He remembered that he seemed to have been killed by the tentacled monster that Mr. Liu, the steward of the Mansion, had transformed into.
The last thing he saw before he died was Wang Quan's running back.
His body was trembling slightly, and he still remembered the feeling of despair as he was slowly suffocated by the tentacles.
Are you...not dead?
Just as I was thinking about it, the blue sky and white clouds in my sight were blocked by an upside-down head.
"Hey, you're awake?"
Feng Lang was confused for a moment, trying to remember who this familiar guy was.
Then his eyes widened suddenly, and then turned to anger.
Then in a state of extreme anger, he stood up like a carp, firmly grasped the guy's tie, "Wang Quan! You fucking killed us!"
It made Feng Lang, who had always been calm, curse loudly after his defense was broken. It was obvious that Wang Quan's previous behavior of running away directly penetrated his inner defense.
In a state of extreme anger, he unleashed his potential.
Because it only took him 2.7 seconds to finish the above 91 words.
"Let go of your hand!" Wang Quan shook off his hand and said angrily while adjusting his tie, "You really don't understand good people's hearts. If I hadn't saved you, you would have died in that underground secret room! I would really kill you.
, can you still fart with me here?"
Feng Lang was startled, then squatted down and slapped Wangchuan.
"What a fool! Who's going to hit me!"
Feng Lang took back his hand and stood up.
If you can feel pain, it means you are really not dead.
He remembered clearly that Wangchuan set up a flag at that time, and then his head was blown open by the tentacles of the monster Butler Liu. He was absolutely dead.
But looking at the way this guy is jumping around now...99% of it is fine.
But we still have to test him to see if he is really Wangchuan or fake Wangchuan.
There is no way, he committed "True and False Wang Quan PTSD".
He stretched out his hand to pull up Wangchuan, and after waiting for the other three people except the gambler to wake up and get up, Feng Lang asked: "What is the next sentence of 'Xiongguanmandao is really like iron'?"
Wangchuan answered instantly, "Now I'm going all over again! I know this question! By the way, Brother Feng, am I dead? Is there any way to spend points to resurrect the 'Hell Walker' after the death of 'Hell'? You guys give me
Resurrected?"
"No, it's all thanks to Wang Quan." Feng Lang felt relieved.
This poem was written in 1935, and it is now 1927 in the replica world. The aborigines will definitely not know this poem.
For example, Wang Quan, he held his chest out and raised his head with a proud look on his face.
It was obvious that he only understood the last sentence of Feng Lang.
Feng Lang patted Wangchuan, and Wangchuan immediately reacted, smiled and leaned over to hold Wang Quan's hand, saying enthusiastically: "Brother Quan! Thank you so much! Without you, I would be dead!"
"No, no." Wang Quan looked embarrassed, "Actually, it's not possible~ My ability is too weak! If I had some strength, you wouldn't have experienced death!"
Classic advantages blame yourself!
The corners of his mouth were grinning so fast that they reached the back of his head!
Although he actually didn't understand the situation and couldn't get in touch with Miss An, this didn't stop him from taking advantage of the matter to pretend.
Whether or not he will be exposed later is another matter. At least he needs to gain the trust of these guys now to avoid being stabbed in the back by them for no apparent reason.
Feng Lang whispered in front of Wang Quan: "I am a Hellwalker. Ask him if he has special abilities. This is a dungeon world. Be more enthusiastic and ask him what the specific uses of his abilities are. I am from the Second World.
Year 020."
In order to take advantage of the shielding effect of "hell" on the indigenous people, Feng Lang had to insert a lot of "super travel" content into one sentence.
Wangchuan nodded.
Listening to their "conspiracy loudly in front of their faces", Wang Quan's calves began to tremble.
These guys are so happy...it's really hard to hold back laughter.
Fortunately, he is also a man who falls asleep listening to Lao Guo's cross talk every night, and his tolerance for laughter is not low.
But they ask about their abilities...
Wang Quan began to think about how to edit it.
He came up with a good idea.
But just when he was about to speak, a roar sounded.
"Wang Quan?! You're going to fucking die!"
Wang Quan turned around and faced the gambler's shocked and angry face.
Wang Quan is a little confused. What has this guy experienced? Why is he so resentful of himself?
Previously, it could be understood that he had too much trust in the shield of "hell" and considered himself a "hell walker", so he looked down on the "aboriginals".
Now he actually dares to break up with him directly?
However, Wang Quan did not speak sarcastically, and just looked at him calmly.
Maybe the main reason is that the m4A1 muzzle in the hands of gamblers is more intimidating...
Well, the main reason is that Wang Quan doesn't want to quarrel with this group of tools he has appointed.
I’m really not a coward!
"Are you crazy?!"
Feng Lang was also shocked, and then he immediately put down the gambler with Gou Tu and handed over his gun.
Then he immediately turned back to apologize to Wang Quan, "Aquan, I'm sorry, he may have been stimulated. You have a lot of experience, so don't be like him."
"I don't blame him." Wang Quan sighed with an apologetic expression, "I was also young and ignorant. At that time, his sister was married to someone else as a concubine. I was confused for a moment, and in order to get revenge, I took away his beloved childhood sweetheart.
This is actually why he went to study abroad in the West."
He looked down at the gambler and sighed: "But you don't have to pay too much attention. Xiaofang and I didn't get together in the end. Although she was pregnant with my child, because I hadn't made a fortune at the time, she was pregnant with the child in the end.
Married the old man and became his concubine.
"I'm just behind your sister. We are actually on the same side."
He can always support the fire.
The gambler was pinned to the ground by Feng Lang and Gobutu. The two of them kept struggling. While struggling, they cursed, "Fuck you Wang Quan! Fuck your concubine! Fuck your childhood sweetheart!"
Does he care about this shit background setting?
Feng Lang frowned and said: "Don't forget that we are Hellwalkers on a mission! Don't get too involved!"
This is also a test for him, to see if the gambler who was prompted by "hell" as "dead" is actually a real gambler.
Don't ask, just ask and it's "Wang Quan's PTSD".
"Of course I fucking know I'm a Hellwalker!" The gambler struggled a few more times before he could break free, and cursed, "Wang Quan was the one who killed me! He's not a human at all! It's useless for me to shoot him! And he can
Understand what we are saying! The shield of 'Hell' is of no use to him! If you don't believe it, just shoot him a few times and you will know!"
"Impossible! 'Hell' is invincible!" Feng Lang retorted subconsciously.
However, he hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and said to Wangchuan: "Wangchuan, come here, I don't know how to curse."
Wangchuan opened his mouth and called Brother Quan.
After Wang Quan looked over, he smacked his lips and carefully said in a flattering tone: "Brother Quan, your penis is only three centimeters."
Wang Quan: "..."
He showed a kind smile, nodded gently, and said in a gentle tone like the spring breeze, "Thank you, the same goes for you."
So angry! But still keep smiling!
Gan!
Just wait! Wangchuan, right? Everyone has a time when they feel alone!
Wangchuan and others were stunned, and he subconsciously asked: "What is the same?"
"Same handsome."
Feng Lang and others relaxed.
Wangchuan breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and asked casually: "Brother Quan, how on earth did you save us?"
Wang Quan smiled slightly and said the answer he had just made up, "Actually... I have special powers. I can resurrect people who have been killed."