare me. I promise to make you feel like you have never felt before." of happiness.

I can do everything! It knows how to use ice, fire, abet, and wrap, and it will definitely satisfy you.

If you don’t believe me, you can try it first and kill me anytime if you are not satisfied. "

While speaking, Wang Yanran actually stretched out the incense stick to lick Fang Xiu's fingers.

She looked at Fang Xiu with her autumn-like eyes, which were full of tenderness and charm.

Many men have told her that the most beautiful part of her body is her eyes, and no man can resist the gaze of these eyes.

She believed that Fang Xiu was no exception.

Sure enough, under the gaze of these eyes, Fang Xiu's original ferocious face began to slowly recover, and the black energy on his body slowly disappeared.

Fang Xiu was seen staring closely into Wang Yanran's eyes, with a different kind of fascination in his eyes, and even reached out to gently support Wang Yanran's smooth cheek.

Wang Yanran was instantly overjoyed and continued to launch an offensive with her eyes. She didn't say a word, because she knew clearly that silence was better than sound at this time, and everything was in silence.

"These eyes... look so similar." Fang Xiu suddenly said this incomprehensible sentence.