bookcurios Chapter 809
Chapter 809
Feng Lan felt more deeply the danger of the S-level player copy. No wonder Ling invited her to join the group after she completed [Tree Heart].
"It's still too weak." Feng Lan looked at his own stats. Except for intelligence, the others were still hovering around three digits. It would probably take many years for him to make a little progress in each copy.
Strength: 762 (+)
[Agility: 878] (+)
Intelligence: 1134 (+)
【Lucky: 76】
Feng Lan took a look, sighed, put away the panel, and looked at the live broadcast of the spotlight. The overwhelming number of dark butterflies drowned out his figure, and only occasionally could a little gold be seen from the large area of red.
After watching for a long time, even though she was already on guard, Feng Lan could not avoid the shadow of the Dark Butterfly in her mind. This time Feng Lan did not escape. She tried to resist this mark by herself, polish her spirit, and at the same time activate the [Transformation] skill, trying to reversely grasp the power of the Dark Butterfly.
It's very difficult.
A little cold sweat seeped out of Feng Lan's forehead. It felt as if the Dark Butterfly in her mind turned into thousands and thousands of Dark Butterflies. She was not stealing power from one Dark Butterfly, but from the vast ocean composed of thousands and thousands of Dark Butterflies, stealing a little from each Dark Butterfly.
She was fighting against a tribe.
"Hey - watching the live broadcast is one thing, but why did you go straight into the host's copy? This is not okay~"
Feng Lan heard the sound of the spotlight, so close that it seemed to be right next to her ear. She opened her eyes and saw a golden gilt pupil that occupied her entire field of vision, with patterns in the pupil like broken ice.
A jade-like finger flicked her, or rather the Nether Butterfly, and Feng Lan came back to her senses. She was still sitting in the player's hut. In the live broadcast room in front of her, all the Nether Butterflies were frozen. The complex colors and graceful postures were like a beautiful sacrifice. A figure emerged from the red, and the Nether Butterflies shattered with him as the center, like burning flames.
[The two-meter-one-foot-high Sichuan wine master: Tsk tsk tsk, damn Deng really knows how to act. This scene would look cool even if I were here.]
[Dark Butterfly Refill: Not bad, really delicious. The power of the spotlight burns my mouth but also feels cool, like a knife dropped into my mouth. It's soft, crispy, rich, and has a hint of evil. It's especially delicious when mixed with the taste of Dark Butterfly~]
As the live broadcast barrage was played, Feng Lan saw a... uh, a bloody mouth covered with scales extending from the side of the live broadcast room. Most of the dark butterflies on the screen were violently sucked into this abyssal mouth, directly destroying the beautiful composition that the anchor had worked so hard to create.
"Ah Ming Si!!!" Spotlight couldn't hold back his slow pace, his eyes etched with anger. With one hand, he grabbed the abyssal maw that had clearly seen him but pretended to casually reach out to swallow him in. With two extremely long fangs, he wore a perfect business smile, his hands moving smoothly to sway the glutton. "The host needs to take care of some personal matters for a while. I'll be back soon."
Feng Lan heard a loud wail, but this time the live camera did not move like before, but instead froze on the large number of frozen dark butterflies in front of him.
After waiting for a long time, the spotlight did not return, so Feng Lan simply turned off the live broadcast.
"Knock knock knock."
Feng Lan's ears twitched slightly, and she looked towards the door. Someone was knocking on the door, the sound neither fast nor slow. It was not Hua Hua or Bi Ke, both of whom had the privileges to come in from the cabin, and it was not Chu Yixuan either. Feng Lan teleported to the door and opened it.
"Long time no see." The ice-white hair was as clean as snow, a little different from the last hair color. Ling stood at the door and smiled at Feng Lan. It was not known whether it was because of the influence of her ability or because she had gone to get a hairdresser, but Feng Lan felt that considering how busy Ling was, it should be the former.
Ling's dark red eyes objectively assessed Feng Lan, feeling somewhat pleased. This time, she wasn't wearing combat uniform. She still wore a tight-fitting outfit with dark red patterns underneath, and a short-sleeved shirt and trousers casually thrown on the outside to dilute the gun smoke on her body. The lightning whip in her right hand transformed into an armband that wrapped around her. "You're a lot more lively than before. Could you please invite me in for a seat?"
Feng Lan saw that Ling wanted to see her this time, so she opened the door and made an inviting gesture, "Come in."
"any drinks?"
"White water."
The two of them sat on the sofa and had a brief conversation. Ling Wen looked at Feng Lan with her gentle dark red eyes and expressed her intention without much conversation.
"Have you thought about going to some killing dungeons?" Ling played with the teacup in her hand. "Your breathing is very stable now. The dungeons given to you by the game and the ones you choose yourself are not strong enough. This will be very safe for you. The dungeons are thrilling, but they won't force you into a desperate situation..."
Feng Lan listened to Ling's words silently without refuting, because that was what she said.
"There is no blood and killing on your body," Ling said, and a soaring aura burst out from his body. That aura did not deliberately suppress Feng Lan, but just spread out like that, making her subconsciously tense up, as if the person in front of her was not a human, but a human-shaped ferocious beast that was drunk with blood.
Feng Lan was shocked, but quickly came to her senses. She had been in the training room, and her coach had given her many similar trainings, but none of them had the same oppressive force as Ling's.
Feng Lan exhaled and admitted this, "Indeed," she turned to Ling and asked, "So, Senior, are you here to recommend a copy for me this time?"
If you just want to point out her problems, there is no need to come here specially.
Ling nodded and put away the force field on his body, "I have one here, it won't kill you, do you want to join me?"
Together? Feng Lan was a little surprised. This meant that Ling was going to join her in the dungeon. The first thing that flashed through Feng Lan's mind wasn't whether Ling would do something bad to her in the dungeon. After all, his abilities weren't that devious. She stared at Ling with her dark eyes, a bit tentative, but also approachable. "Didn't you just say that I'm too well protected?"
Ling looked at Feng Lan as if she were looking at a junior, but compared to her actual age, Feng Lan was also a super junior. She smiled and said, "Growing up does not mean not protecting."
"Of course, in a dungeon, I won't take action unless the person is truly dead."
Feng Lan did not answer Ling directly, but said that she needed two days to think about it. Ling gave her the basic information of the copy and left.
"In three days, no matter what your answer is, I will have to enter the dungeon. Those guys have a strong reproductive capacity. They will multiply all over the world in no time."