Feng Linchen really didn't go to the battlefield of **** murder?

Of course he's going!

But not in person, nor recklessly.

Luck is something that can be sold by the pound in Luotian Temple.

And everything that can be bought and sold is actually not that reliable.

Therefore, Feng Linxen rarely gambled on luck, unless there was really no other way.

From another perspective, Captain Guo found that since Feng Linxun made his decision, he has been reclusive and rarely shows up.

On the other hand, Feng Linwen hid in his room, released spirit butterflies constantly, traveled through time and space, and landed on some people who could synchronize with their dreams. He guided these people into the battlefield of blood murder, trying to find a safe way to the deep. path at.

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Feng Linwan woke up again from his dream.

What flashed back in his eyes was the sword light of the thunderbolt world.

"Blood Murder Battlefield... It really lives up to its reputation. I have been dreaming nine times in a row, and I have been synchronized with nine people from different origins and different identities to enter. But none of them persisted for more than half a day... Even with my help and guidance, I would still It's the same. It's a real chaotic place, and there are no rules to be found. It seems that there are only two ways to rely on luck and hard drive." Thinking of this, Feng Linwen recalled that several times in a row, the shocking glance Baoguang.

When a **** falls, his blood is enough to nourish a treasure.

What's more, the battlefield of blood murder, where I don't know how many powerhouses have fallen, their bodies and souls are trapped there, and their wills are also blocked there.

After so many years, no one knows how many precious treasures have really been nurtured.

Thinking of this, Feng Linxun's heart trembled, and he almost couldn't help but go there in person.

"Looks like it won't work if you don't make heavy capital investment!" Feng Linxen thought of this, and his eyes spanned half of the camp, as if it fell on a teenager there.

The boy's name is 'Wu Qiang', a very common name.

But had an unusual experience.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a very ordinary teenager to be thrown into a place like a looting camp.

But this young man, for some reason, provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked, so he was 'reasonably' thrown here.

For the strong, committing an unforgivable felony and being exiled to a looting camp is the last chance.

But for the weak, this is purgatory, a torture even crueler than death.

Wu Qiang was just an ordinary teenager who had never learned even the most basic extraordinary martial arts. After arriving at the raiding camp, he learned some simple fighting skills by himself. But this thing... Learning is equal to not learning, and the eggs are useless.

The reason why Feng Linwan was staring at him is very simple.

Because Feng Linxun could see through the eyes of the sky, although the surface of this young man was covered with dark clouds, he was extremely unlucky.

Of course... this is also one of the reasons why many people in the slaughter camp are not optimistic about him, and even after basic training, they have no intention of using him as cannon fodder. After all, things like bad luck will be involved and contagious.

But Feng Linhan felt that something was wrong.

Such bad luck, and being an ordinary teenager, to be reasonable... it should have died of bad luck long ago.

But the young man still lived tenaciously and tenaciously, like weeds in the cracks of stones, with strong vitality.

This shows that under the cover of the strong bad luck of the young Wu Qiang, it is a rare kind of tenacious fate.

Feng Linxun wanted to guide this young man, using the pot of fortune purchased from Luo Tiandian to forcibly stimulate Wu Qiang's fate, and then possessed a spirit butterfly to guide him to the battlefield of blood killing.

If he can survive, then he can complete the transformation.

If he died... then at least Feng Linxen gave him a chance to change his fate.

There is no dark night in the camp.

Only the setting sun like blood.

Whenever the blood-colored setting sun hangs diagonally behind the hillside in the west of the camp, the campfire in the camp will be lit under the control of the commander Guo, and then under the shroud of fire, the entire camp will be protected.

Let the people in the camp sleep peacefully.

Wu Qiang ended a day of physical exercise and lay on the bed with his eyes blank.

When he was exercising today, he accidentally cut his palm by a stone again. For the next few days, he could not eat with his right hand.

As for those solutions that quickly repair wounds... they won't be used for such a 'waste'.

In fact, if Commander Guo hadn't been kind enough to take him in and give him a bite to eat, he would have died long ago.

In Wu Qiang's world, time seems to be frozen in that moment forever.

All anger, grievances, unwillingness and resentment were frozen, and he was like a soulless shell.

But this time is different.

In his dream, he saw something else.

He saw himself slaughtering the Quartet with his sword in hand, and saw the heads of those who had wronged him and tortured him, their heads rolling under their feet, and they were dying.

He also saw that the girl in the dream, wearing a white wedding dress, under the bright starlight, cast a gentle and sweet look at him.

Then Wu Qiang woke up.

Then he slapped himself a few mouths.

He doesn't even have the right to dream anymore, that's too extravagant!

"What? Think about it, don't you dare? Do you have the guts?" A voice sounded directly in his mind, as if he had another personality.

"Finally... split personality? Great! Are you my dark side? Hurry up and replace me! Hurry up and control my body and life! This reality... I don't want to face it Now! Do you want my body? I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you!" Wu Qiang seemed to be going crazy, knelt on the ground and muttered to himself.

Feng Linye, who was controlling the conversation between Lingdie and Wu Qiang, was also stunned~lightnovelpub.net~ He has been possessed by many people by now.

Some believed that he was an old senior, some regarded him as a demon, and some completely ignored him and acted as hallucinations.

After all... this simplified and auxiliary version of Lingdie's Dreaming, although it increases flexibility, it also gives up a certain degree of control.

However, it was the first time I met him directly as a second personality and actively asked him to control his body.

"Hahaha! Seeing you so cowardly, I really can't believe that we are actually the same person." Feng Linwen simply acted as Wu Qiang's second personality, and said something that should be considered rather shameful.

"Do you want me to replace you? It's exactly what I want, but... I'm not strong enough now, you have to train me. Do you know the leader Feng who delivered the supplies? I know, in his room, There is a pot of good things hidden. As long as we drink it, we can become strong. Then we will go to the battlefield of blood murder together to obtain truly powerful capital." Feng Linxun plays Wu Qiang's second personality, like a devil tempting With Wu Qiang.