Elf Archer of Life in Another World

York's giant hammer hit the ground, and the rough metal collided with the hard rock. There was a clang, and the sparks that shot out were like a small cluster of blooming stars in the somewhat dim underground space.

"Forget it, wait a moment."

Nick was also discouraged. He sat next to Nian Nian and nodded her forehead with hatred: "You actually let yourself be caught. When you go back, give me a good leveling up and arm me from head to toe. Magic scrolls or something."

Carry it with you, and let Kraft equip you with a magic cannon and heavy machine gun, I don’t believe anyone can catch you!"

"I agree, so when I return to the City of Usher, follow me directly back to the Forest of Jesus, and I will supervise it." Dion nodded.

"Perhaps we need to continue to strengthen ideological education. I always feel that you will be caught not because of lack of strength, but because you think too much." Sara raised her eyebrows and responded with a silly smile.

"Those who are not comrades are all enemies." Kraft said word by word, and Nian Nian immediately straightened his face and kept nodding his head.

"Can you get her a pet or something?" Yorke tried to challenge the professional boundaries in the game. Thinking back to the various monsters and beasts he had seen, and thinking of his big rat that he hadn't seen for a long time, he added, "It looks like

The kind that is fierce and able to fight."

"Or equip her with various defense scrolls, and the light shield will be seamlessly connected for about ten minutes." Jekyll lowered his head to calculate and clicked his tongue, "It seems a bit too expensive, and there don't seem to be that many defenses on the market.

reel."

"Money is not an issue. We can sell Dion for one hundred at a time, with a 20% discount on the night." Hyde interrupted.

"Doesn't it seem too cheap?" Niannian moved uncomfortably, his vision blurry, but his smile was bright, "It's not cost-effective to sell by the number of times. You should price based on the length of time."

Dion shook his head helplessly and gave Nian Nian a candy: "Everything is fine, let's go home first."

"e, ahyself, and I will give thee a reward." John took off his helmet and winked mischievously at Nian Nian. (1 Kings 13:7)

"I like your braids." Nian Nian's eyes lit up. She had coveted John's dreadlocks for a long time, but John never braided them for her.

Does this hairstyle look good? John looked at Sarah as if asking for help - this was the person with the most normal aesthetics he knew.

Sarah smiled gently but dangerously and made a scissors gesture, and John immediately put on the helmet - Sarah meant that she would rather shave John's head bald than let him harm Cy's hair.

John pulled down his mask, hugged the book in his arms tightly, and cast a helpless look at Nian Nian.

Nian Nian laughed for a while, thinking about the house that belonged to them hidden in the city of Usher, and the messy family photos they painted on the wall like a joke. He closed his eyes and murmured: "It's so ugly, I want to

Repaint.”

...

The closed copper door creaked open again. Qi Youfeng rushed out and felt his heart skip a beat, as if he was being clenched tightly by a big hand, or as if he was being held in turn by two hammers.

Beat it to squeeze out some blood and oxygen for him to breathe.

Surrounded by a circle of pale pink flowers, Nian Nian leaned on Nick's shoulder, with his chest rising and falling slightly. Nick hummed an old English song softly. York clapped his hands, acting as a harmony and instrument, and occasionally complained about the lyrics, making Nian Nian giggle.

Laughing, the twins were still talking to themselves, Dion and Sara wrote and drew together, Kraft was surrounded by the smoke of the hookah again, and John was undoing his messy braids.

Nian Nian's face was very ugly, his legs were tied together, his arms were twisted behind his back, and the noose around his neck was cut into his flesh, making Nian Nian's whole head look shaky.

Judging from the experience of the bandits in Prison Dragon Village kidnapping people many times, Qi Youfeng could tell at a glance that the situation in every year was probably not good, and those sweet and dreamy pink mist, combined with the declining blood line after he stepped into it,

It also shows the attitude of others.

"There's nothing we can do?" Qi Youfeng walked quickly to Nian Nian, squatted down, and snatched her from Nick's arms. Nick raised his eyelids, still humming in a low voice.

"Almost."

Nian Nian raised her head, and the sky made of rock and soil above them had been rumbling for two or three minutes. It seemed that the battle between the black dragon and the monks was not over yet, and she could not wait until the battle was over.

I can't wait for the time to negotiate peacefully with Immortal Lord Taihui.

"The demon-binding lock is a thing of the Yunji Sword Sect, who made it?" Qi Youfeng quickly checked her situation and thought of various countermeasures.

"It belongs to Immortal Lord Taihui," Nian Nian confessed honestly, "and the thunder talisman planted by Xuan Xuzi."

Qi Youfeng cursed in a low voice, knelt on the ground, and smiled bitterly:

"The strength of the demon-binding lock is linked to the strength of the caster. I am afraid that only the head of Yunji Sword Sect can forcibly cut off the demon-binding lock of Taihui Immortal Lord. The thunder talisman implanted in the body will flow into the heart veins, invisible and colorless.

Only Xuan Xuzi himself can remove it."

He hugged Nian Nian and kissed her forehead: "Wait until I find you."

Nian Nian nodded, her eyes lingering on his face. They all felt that they would be resurrected like a player, but she really didn't have this confidence.

"Someone promised that nothing will happen to you, don't worry." Nick lowered his head and half-closed his eyes, saying as if he was sleeping.

If not, they wouldn't be so relaxed and comfortable now.

Nian Nian raised his head, and the twins made two V-signs, one to the left and one to the right, one a little bit coy and the other a little exaggerated.

"Don't bother them, you'll be fine." Simil, who was following Qi Youfeng and ignored by everyone as expected, also spoke, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.

It was the first time that these people greeted him with such emotional eyes. Simil shook uncomfortably and looked at Dion:

"I'm sorry to disturb your collective/suicidal mood, but please calm down first?"

Dion looked quite regretful, tapping the ground, and the circle of pink flowers suddenly withered away, turning the ground into a dull red.

Seeing the same expressions of regret on the faces of the others, Simil suddenly felt that these people did not choose to leave the game collectively because they were helpless with the situation every year, but simply did not want to play anymore and wanted to go home quickly.

As soon as he got the benefits from him, he wanted to run away. Simil felt like he was being robbed.

He really doesn't fit in with the popularity of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group.

Simil took out a scarlet gemstone, turned to Sarah and said, "Please use the "Water Illusion" to create an illusion."

Sarah acted as she was told and reminded: "I just tried it. Although there is no such rope on the phantom, it cannot replace the real and fake at all."

Simil smiled: "Don't worry, I have a way."

He lifted up another sculpture-like Nian Nian and placed it at Nian Nian's feet. He kindly warned: "Maybe... it will feel a little strange, please be patient."

"Also," Simil considered, looking at Qi Youfeng, "you'd better avoid the next scene."

Qi Youfeng was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and walked back to the bronze door - time is life, and her life is even more his.

Seeing Qi Youfeng's disappearing figure, Simil placed the scarlet gemstone on Nian Nian's heart.

Nian Nian was about to ask him what he was going to do, but instead he made a strange grunting sound and a series of bubbles. The corner of his grinning mouth dropped to his collarbone, and his twisting tongue seemed to lick the sliding eyeballs.

She understood what Simil meant. This was indeed a very strange feeling.

She was melted.

The five senses were still there, but the organs were distorted. Nian Nian rolled his eyes and saw his ribs being twisted together, and he also saw the illusion beside him that was also melting.

After a while, Nian Nian only felt that something was stuffed into her chest, and a bulging feeling came from her stomach. She turned her eyes and saw a large tangled mass of colorful...

...two intestines?

Her body and illusion melted together?

Nian Nian shuddered and was extremely grateful to Simil for asking Qi Youfeng to avoid it. This scene made her feel sick just thinking about it.

After the body melted, the demon-binding lock also tightened, but it did not bind a ball of air.

Like riding a slide, Nian Nian is being sucked away by a strange falling feeling, mixed with and separated from another set of her own internal organs and bones, a heart like candle oil, ribs like a hose, and intestines like a loach passing through her.

The retinas staring at the sky squirmed into a smooth, soft tofu-like mass at her toes.

As she fell, Niannian felt that she had kicked another beating heart. After a few seconds, her toes hooked into another hip bone.

After a few breaths, Nian Nian felt his skull re-solidify and his facial features returning to their original positions. He made two gentle chirps, his eyeballs were pushed into his eye sockets by the bulging brain medulla, and his two eyelids were stretched on his brow bones.

superior.

Niannian raised his recovered upper body slightly, and saw that his abdominal cavity had swelled from a puddle of wrinkled, flat soft skin, and his two legs were still sliding down softly, crossing each other with the other legs, each condensing.

In fact, she also saw "Nian Nian" who was still bound by the demon-binding chain, and showed a stiff and lifeless smile to herself.

Nian Nian's scalp became numb for a while, so he lay down on the ground. After his feet solidified again, he got up, rubbed his arms vigorously, and kept shaking.

This is definitely the weirdest experience in her life!

Simil felt relaxed and full of smiles. Although he had already had his makeup melted several times, the weird feeling still made him feel sick to his stomach. Unexpectedly, the process of watching others melt was surprisingly pleasing to the eye and enjoyable.

He turned to look at the others, hoping to see expressions of fear, disgust, and awe on their faces, but he only saw a few faces that were ready to move, and his pleasure was suddenly halved.

Nick walked thoughtfully to Nian Nian, pinched her from head to toe, and asked seriously: "How does it feel?"

"The feeling of eating yourself and then slowly vomiting yourself out." Nian Nian told the truth.

"Interesting," Nick nodded and looked at Simiel expectantly, "How did you do it? What is the effect of that gem?"

Simil's face was expressionless: "One-time props, please pay per view."

"Whatever you have left, I bought them all!"