"Is this OK? The Phantom cannot fight at all and needs your protection..." The Book of All-Information felt that Lyle was too easy to talk to, and even felt a little ashamed of his previous concealment.

"Ah, there is no problem at all. I don't lack real-time combat power that can be pulled. I'm not that enthusiastic about combat."

Lyle maintained a gentle smile, and the stability brought by spiritual analysis made his every move appropriate and generous. "The Phantom Clan has no malicious intentions. In other words, as long as they are not forced to act to harm others, they will be very obedient, right?"

"Do you want to be a saint who sacrifices oneself, Lyle? Then my advice is that staying in paradise is not suitable for you outside. No matter how the times change, the desires generated by the heart will eventually lead to a fight between each other. Posuva is a small microcosm."

Lyle was amused, he covered his stomach and waved to Niya, who was stretching out his tentacles to catch fish in the fountain's body.

"I just want to make a game, a game that can bring happiness to everyone." Ignoring the silence of the Book of All-knowing, Lyle's voice increased, and she opened her hands like a lame actor and announced to the phantoms around her, "I want to make a game, but my abilities are not enough. My friends, can you help me!" Lyle was very greedy for the phantoms' talents. Their spiritual analysis can help him understand the essence of things more quickly. Lyle, who has already experienced that kind of blessing, is very convinced that with the phantom, his Dreamland version update has basically been settled.

Lyle felt the silence for a moment. Then more than twenty little guys with Lyle's thighs surrounded him. They were obviously interested in Lyle's game, while other phantoms took apologetically and then played a role as a tree, a deer, and a stone.

In the eyes of those big phantoms and super phantoms, Lyle's game seemed to be less attractive than being a dead object, Lyle felt a little embarrassed. The Book of All-knowing smiled and patted Lyle's shoulder with an expression that was indeed like this.

"Your help is still not higher than their sense of mission."

Lyle, who had spiritual fusion with the Phantom clan, understood his meaning. Phantom, this magical creature created by the Mystic Nurfa Sheen, has two strong feelings. One is a desire caused by the lack of soul level. Their spiritual defects not only make them unable to do evil, but also cause them to desire for the missing part of themselves. They have a feeling that they have lost their past memories and are eager to know their past. Another feeling is a sense of mission. Nurfa made them as a tool, so the Phantom clan has a strong sense of mission. It is their mission to become a tree to provide fruit, it is their mission to raise the lonely young son of the red deer, it is their mission to guide rivers to regulate the climate, and it is their mission to become flowers blooming and beautiful.

Assisting Lyle in making a game is indeed a novel mission, only for those phantoms who are not clear about or who have forgotten their mission.

Lyle was sure that if he said that there were a group of half-dead disabled victims outside who needed assistance, these phantoms that respected life would definitely come out in full, and even such deception would not cause any damage to him. Because phantom could not even be angry or blamed.

"It's not bad." This is just the first step, Lyle looked at the little guys with satisfaction. He had enough confidence. That dream game would surprise everyone, just like his original intention at the beginning, bringing happiness to everyone.

The tacit understanding was formed in a group, and the little guy who obtained permission instantly turned into a tentacle like Niya and climbed onto Lyle, clearly feeling the phantom possession, but there was not much weight-bearing feeling.

Lyle looked at the Book of All Knowledge, "Old man, then I will take these little guys away and I will take good care of them."

The Book of All-knowledge stands at the bottom of the red tower where the three phantoms meet, waving its funny little palms, like an old man watching the child leave home.

...

The Andre Castle is like being isolated from time alone. It is like a painting preserved in the corner of the world. The gloomy scenery remains static. Even under the influence of the Andre people's mischief, the gloomy corridor and the desolate moonlight in the sky remain unchanged.

Sneaky whispers and vague phantoms travel through the castle, and the breath of death sucks between lips and teeth.

"Don't you think the temperament of the epidemic doctor has changed? Since he came back..."

After thinking for a while, I recalled the appearance of Mr. Epidemic Doctor from the brain that specifically used to recognize taste. After the president of the Necrotic Figure Society, Mr. Epidemic Doctor returned to Andre, I was promoted to the Four Locks. Compared with the change in ability, the feeling of flexibility was the sudden laughter that he would make from time to time on the laboratory. Through the sharp bird's beak mask and reflective lenses, the sharp laughter echoed in the laboratory. It was a bit creepy, even for those who were undead, the promoted Mr. Epidemic Doctor had an inexplicable terror. It had been there before, but it was more obvious now.

"What do you think is the laughter? The disguised skin finally couldn't bear the darkness of the soul. The expression management caused by the strengthening ability was out of control?" Shining Liang was very concerned about these behaviors. Looking at his face full of scales, she felt that this companion's curiosity was a little troublesome.

As a member of the community who believes that Andrei knows the best about Mr. Epidemic Doctor, and is also a participant in the legend of the Dark Star of Epidemic Doctor and the creator of a series of rumors, Mr. Bingyi naturally deepened the words and deeds of Mr. Epidemic Doctor.

"Do you think the epidemic doctor will make a low-level mistake of losing control of expression management?"

Shinliang then realized that he seemed to have accidentally stepped on the overreaction button of his companion, and continued to express his opinions without caring.

"Failure was the beginning of Andrees, and I think my guess is relatively reasonable."

"Don't put your shallow thoughts on our president. Remember when we were still being beaten by the Dragon Mentor, he had already suspended Professor Dragon forever." Mr. Bingyi pinched his chin and made the brainstorm explode further. "This behavior... is not... and seems... and it seems not... I understand."

Shinliang saw the adaptation and looked like I understood it again, so I waited for the following text.

"The current performance of the epidemic doctor boss is that he doesn't have to pretend anymore. The time is ripe and he can react with a confident and sarcastic smile. Just like the mastermind behind the scenes has done everything, waiting for the prey to fall into the trap."

Shiny and don’t believe it, pretending to be a fool, questioning unconvincedly, "The time is ripe? How is it ripe? He has just been promoted to the Four Locks. What is the time? Can Four Locks help him hunt prey that he could not solve before? Think about it carefully, who are the people who can be remembered by the Epidemic Doctor?"

"Those professors and the disaster of the Holy Light have long surpassed the Four Locks. The three of the Literary Society can barely..." The shining voice became smaller and smaller, and his pace of adaptation became slower and slower. Only then did the two remember that the Necrotic Figure Society was just apprentice in the beginning, and their level was generally not high. Not long ago, the three of them were still at the level of Four Locks like Lyle, and now Lyle has been promoted alone...

"Haha...haha...it shouldn't be possible. Even if you cross one level, your strength will not be too different to the level of being killed instantly. Moreover, I am loyal to the boss of the epidemic doctor. He probably won't remember the trivial matters I cheated on him..."

Shinliang shivered when he saw Biantong. The cold wind whimpered from the courtyard and entered the corridor. Jiantong also smiled and answered Shinliang's words, "Say... That's right, the boss of the epidemic doctor should not be the kind of personality that treats us as material for experimental materials. Even if he is a new student representative who is highly expected by the professor, probably... it won't improve much combat power if he is promoted to the Four Locks..." Jiantong opened the door to the blood-bone honeycomb structure of the Necropolis figure club. "Speaking of this, manipulating that kid is more inclined to fight. Although he is just a arrogant and stinky brother, his combat power should be comparable to the Four Locks level......"

Shiny and adaptable looking at the community laboratory, the flesh and blood camouflage holding the jaw bones to prevent it from falling off.

A huge twisted flesh and blood creature entrenched in the center. It has curly spiral strip-shaped tentacles connected to the base of the hemispherical base. The top of the tentacles are three and a half meter long dark black petals, and the surface has complex sharp teeth like nails. When closed, the tightening petals will turn into a bud like a locked iron virgin.

The person bitten by this man-eating flesh flower will be hung in the air, and the buds that pulsate like the heart, the exposed lower bust twitches like a dead frog that was shocked by electricity.

Why is the adaptation known this? Because there is a bud on this twisted creation, with a half-woven corpse hanging at the opening, and the unlucky guy is wearing boots manipulated by his stupid brother.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha," a nightmare-like laughter appeared from behind the magic flower. The Epidemic Doctor slapped the demonized and hanging rhizome, gently stroking a rabbit. He looked at the two of them with a very dangerous expression, "You are here just right, I need your help to test the new experimental creation..."

The adaptation and shining rushed to the door immediately, and there was only one thought in their swaying brains.

There is a fatal flaw in the Andre Code, which was repeatedly revised by Mr. Law.
Chapter completed!