The people from the three major sects in the hall stood up to greet Li Bumian and bowed to Li Bumian. The leader of the Lingyun Sect did not dare to be negligent. The elders of the Lingyun Sect and his group bent down slightly to Li Bumian and bowed down to salute.

Zhou Xun also stood up straight and gave a cuss on the fake, but it was extremely standard.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. A younger disciple from Zidan Sect stood there motionless, his expression was like a poker face, and he was terrifyingly calm, like a dead person.

"Fang Fan, what's wrong with you?"

An elder of Zidan Sect frowned, and he was a little confused about what Fang Fan was playing.

Li Bumian also looked at the man named Fang Fan with great interest. Is his reputation of traumatizing the Pavilion Master not working? But what surprised Li Bumian was that this man named Fang Fan was not inferior at all.

The elegant starry eyes as fog, the graceful lips as cherry blossoms, and the delicate skin as beautiful as porcelain. It is like the beautiful boy who died in Greek mythology who looked at the dead daffodils. His handsomeness is no less than that of Nangong Cheng, and he is still better than that of him.

Fang Fan was extremely distressed at this time. He was originally a top male model in the technological civilization. His figure and appearance were the best in the civilization. But one day when he applied a facial mask, he accidentally traveled to another world and naturally had golden fingers.

But this golden finger-slutty one, called the real galgame, is a love game that interacts with beautiful girls. He is completely hosted by the system, and he can't control it at all. No matter what kind of pretending to slap in the face, hang up and picking up girls, the system controls him to do it. Just like when he has passed the CG plot, he cannot interfere at all. He can only enjoy it quietly. Only when he meets the key options, let Fang Fan choose it himself.

Han Yang also looked at Fang Fan strangely and used a reconnaissance technique on him, but he did not see anything unusual.

The situation is that Fang Fan’s golden finger level is even higher than Han Yang’s.

Fang Fan's mind was fighting with heaven and man. Now that it was a critical turning point, he needed to choose. The unpleasant sound like a fingernail scratching an iron plate came into his mind. However, the copywriting was extremely cute, with a perverted weirdness.

"The girl is thinking..."

"The girl is thinking..."

"I found that the host triggers a key scene and encountered legendary npc blood abuse of the Pavilion Master, please make a dialogue and choose."

"NPC Blood-Bad Pavilion Master came to the Council Hall, your reaction is..."

"One: You smiled evilly, and looked at the Blood-Born Pavilion Master coldly, as if looking down at an ant."

"Two: When you see your idol you have been worshipped for a long time, you can't help but feel "excited" in your heart and come forward to ask for the signature of the Lord of Blood."

"Three: The cruel behavior of the Blood-Boral Pavilion Master destroying the Yinfeng Sect is unbearable. In order not to let the Southern Region fall into the hands of a traitor, and to save the world, you choose to fight against the Blood-Boral Pavilion Master."

Fang Fan chose death, can he give a normal choice? Like others, just stand up and give a tribute? And what the hell is this "exciting" love? Is it implying a gay love? Is I a 100% straight man? Although the blood abuse Pavilion Master is so handsome, he looks so gentle... Bah, I actually think that a man is handsome, there is a problem in itself! No, no!

After five breaths, Fang Fan had not moved yet. In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire convention hall dropped to freezing point. Everyone's eyes were circling on Fang Fan, and there was a black line on the forehead of the elder of the Zi Dan Sect.

Fang Fan had a decisive plan in his mind. If the first option is too second, it will be killed directly. If the third option is even more desperate, he would have a glimmer of life. He decisively chose the second option and asked for the signature of the blood-torming Pavilion Master. Although it felt a bit strange, he had no choice but to choose this one.

At this time, Fang Fan's body was not under his control. The originally cold poker face was filled with a smile, and his eyes were filled with little stars.

"Blood abuse... Pavilion Master! You are the Blood abuse Pavilion Master! Oh my God, I actually met a real person, I love you so much!"

Fang Fan covered his face with an exaggerated expression, his cheeks flushed, and he looked like a crazy fan seeing his idol.

The people in the field were surprised. Nie Xiaorou's beautiful eyes were wide open, and she was also a little shocked, as if she had seen a madman.

Ahem...

Zhou Xun was choked by saliva and coughed. Han Yang and Zhou Xun's reaction was almost the same as thunder. He looked like a thunderous look. What the hell did you make the meeting so serious that you turned into?

Li Bumian was even more confused. How many situations are there?

"Since I heard about your feat in Yinfeng Sect, I have become your fan. Can you give me a signature? Please, please."

Fang Fan approached Li Bumian, rubbed his white little hands as white as jade, looked at Li Bumian pitifully, and said in a coquettish voice.

Li Bumian smiled. Although this harsh little goblin is a man, his charming appearance is irresistible.

"Okay, I'll follow you."

Li Bumian said calmly.

Fang Fan took a deep breath, looking fascinated, and was about to suffocate, but this was not what he thought. He secretly scolded this unreliable golden finger ten thousand times, and was already extremely ashamed, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Can you...can it be signed on my chest?"

Fang Fan asked weakly, he bit his red lips lightly, lifted the collar of his chest, revealing his tough and shattered chest.

Li Bumian shook his sleeves and felt a little funny. He took out the marker in the storage ring and wrote a string of characters on Fang Fan's chest. God                                                                                                            

When Li Bumian's fingers touched Fang Fan's chest, Fang Fan suddenly showed a dazzling and enchanting girl. These were all controlled by the real galgame. He could not interfere with his expression and behavior, but he felt ashamed in his heart as if he was in a CG.

Everyone in the conference hall was about to vomit blood, and Han Yang and Zhou Xun were even more confused.

This passionate scene caused a huge impact on Nie Xiaorou's young heart. She was the only woman present. She seemed to have been ignited with some strange attributes. She actually felt that the scene in front of her was very beautiful. Both sides were beautiful men with a beautiful national beauty, which made her feel the urge to have a nosebleed.

"The host has gained the favor of the Blood-Born Pavilion Master, and its favorability is currently 0.5%. The Blood-Born Pavilion Master has been included as a guide target."

Fang Fan was bleating blood in his heart. Could there be something wrong with this system breaking, and men could also make a guide? Fang Fan suddenly felt extremely shy and wanted to withdraw, but he couldn't control his body and still looked at Li Bumian with a rippling heart.

"Since you like me so much, I want you."

Li Bumian took the marker back to the storage ring and said seriously, wanting to recruit Fang Fan into the Bloody Palace.

boom!

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue that exploded in Han Yang and Zhou Xun's mind. They obviously misunderstood Li Bumian's meaning, thinking it was the kind of "want". No wonder the blood-torn Pavilion Master is so handsome, and he is indeed a comrade!

Nie Xiaorou blinked her eyes, feeling a little absent-minded and about to bleed from her nose.

But the locals in Senluo Jianzhou do not think so. Li Bumian is poaching in front of Zidan Sect, which is provoking the majesty of Zidan Sect!
Chapter completed!