[MTL, BL] My Cards Are Perfect (Unlimited)

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I don't know what kind of owl the silver-blooded owl is. It is bigger than three Su Mingxuans. It is a veritable beast.

The monster roared and howled, and the flesh and blood splashed up. Su Mingxuan moved his steps, avoiding the flying axe, and walked on the ground.

"If only I could fly on a silver-blooded owl..." Su Mingxuan shook his leg, since he entered the dungeon, he can be said to have been walking around, and he hasn't rested much after walking for a few hours, "Unfortunately, Yin The speed of the blood owl is not something that an ordinary person like me can stand."

It is estimated that it will be thrown out into a muddy flesh after flying together.

The speed of the red python is quite suitable, but it can only ride on water. Su Mingxuan thought with regret.

"Okay, what should I do now?" The monsters in the darkness seemed to be missing, one by one axe flew towards him, Su Mingxuan tilted his head and avoided one.

It's impossible for him to apologize to the trash god - after all, it's just the contempt of the gods for ordinary people.

Su Mingxuan was walking in the dark, while the silver-blooded owl surrounded him.

The sound of eagles echoed in the space, and the young man moved his eyes and looked around.

I don't know if the god can't do anything about him for the time being, this will make him see something different and no longer dark.

- His corpse.

Su Mingxuan waved his hand and motioned for the silver-blooded owl to be on guard beside him. He took the puppet master and approached the intact corpse.

Logically speaking, it has been several hours since he entered the dungeon. Even if his corpse is not decomposed, it must have corpse spots - but this corpse is as white as it has just died. Apart from the blood, there is really no other change.

He set his sights on his pierced neck.

The [broken blade of suicide] was still inserted on it, and the blood had solidified and turned black. Su Mingxuan squatted down and pulled the knife out again.

The blade brought out a bit of meat foam, and the head and neck of the corpse were moved, causing the puppeteer to tremble.

"What's the matter with you?" Su Mingxuan asked with raised eyebrows as he looked at the puppet whose hands were shaking like clockwork.

"Boss, I always feel that your corpse exudes an aura that scares me." The puppeteer said slowly, "I can't tell what it feels like, if I insist, it's like my soul has been eroded. ."

Oh?

Su Mingxuan put his eyes back on the corpse.

The puppeteer has no body now. Although her soul is placed in the puppet, strictly speaking, her soul is exposed, and she is more aware of various dangers and auras.

Since she said the corpse had a strange feeling, there must be something on it.

Su Mingxuan examined the corpse carefully, cupped his head in one hand, and observed in the dark.

I don't know what the rules are in this 'bathroom'. It's so dark that I can't even see myself, but I can see my corpse. It's like there is a light source on the corpse, so people can see the fluff on the skin. Chu.

Su Mingxuan approached.

His eyes wandered around the wound, and finally, in the wound opened by the knife, he saw a tiny black light.