Suddenly, Bailang's eyes lit up, he regained his composure, and took out the 'Fugui Pill Must Die' from the storage space.
Then, he came to the fallen demon, and the immortal stroked its head and awarded it the title of 'Everything Can Be Wealthy Pill'. He then put a collar on it, and at the same time, he used his mind to open the 'Inheritance Menu' and activate this core piece.
equipment.
Each Fukimaru needs to activate the 'Personal Menu' in advance before formally inheriting 'Must Die'. This is also the only time to select talents, which cannot be changed or modified, and are chosen by Bai Lang himself.
It can be said that whether a Fugui Pill can change one's life against the odds? It depends to a large extent on Bai Lang's attitude. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this Fugui Pill itself is stunningly talented and charming, and can be successful without any 'innate skills'
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After sensing it casually, Bai Lang disappointedly lit up his second talent skill 'Little Swan' and activated this 'temporary pill'.
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Since his last return, "Must Die" has evolved again, and Bailang has redefined the concept of "Fugui Pill":
The Fugui Pills he will conquer in the future should be divided into two types: one is the 'temporary pills' that all living beings and the general public can use. Their existence is like temporary workers, short-lived cannon fodder. As the saying goes, 'the iron-made Fortune Pills are the temporary workers of running water'.
'; And the second type is the 'True Rich Pill' that can be listed on the 'heritage menu' and is worth remembering!
This type of 'True Rich' is undoubtedly very good, and the next one will definitely condense the seventh inherited skill on the menu, inherit the title of 'Yadaime', and impress himself with his talent.
The dancer in front of me is obviously not qualified.
As the number of uses increased, Bailang discovered that according to the talents and qualifications of the 'Fugui Pills', and the level of individual strength, the 'talents and skills' they could carry were also different.
For example, this temporary pill in front of me has such poor qualifications that it cannot light up 'Preacher'. It can only light up two of the four items 'Small Target, Licking Dogs, Little Swans, and Climbing Walls', and then the others will
It turns gray. If you single-select 'Wen Fugui's Wisdom', the other skills will be gray.
It can be seen from this that the difference in qualifications of this fallen demon is even worse than that of the first generation and the second generation.
The truly perfect Fugui Pill must be a hero who wears golden armor, rides on five-color auspicious clouds, has all six talents, and can be famous on the menu and leave a legacy after his death!
At this time, Bailang first selected the 'little swan', and then lit up the 'small target'.
This skill can be called the 'Fugui Pill Version of the God'. It can implant a command in the opponent's subconscious mind, subtly distort the three views, increase work enthusiasm, and enter the blessing mode.
But not any 'instruction' is feasible. You must put yourself in Fukimaru's shoes and not harm its interests and safety. Moreover, the more ambitious you are about hegemony, the more motivated you can be.
So Bailang thought for a moment and immediately typed: 'I will first make false sacrifices with this human being, pretend to surrender, dance with him to gain his trust, bear the humiliation and bear the burden, and plan for a great cause. After my injury recovers, I will use the strategy of driving the tiger to devour the wolf and lead him to fight with the lord of the city.
, the snipe and the clam fight over each other and the fisherman wins. In the end, the great revenge is avenged. He steps on this human corpse to reach the top, accumulates the first pot of gold, becomes the next lord, dominates this city, and finally rules the entire planet, becoming the God of the Fallen Demon.
!'
The small goal was set very big, and he was always thinking of the Sinking Demon. He not only pointed out the next path for it, but also did not harm its interests or threaten its life at all, nor did it trigger a "subconscious" rebound.
Even Fukimaru himself believed that this was the most suitable route for him to come back from adversity and reach the top, so he immediately absorbed and integrated the 'small target' into the deepest part of his soul.
The next moment, the 'Small Target (Other God)' skill took effect, and Fukimaru, who was pretending to be dead, released a ball of flame in his eyes. Driven by the burning desire to survive, and supported by the dream of grand hegemony, his heart was full of motivation and feeling.
He's about to explode.
"Calanicho!"
I saw it let out a strange scream and endured the severe pain as it bounced up. Immediately, the second talent skill 'Little Swan' took effect. Dragging the broken arm and disabled body, it limped around the bonfire with gritted teeth, jumped, and closed its eyes.
...There is no reluctance in my heart, but full of initiative.
It is enduring the humiliation and bearing the burden, and it is trying to win people's trust. Fish-lipped humans, surrender to my wisdom!
Several other people looked at it dumbfounded. They were obviously dying, and the monster in their hearts was full of fear and panic. At this moment, it was like clockwork, brainwashed, and dancing feverishly. Although it was ugly and clumsy, Duke could see that it had a strong influence on it.
The persistence in dancing comes from the heart, is passionate and unrestrained.
It's not forced!
‘Spiritual skills? Bewitching, brainwashing?’ Yuan Xin suddenly pondered, secretly raising Bailang’s danger index by one level in her mind, as if she had mastered some kind of mental suggestion ability.
Feng Ying was also puzzled. Her eyes fell on the collar. She was so well-informed that she couldn't see through it: "Huh? Is the detection system of the small satellite malfunctioning? Impossible, this collar is actually
He is willing to give high-end equipment to the Sinking Demon. You underestimate him.'
Other newcomers who didn't know what was going on only saw the Sinking Demon dancing wildly beside the bonfire, burning the last of his vitality, and finally passed out from exhaustion. In the dream, "Yellow Tu Hegemon was talking and laughing", with a cunning smile on his lips.
After a little soothing dance, the last part of the night follows: a ghost story.
Bailang dragged the fallen demons who were seriously injured and groaning and no longer threatening, to a position less than one meter behind each newcomer. One person and two people served as backgrounds, with screams, gasps, wailing, stench, claws digging into the ground, and sharp teeth.
Special effects such as teeth grinding and staring from behind make them frightened and increase their sense of psychological oppression.
Afterwards, he gathered his emotions and told ghost stories about his hometown in a low voice: the story of the midnight breast singer Yamamura Sadako, and the story of Yamamura's teacher Chu Renmei.
In conjunction with the depressing atmosphere of the scene, the crackling sound of fires, the howls of monsters high in the sky and far away, the gusts of dark wind, and the special effects of the Sinking Demon background plate once again triggered the screams of the scene.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the end, even Bai Lang, the instigator, felt embarrassed. There are ghosts in this world, and even the existence of the Dread Lord. He quickly used the light of the bonfire to perform on-site surgery and set the bones.
He sewed up a 'Sinking Demon' to build up his momentum and successfully suppressed the shock.
But his rough on-site first aid teaching brought another wave of secondary psychological damage to the newcomers.
If the previous ghost stories were just mental torture and damage, then the American cult violent aesthetics (teaching) of blood flying at this moment is another kind of visual and physiological impact.
In short, there is Bailang's masterful rejuvenation in the front, and the whispers of the fallen devil in the back. Several newcomers are on the verge of collapse, mentally numb but dare not act rashly, with expressions that look like crying and laughing, and feel that they will no longer love... I can't guarantee anything else, but tonight's
The nightmare index will definitely explode.
The long-slumbering Otlander is in your dream.
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The party didn't end until about 10:30, and the newlyweds were tortured to the point of ecstasy. Considering that there were two children at the scene (did you realize there were two children?!) Bailang had to arrange for everyone to arrive in advance
Rest and do not affect development.
And focusing on Duke, Feng Ying said: "You two are at an important age for growing up. Come, drink a cup of Kitten Nutritional Milk Powder - children's educational type, rich in nutrients and sleep soundly."
Then, he looked at Ophelia and said: "Come and have a drink too. According to the half-elf algorithm, you are still in puberty and can still develop. There is a famous saying in my hometown: What you drink is what you make up. Although you have already
It’s not too small, but there’s no harm in being bigger, just like a man’s height, there’s no disadvantage in being taller.”
Bai Lang, who is 1.9cm tall, smiled confidently. He is able to reach this stage because of his majestic, tall, strong and handsome appearance.
Seeing the DV girl's eyes falling on the milk powder bucket in his hand, Bai Lang shook his head: "Xia Jing, you are already a college student. If you don't have the chance, don't force it. As a contractor, you should stay up late to cut out the video and upload it as soon as possible.
Paparazzi Paradise, complete the first trial."
After sending everyone back to the temporary room one by one, Bai Lang continued to keep vigil for everyone, and tied up the seriously injured Sinking Demons one by one and hung them in mid-air.
Recalling the scenes that happened today, I feel particularly fulfilled. After all, the author has been scolded for several chapters and was scolded like crazy.
Lang Xun thought, he had already made up his mind about this. Those ferocious readers with overwhelming fighting power should not embarrass the author anymore, right? Otherwise, it would be too much.
