C Language Cultivation

The prop screamed with a trembling voice: "This, this..."

Lin Xun had already realized the fuss of this person. After looking at it, he saw a slight tremor in his figure, and a kelp strip prop in his hand also shook slightly.

In front of the prop master, there is a mountain of tentacles. The ugly and twisted tentacles are more complicated due to the entanglement. Lin Xun looked a little vomiting.

Lin Xun: "What's wrong?"

Props Division: "Ah!"

Lin Xun stepped forward.

"You suddenly talked and scared me," said the prop master.

Lin Xun: "What were you talking about?"

"This, that's it." The prop master pointed to the intertwined tentacles scattered on the floor and said, "I was dazzled and saw that they were moving, and now they are not moving."

"Also..." His voice went low, squatting on the floor, picking up a thin tentacle, like to mutter to himself: "This material is too slippery, everything is piled here, too heavy It’s scary to slip a little bit. Why did Gao Dao always play with these things? The last night’s youth hostel made me choke enough. I was obviously courageous and had nightmares for several nights. Next time there is Gao Dao I will never come back again, how good it is to make props for costume dramas."

Lin Xun smiled. The props master was eventually erased by Madam Butterfly with illusion, and no longer remembers things that violate the materialist worldview, but the memory can be modified, but the emotions are deeply engraved into it. Poor man.

During the speech, the whole tentacle pile was moved again.

The prop master reached out and grabbed a human headball that rolled down from the top and piled it aside: "It's really slippery."

With that said, he also touched the surface of the tentacle.

Between the electric light and the stone fire, Lin Xun unzipped the backpack and lifted it with his backhand!

"What's wrong?" The prop master turned around, and this time, the whole person fell to the ground: "Ah!!!!!!"

Lin Xun used the keyboard to open a tentacle that suddenly fell from the ceiling, sighed, changed the key to a sword, light-up technique stepped on, a sword light flashed, the fog of the entire area was broken by the clear light, and the visibility suddenly increased by Meters. He looked around and saw silence. Only the prop master shivered to pick up the tentacle that fell from the ceiling: "This...how did it come."

"Alive." Lin Xun said.

At the same time, the system sounds.

"Trigger the side mission "Lost Shore". Mission Description: Everything is happening where you can't see it."

"Mission objective: Escape from water mist."

"Mission Reward: Chaos Chest x1, Spirit Power 10."

"Tip: Contain hidden tasks, please explore."

There is something strange in this place, which has long been his expectation, so he has been observing all around with his eyes open. Just now, a code quickly lit up and flashed. He subconsciously blocked it and shot down a tentacle that didn't know why it fell from the ceiling. He did not expect that the danger lurking here did not come from Director Gao Liao, but from these props that were randomly placed in the corner.

The underground haunted house seemed to be a prop.

Props: "Don't deliberately scare me."

Lin Xun did not talk nonsense to him, lifted his back collar, and dragged people back! The ground slipped, and the propsman slid out two meters at once, carrying his back on the ground, planting a heel firmly, saying, "You!"

Lin Xun didn't talk nonsense to him, saying that sooner or later, three ugly pink tentacles flew out of the tentacle pile!

He quickly mobilized the code, the three sword qi directed at him in three different directions, blazed away from the tentacles, and issued a dull "dong dong" three consecutive sounds.

The texture of the tentacle is definitely not as soft and smooth as the props said, like jelly, but soft and **** the outside, which Lin Xun heard from the voice. These three sword qis are his normal level, and Kankan only cut off the tentacles in half. It can be seen that these tentacles are definitely not ordinary Jindan repairs.

Lin Xun: "Qi Yun!"

"Ah?" Qi Yun's unknown voice came from afar.

Lin Xun stepped back a few steps and looked around carefully with the keyboard: "There is something here, you come and help."

"Do you still have a conscience?" Qi Yun said: "I'm going to pant now, don't you know?"

Lin Xun: "You think of a way!"

As he was saying, another thick tentacle protruded from the other corner of the room, and came quietly to his back, like an African python, bending and circling, seemingly trying to get him wrapped up.

But who is Lin Xun? He was a man of heavenly eye technique, and turned a second before the tentacle officially launched the attack, an extremely compressed sword light was like a truly indestructible blade, with a piercing scream and tentacle hit! After a blunt sound, the tentacles were vigorously removed by three quarters, the gel material splashed, Lin Xun pressed the keyboard, and another blow, the tentacles fell softly.

——Falling in front of the prop master.

The props division who fell on the ground with his back on the ground used both limbs, crawling fast backwards, his face was white, and the words were unclear: "You...I...this..."

It was not the first time Lin Xun saw this man who was demented. He was strange, but Qi Yun heard another voice from there.

"Fuck." Qi Yun's slow footsteps gradually approached: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Lin Xun warned back slowly around him: "There are monsters, the props are alive."

"Those tentacles?"

"Well," Lin Xun said, "you are similar, be careful."

"Go, I am a fish, but not an octopus."

"Anyway, your hometown is in the water."

"Pull it down, I am a freshwater fish."

In the mist, he bumped back to back.

Lin Xun: "Be careful!"

The sound of breaking wind came, and at the same time, an unpleasant smell came over. Each of the ten tentacles came from a different direction, and each had its own ugliness. Sweep over them from the invisible!

Lin Xun clicked the keyboard several times, the sword gas condensed in the air, and then pierced in that direction. The sword gas was thin and thick, and the shape was large and small. Different strength and strength corresponded to different thickness and length. The tentacles, as if they had their own minds, attacked ten tentacles!

"I fuck," Qi Yun blurted out an outdated word: "Why are you still using my sword spirit? Did you give me money?"

"Go out and give you again." Lin Xun said: "Thank you."

"No," Qi Yun said: "Although your sword spirits are all mine, how are they different?"

Lin Xun: "I adjusted it."

"Impossible." Qi Yun: "A talent like me, who can only emit forty-nine identical sword qi at the same time, can't let them change individually. How can you multitask?

Lin Xun wanted to turn around and hit Qi Yun's head hard with the keyboard. Now in this urgent situation, this person actually still feels the skill of breaking the sword and practicing the sword.

His "multi-tasking" is actually not an exclusive stunt, nor is it because he has a high IQ.

——Because he loaded the operating system, a qualified operating system.

The five major functions of the operating system: process and processor management, job management, storage management, device management, and file management. It is precisely because of these functions that the machine can run in an orderly manner, handling the complex tasks assigned to it by the user. Processes, that is, calculations for different characters, occur all the time on a computer. How can a qualified computer only maintain one process?

Under the deployment of the operating system, how difficult is it to execute multiple tasks in parallel?

However, in the face of Qi Yun, he could not explain it this way.

So he said: "Because I'm a baby."

"Ah?????" Qi Yun uttered a scream of indecent tone, and started a duet with the prop master curled up in the corner.

"Fuck!" Qi Yun suddenly yelled after screaming.

This competitive sword repair seems to have collapsed. Lin Xun plans to reason with him after getting out of danger. Jian Xiu should practice his sword well. A quiet time to meditate.

Thinking like this, he suddenly sighed.

He felt a little cold behind his back. It was obviously warm just now. He and Qi Yun stuck together back-to-back for the convenience of defense.

Can't help but feel a bit cold, and a little...empty.

He turned his head suddenly, empty behind him, only white mist, where is Qi Yun's figure?

"Qi Yun?" Lin Xun shouted.

There seemed to be a rustling voice in the distance.

Lin Xun: "Where are you?"

"I'm here..." Qi Yun's weak voice came from the right and seemed to be on the verge of suffocation.

"Something entangled my feet, dragged me away, you fucking... Come here! I can't fight now."

Lin Xun flew past and saw a bunch of tentacles tumbling over, lying on the ground with Qi Yun, who was simply struggling. The tentacle group had swallowed Qi Yun’s calf, they continued to go up, and another tentacle was entangled. Qi Yun's right wrist. Lin Xun turned the key into a sword, and chopped towards the tentacle. The tentacle broke off. Qi Yun released his hands, and after a few helpless puffs in the air, he grabbed Lin Xun's hand and Lin Xun took him out. Pulling, he also tried to come here, his legs struggling, trying to get rid of the tentacles that were holding him firmly.

"Don't tug!" His voice suddenly became miserable.

Lin Xun's movement paused.

"Fuck, there is a suction cup, the skin on my leg is pulled." Qi Yun gasped for a few breaths. "It hurts, don't pull it, you hit the tentacle first."

Lin Xun tugged at him with one hand and could neither pull it out nor let him be pulled back by the tentacles. He held the gray sword and countless sword beams blazed towards the tentacles.

"Ah!!!" Qi Yun screamed again, and the screams of the props in the distance followed one another: "Don't fight! You move them when you hit them, and I hurt when they move!"

In a dilemma, Lin Xun looked around and wanted to see what tools there were.

No.

The whole room is empty, and there is no sword that can be used by sword repairs, except for the tentacles that are foggy.

Fog...

Fog!

He raised his head violently!

Fog machine!

There was one on his left hand, and he threw it over, groped a few times, and turned the power to the maximum.

At the same time, Jian Qi was agitated, retreating in a circle and trying to entangle his tentacles.

"You just let me go?" One tentacle had wrapped around Qi Yun's neck, the rest of the tentacles had already engulfed his lower body, Qi Yun's long hair was also pulled by the small tentacles, and only the upper body was exposed Outside, the image is miserable and helpless.

"Hold on." Lin Xun concentrated on the tentacles that wanted to pull him in, and from time to time looked at the prop master who was creeping on the floor in the distance. Although this person's courage was a little smaller than the last meeting, he didn't faint, and he could understand him. It can be seen that the experience of the underground haunted house still invisibly tempered his psychological quality.

When it was said that sooner or later, Lin Xun ran to the center of the wall and unscrewed all the fog machine switches!

The buzzing sound of the tide is on the side of the room, and the white fog is much thicker, unlike the fog, it can be said to be rain. Lin Xun was confused by the mist. The air in front of him was about to drip out of water. He felt like he was swimming in the water. He shouted to Qi Yun about to be drowned: "Is this concentration enough? Can you transform?"

Qi Yun: "Ah?"

"You are a fish!" Lin Xun said: "You are a water ghost!"

As the voice fell, the dark green scales gradually grew from the roots of Qi Yun's ears and slowly spread to the cheeks. And he clenched a tentacle, and the fingers that were battling it gradually became more slender, his nails exuding a dark green color, long and sharp, buckled into the tentacle.

"Fuck," just listen to Qi Yun, "You are a genius."