Tan Jin became furious and bit his finger hard, letting the blood drip onto the doll. The next moment, he put the doll into his storage backpack.
…
Song Beibei had no idea about this, and she would never have guessed that Tan Jin regarded her as a mysterious and powerful person.
If I knew, I can only say one thing: imagination is a disease and needs to be treated.
now.
She held the knife, pursed her lips and couldn't bring herself to do it. Finally, she closed her eyes, made up her mind, and made a small cut. The pain came over her.
Looking at the blood drops on her hand, she hurriedly put the doll on it, and the next moment, it was absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
at the same time.
Song Beibei felt that she had an extra connection with the doll.
…
late at night.
At twelve o'clock in the morning, Tan Jin appeared silently from the air.
Different from the heavy despair last time.
Although he is now filled with a strong smell of blood and murderous aura, his eyes and eyebrows are full of vitality.
I didn't expect this doll to be so amazing?
If it weren't for the weird game controls, he would have been able to break through this copy directly.
This taste is too wonderful.
Everything depends on Bai Wuchang. Bai Wuchang comes from a puppet, and the puppet was given to her by Song Beibei.
My mind moved.
He was holding a linen bag in his hand, which was full of hemp ropes and nails.
Tan Jin murmured to himself: "This is so much, Beibei should be enough, right?"
"If it's not enough, just get some more next time you do a mission."
Weird world.
The dungeon boss looked at the ruins of Tan Jin's house, and the whole thing felt weird.
Which human being didn't pass the level properly, but instead demolished His home?
Moreover, I can't beat him.
Am I weird, or is he?
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