Chapter 491： The fear of being dominated by Zhuang Daxian (1/2)

The road of the ancient castle is intricate and often turns a corner, and the people who come forward do not know where to go. Although Xuan Ming was very fast, he was delayed for a few minutes even though he was not familiar with the terrain.

When he arrived, Zi Wei and the shadow were already fighting together.

The black shadow wore a hood and black robe, covering his appearance tightly. He seems to know Ziwei's martial arts skills very well, and he can restrain the opponent with almost every move.

Zi Wei fought a little hard.

Fortunately, the arrival of Xuan Ming shocked the shadow, causing the other party to turn around and run away. He was very familiar with the terrain of the ancient castle, and even pushed aside a wall beside him and got into the secret passage.

When Zi Wei and Xuan Ming went to push the wall again, the secret door had disappeared, and when they knocked on the wall, the sound was solid.

"This is a magic secret passage that will be transferred." The big dragon, who was a step slower, explained breathlessly.

Zhuang Li jumped off Xuan Ming's back, circled around Zi Wei, checked him from head to toe, and finally pointed to a thread of hook on his arm, and asked, "What's going on? When that person ripped your jacket off?"

"I don't know either." Ziwei shook his head.

Zhuang Li said with certainty: "It was broken during the fight. I didn't see any threads on your coat before." He spread his palms and said, "Give me a lighting device."

Dalong quickly took out a flashlight from his backpack.

Zhuang Li looked for a while on the ground with the flashlight, and finally picked up a small clipped fingernail, which should have been left by the shadow just now.

"Why are you looking for this?" Monk Ziwei Zhang Er was puzzled.

"It's nothing." Zhuang Li picked up his nails, looked at them, and then threw them away, as if he was in a panic and was looking for something to do.

Ziwei and Dalong looked at him without words. This man is sometimes mysterious, sometimes a little neurotic.

Xuan Ming asked in a low voice, "Do you know anything?"

"I can't tell you yet." Zhuang Li waved his hand.

At this moment, the task manager vibrated three times in a row, and the three points that were deducted were added back, and the total score was still 15.

"They have already succeeded, let's go back." Zhuang Li looked at the task manager and said firmly.

If you kill those three people, will the points be added back? really? Is the bonus point mechanism really killing each other? Ziwei and Dalong were a little lost along the way. They returned to the living room and saw four corpses lying side by side on the ground, but they had to accept this cruel reality.

If the next time the points are reduced again, who will Zhuang Li kill?

With Xuan Ming around, he can kill whoever he wants, right?

Thinking of this, the team members who were united on the mission just now are now divided into three factions.

Ziwei and Dalong stood far away at the entrance of the stairs.

The five Zhao Feng were injured and were hiding in the corner for treatment.

Huang Mao and Xiaodao stood beside Xuan Ming from left to right, while Xuan Ming followed Zhuang Li step by step.

Zhuang Li was examining the bodies of the four people. He bent down slightly and looked at them one by one, sometimes pinching Hu San's jaw, carefully examining the magic lines on his face; sometimes reaching out and slowly stroking the scales on the side of the snake girl's neck...

After a while, he chuckled twice, showing a clear expression.

"What did you find?" Xuan Ming asked again.

Zhuang Li waved his hand, but did not answer, and turned to look around the hall, his eyes like torches dissecting everyone, even the belt bones. In the end, he looked at Xuan Ming seriously, and his eyes slowly lit up with amazement: "I found that you are very handsome! You are very handsome!"

Judging from his obsessed expression, he was definitely not joking or deliberately diverting the topic, but was genuinely emotional.

Xuan Ming: "..."

"Darling, you are so perfect, I want to kiss you." Zhuang Li threw himself into Xuan Ming's arms, wrapped his arms around his thin waist, and sincerely praised.

Xuan Ming silently supported his forehead, then took the man to the back of the stairs, avoided everyone, and kissed him fiercely. The situation was so tense, but they were completely unaffected.

Zhuang Li hugged Xuan Ming's head enthusiastically, and kissed him deeply and tightly, then wrapped his arms around Xuan Ming's neck, forcing him to lower his head, and kissed his cheek to the lobe of his ear, and then slowly behind his ear.

His superb skills and unparalleled enthusiasm made Xuan Ming almost out of control.

"We're still doing the mission." Xuan Ming had to remind him in a hoarse voice, but just after he finished speaking, he took the initiative to seal the little devil's red and swollen lips.

Regardless of his mission or not!

Zhuang Li smiled while kissing, his eyes twinkling with tiny stars, and he whispered as he took a breath, "Right now is the most important thing."

Xuan Ming pressed the back of the little devil's head and deepened the kiss.

After finally ending this inseparable entanglement, Xuan Ming took out a short knife from his palm and said in a low voice, "This is a weapon made from my ribs, which can kill anyone, including me. You Take it for self-defense."

"Your ribs?" Zhuang Li hurriedly touched his lover's belly, his rosy face had completely faded away.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it will be healed long ago." Xuan Ming grabbed the little devil's hand, rubbed his head again, and commanded: "Drop your blood on it and it will recognize you as the master. You can be like me. Just like that, put it in the palm of your hand, and when you need it, when you think about it, it will appear in your hand."

Zhuang Li played with the short knife, and then pressed his fingertips on the blade to cut a small wound. The short knife sucked a little blood and immediately avoided his fingertips, lest the wound would be cut deeper, and then turned into a ray of golden light that sank into his white palm.

"When in danger, if I'm not here, it will protect you instead of me." Xuan Ming kissed the little devil on the cheek, and comforted: "Okay, don't think about it, I'm no longer in pain."

Only then did Zhuang Li's cheeks regain some blood, and the hand covering Xuan Ming's stomach was also withdrawn.

"I'll give you my ribs too," he whispered.

Xuan Ming hurriedly pressed his head with his big palms, threateningly: "If you dare to hurt your own body, I will..."

Speaking of which, he got stuck. Only then did he realize that he was reluctant to punish the little devil in any way, even spanking, he didn't dare to use force.

"What will happen to you?" Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows and asked fearlessly. He'd rather see what the rake ears could say.

Xuan Ming calmed down and said with a sneer, "I will not let you eat meat for three months."

Zhuang Li, who was so greedy for meat that he wanted to cry: "..."