Zhang Qiling flicked the Jing Zhe in his hand, and the blue-purple light on the knife became brighter.

Ye Fan said:

"Brother, this thing's death spot is under the head, and it's afraid of fire."

Zhang Qiling nodded and said:

"I'll show you the way."

Ye Fan pulled out the ancient black gold knife behind him, and said:

"We act together."

Then, the two looked at each other and rushed forward at the same time.

Zhang Qiling met the first tentacle head-on, and cut the tentacle in two with a flick of his arm.

When the squid hurt, the tentacle struggled in pain.

And Ye Fan put a sliding shovel beside Zhang Qiling in this gap, skipped this tentacle and continued to run forward.

And while he was running forward, three long and thick tentacles protruded from the darkness.

With a flick of Ye Fan's arm, a sharp blue light blade slashed in the air, and the tentacles coming from the same direction were cut off by him with very neat incisions.

Circles of tissue were exposed inside the tentacles that fell to the ground, and after falling to the ground, they were still struggling in pain.

But almost instantly, one of the tentacles was stepped on by Zhang Qiling's combat boots.

The third tentacle coming from a different direction was stung in by him, and just like that, he poked the tentacle and pulled it back, directly relying on this force to pull the tentacle off from the middle!

The broken threads pulled out from the middle of the tentacles also broke instantly after a burst of blue-purple light suddenly appeared from the blade of Jing Zhe.

The ink-poisoned centipede squid hidden in the black ink on the opposite side of the corridor let out a heavy roar and mournful sound.

The tentacles and black ink poison that followed became even more violent.

At this time, the ink poison was already stronger and thicker than before, which Zhang Qiling and Ye Fan could see from the two different black tattoos on each other's bodies that were burned more vigorously.

The speed of the two people increased instead of decreasing, two cold lights flashed alternately, and the oncoming tentacles fell to the ground one by one.

The tentacles that fell to the ground were all twisting and struggling in pain.

For a moment, the severed limbs on the ground looked like stranded fish all over the ground.

In a very short time, the two of them quickly walked to the place where they could fully see the shape of the ink poison centipede squid.

I saw that even though many tentacles had been cut off by them, there were still dozens of tentacles wriggling under its head.

Ye Fan raised his hand, and Zhang Qiling stopped with him.

Standing beside Ye Fan, he looked like an expressionless Dharma protector.

After stopping, the movements of the two were very synchronized. They both swung the knives in their hands, and a puddle of sticky liquid fell to the ground.

Ye Fan stepped on his foot while swinging the knife, and the blue light circle quickly spread from his foot.

"Li Zi."

"Blazing red lotus."

Immediately, on the ground not far in front of them, a trace of a red lotus bloomed suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the red flames lit up, and immediately there was a very ear-piercing sound of scorching watery things and the roar of the squid itself.

At the same time, there was a wave of...

The aroma of sizzling squid.

Ye Fan wrinkled his nose, he was hungry.

He looked in the direction of the poisonous centipede squid, looked at the tentacles, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were brighter than before.

On the one hand, Zhang Qiling saw that the ink poison around him was gradually dissipating. When he turned his head to look at Ye Fan, he noticed the change in the expression on Ye Fan's face.

He swallowed his question about Ye Fan's magical formation, and asked instead:

"What's wrong, Ye Fan."

Ye Fan used an ancient black gold knife to pierce a writhing tentacle from the ground, and said solemnly:

"I was thinking, is it better to eat sashimi, or to eat squid on iron plate.".

And the tentacle didn't know whether it really understood Ye Fan's words, or it just lost its last vitality at this time, and it lost any sign of twisting in an instant.

It hangs down feebly on the tip of the ancient black gold knife, as if it looks very stale.

Zhang Qiling looked at Ye Fan, then at the broken tentacle, with an undisguised smile on his lips.

He didn't know if he was laughing because of Ye Fan, or because of the broken tentacle.

But Ye Fan missed Zhang Qiling's rare smile by coincidence.

Because in his mind, the voice of the system prompt suddenly came out.

[Ding——everything can be eaten is in line with Liu Yong's role, reduction degree +...]

If he hadn't heard this system prompt, Ye Fan might as usual, naturally accept the reduction degree and skills or item rewards that the system gave him.

You will not miss Zhang Qiling's smile.

But this time is different, this is the system restore that Ye Fan is determined to resist.

He quickly interrupted the system's reward report in his mind, and said:

"Stop, stop."

"Please stop your dangerous behavior."

"I'm happy with your agility as a system, but you also need to strengthen your flexibility as a system."

"There is really no need to restore such a very ghostly character."

"If you are like this, I really won't invest in you for ten consecutive draws in the future."

Hearing Ye Fan's hateful threat of not continuing to draw ten times in a row, the system said with a cold mechanical girl:

[The system has detected dissatisfaction with the restoration of the host character, and has turned on the sub-fit character restoration mode. 】

[Ding——The host's heart behavior was detected, which is consistent with Ye Buxie's character, and the reduction rate is +3%.The current reduction rate is 8%, and the corresponding point has been multiplied by 8% and put on the host. 】

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the system had indeed changed his role very flexibly.

Continue to listen to the system's report.

[Congratulations to the host, get the system reward. 】

[Ding——The Thousand Chance Umbrella has been upgraded. It has been upgraded to have a musket form and a spear form. Now the Thousand Chance Umbrella has an umbrella form, a shield form, a musket form, and a spear form. 】

[Ding——The host's behavior of using Fenghou Qimen to destroy the enemy is consistent with the role of Wudang Wang Daochang, the reduction rate is +5%, and the current reduction rate is 30%.The corresponding points have been multiplied by 30% and placed on the host. 】

[Congratulations to the host, get the system reward. 】

After finally hearing Wang Ye's name in the system rewards for a long time, Ye Fan almost excitedly rubbed his hands with a fly.jpg.

[Ding—one hundred million. 】

Ye Fan: ...

Although, why are you a little disappointed after hearing such a simple and rude reward?

This [-] million made Ye Fan inevitably think of a hot man with a small goal of [-] million, a hot man who made his son self-made with [-] million.

Very good, your surname Wang is indeed remarkable.

Ye Fan complained again in his heart:

System, you also have today, is there no skill in the inventory to give me a reward?

Chapter 196 Liu Bowen Doesn't Knock Fanhua CP?

When Ye Fan's consciousness withdrew from being dragged by the system, the expression on Zhang Qiling's face had returned to his normal one.

The ink poison in the tunnel has also dissipated.

And the true face of the ink-poisoned centipede squid hidden behind the ink-poison was finally fully revealed.

It's just that its shape at this time is more than a circle smaller than before.

After being roasted for a circle, most of the water in the body is lost.

At this time, the outer skin has become crispy, the color is golden, the fat is exposed, the outer is charred and the inner is tender, and it looks very crispy and refreshing.

The air is filled with the aroma of fat and protein being grilled.

Ye Fan fanned the air in front of him with his hands, and finally sighed faintly.

I said that with so many legs, it would be a pity not to make it into a teppanyaki.

And just as he was observing the ink-poisoned centipede squid, judging whether he needed to make up the knife, he saw a pitch black when he looked up.

Ye Fan quickly looked at the walls on both sides of the corridor.

Fortunately, the walls on both sides are still the color of the normal blue bricks themselves.

At this time, Ye Fan regretted that he didn't pretend that he didn't hear and sealed the little brother, so that he could use Kan Gua to paint the scorched tomb roof again when everyone didn't know.

just now……

Ye Fan secretly glanced at Zhang Qiling who was looking at him at this time, and immediately looked away with a guilty conscience.

I hope that the beauty of the tomb top that I love will be destroyed, and it will not have a bad impact on my experience.

Zhang Qiling caught Ye Fan's dodge, and felt even more puzzled.

At this time, the members of the archaeological team who were sealed by him just now and He Lianjing were still waiting obediently in place.

Ye Fan was about to turn around to help them pull out all the silver needles.

The moment he turned around, Zhang Qiling grabbed his arm.

Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Zhang Qiling:

"Bro?"

Zhang Qiling looked at Ye Fan and asked:

"Have I seen you before?"

Ye Fan shook his head.

A fleeting trace of sadness flashed in Zhang Qiling's eyes, and he let go of Ye Fan's arm.

Although Ye Fan didn't know why Zhang Qiling asked such a question, he could vaguely sense Zhang Qiling's emotions, as if he was looking for some connection.

So before Zhang Qiling's hand dropped completely, he grabbed his hand and said:

"But I've seen you a long time ago."

I saw you through the eyes of others.

Ye Fan shook Zhang Qiling's hand vigorously as a sign of encouragement.

Then, looking back at the members of the archaeological team, he said to Zhang Qiling:

"Brother, everyone here will remember you."

Zhang Qiling's eyes moved, but he didn't follow Ye Fan's gaze in the direction of the archaeological team.

Instead, he looked at Ye Fan's sideways face and nodded solemnly.

"it is good."

"Ye Fan, I will never forget you again."

Although he didn't understand the meaning of Zhang Qiling's "never again", Ye Fan was still very moved by the second half of the sentence.

He nodded:

"Okay, it's a deal."

Then, let go of Zhang Qiling's hand and returned to the direction of the archaeological team.

Ye Fan took back all the silver needles in a very short time again, and everyone recovered almost at the same time.

The damp and cold corridor just now became warm and dry, not to mention that the air was filled with the smell of barbecue.

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