Looking at the little man hanging on his scalp and shrinking like a ginseng fruit, Li Yinhang's scalp felt numb.
Looking at Wei Chenghua's fragmented state, he was basically dead, and there was little controversy.
Li Yinhang's imagination reached the limit for a while, and he thought of all kinds of possibilities uncontrollably.
What was it that confronted them just now
Nan Zhou didn't think so much.
He felt that his head was a little heavy, he crouched on the ground, and his body was about to fall forward.
This feeling of a slight loss of control in his body was a little strange to him.
When being topped by the full moon, he felt a hundred times more uncomfortable than he is now.
"Eternal Day" once created a proper romantic term to describe his fear of the moon, "drunk moon".
He has rarely experienced this mild "drunk moon" syndrome before, which is inevitably novel.
Nan Zhou even raised his head to confirm.
Outside is the sun of Bai Zhanzhan, and there is no full moon.
Just as Li Yinhang thought he was thinking about the origin of the villain and didn't want to disturb him, he saw Nan Zhou swaying to his feet and took two steps in the direction of Jiang Fang like a little penguin.
Jiang Fang seemed to be aware of his abnormality, and took the initiative to greet him, taking his body upright.
The height fit of the two people with a slight gap reached a full score at this time.
Nan Zhou lowered his blood-stained hand to his side, consciously buried his head on Jiang Fang's shoulder, and rubbed it twice unconsciously.
Li Yinhang "… "
She turned her head away, coughed dryly, and touched her hair.
If it wasn't for the miser's nature, she would very much like to put that existence reset device on her head at this moment.
Jiang Fang didn't speak, and first put the back of his hand on Nan Zhou's forehead.
Unexpectedly hot.
Wei Chenghua consumed more than half of Nan Zhou's energy, and even though it was now returned to its original owner, it was a huge loss for him.
Coupled with the fact that the succubus was on the line at the speed of light and went offline at the speed of light, and his shoulders were pierced, he was able to hold on until now to show weakness, which is very bearable.
Li Yinhang came over.
She quickly understood that this was not a show of affection.
Seeing that Nan Zhou was so uncomfortable, she couldn't help but think of Su Meiying who had escaped, and half annoyed, "It's cheap for her."
Jiang Fang said softly, "It's not cheap."
Li Yinhang wanted to ask something, but seeing the storm brewing under his calm eyes, he immediately shut his mouth wisely.
Jiang Fang wrapped his arms around Nan Zhou's knees and hugged the whole person in his arms. One by one, he chose a bedroom with a good rest and ventilation environment.
...how to say, it's like traveling.
This bungalow is actually decorated first-class, and all the decorations are elegant and heavy with the Europa style of the 18th century. It is very practical and comfortable.
It's just that no one is in the mood to think about where to sleep well in a chicken-eating venue.
Fortunately, Jiang Fang knows what enjoyment is in his long career of profligacy and wandering.
He is carefully choosing a harbour where he can rest for a while for his fairy tale friend.
Nan Zhou hiding in his arms "I can go."
Even in the "drunk moon" state, he can move.
Can also break people's necks.
Jiang Fang "I know."
Even knowing, there is no sign of letting go.
Nan Zhou didn't hate being held by him like this, so he maintained such a posture and continued to talk to him "Su Meiying..."
Jiang Fang glanced at Nan Zhou, and there was a bit of coldness and nervousness in his warm eyes, "We won't mention her."
Nan Zhou was not afraid of him, and asked generously, "I want to know what you did to her."
Jiang Fang "It's just a curse item. It's similar to what she did to you."
Just when Nan Zhou chased a group of people, the prop rewards they got in the brain attack arrived.
Jiang Fang was just trying to deceive her for a moment, stamping the cursed engraving on her body.
After that, no matter what Su Meiying does, she will be dead.
Then why did he have to let Nan Zhou do inappropriate things in front of him
Jiang Fang's idol burden is heavier than the Nanzhou in his arms multiplied by three.
Walking all the way, talking all the way, Jiang Fang finally picked out a nice suite.
Not only is the comfort first-rate, but the soft queen bed for resting is located in another room deep in the suite.
If a player wants to break in through the door, there is a large buffer zone.
If the player does not take the usual path and intends to break through the wall, judging from the house structure that Jiang Fang quickly sketched in his mind, both sides of the suite are close to the corridor.
At that time, they also have room to break down and escape.
In fact, there were basically no people who dared to trouble Nanzhou and the others.
At present, the single-digit survivors in the bungalows, without exception, have all been hunted down by Nan Zhou, causing psychological shadows.
What he deduced live was "Twenty of you have been surrounded by me alone".
Jiang Fang lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Nan Zhou's flushed cheeks in his arms, "I'm home."
Nan Zhou thought in a daze, he seemed to have arrived home long ago.
It took Jiang Fang a bit of work to peel off the hot Nan Zhou from his body and cover him with a quilt.
Nan Zhou, who was forcibly driven out of his fantasy home, was a little unhappy.
Having noticed his emotions, Jiang Fang made amends in time, tucked his hand into the quilt and hooked his fingertips.
Li Yinhang went to the bathroom in the bedroom and twisted two cold towel handles. First, he wiped Nan Zhou's hands clean, and then he was to physically cool Nan Zhou, and he was looking for regular clothes in the store. Antipyretics, so busy.
The current discomfort is not enough to overcome Nan Zhou's curiosity.
He asked, "You don't care about that little guy?"
When Nan Zhou discovered the villain hidden in his hair, he noticed that Jiang Fang's eyebrows twitched.
However, he didn't take a closer look at such a weird and worthwhile thing, but just stood quietly outside the pool of blood, thinking about his thoughts.
Looking at Nan Zhou's face, Jiang Fang's inner whirlpool gradually returned to calm.
He gently massaged Nan Zhou's palm with his fingertips, "I only care about you."
Nan Zhou still looked back at Jiang Fang, his eyes were very clean, and the snow fell directly into Jiang Fang's heart.
Jiang Fang couldn't stand being looked at by him like this, so he bent down helplessly and kissed Nan Zhou's lips, "I'll tell you when you rest well."
Nan Zhou did not give up, "It can be regarded as a bedtime story."
Jiang Fang smiled, "Does that mean that as long as I talk, Teacher Nan Zhou can take a serious rest?"
I have to say that Jiang Fang is a good storyteller.
After getting Nan Zhou's approval, Jiang Fang's first sentence easily caught people's desire to find out, "I know what that thing is. Because it was used on me."
Li Yinhang was dumbfounded, "Huh?"
Nan Zhou looked at him eagerly, waiting for the next sentence, blinking his eyes.
It was clearly Zhang's cold and clear face, but Jiang Fang could see endless fun and joy in it.
Jiang Fang sat beside Nan Zhou and said to him in a warm voice, "Do you remember what Yi Shuige said, I am the only survivor after the accident in the game "Gravity"."
"But at that time, there were at least hundreds of people trapped in the game."
"In order to survive, I have a team of my own."
"We're being thrown into dungeons without interruption."
"In the beginning, those dungeons were the dungeons that came with Gravity. We would have a mortality rate, but because we were familiar with the plot and related situations of the dungeons, the mortality rate was not high."
Li Yinhang nodded.
"Gravity" game accidents are rampant, and more than 300 players in the domestic server are in deep coma at the same time, which has long become a famous social incident.
Even if she doesn't play games, as an in-depth user of the Internet, she can see numerous reports and discussions on various print and online media.
In the early days of the accident, players who fell into a deep coma kept dying in the hospital.
Respirator pulled out one after another.
Soon, the number of dead players climbed to 172, directly over half.
But for a considerable period of time after this, the statistical line of mortality began to gradually smooth out.
Every three to five, one or two players will still die, but the rate of death has slowed down significantly.
She remembered that the peak of deaths came about two months after the accident and suddenly climbed again.
Prior to this, the vital signs of all comatose players had leveled off.
In other words, death comes suddenly and without warning.
In this regard, any medical experts and scholars are helpless, and can't even find a reasonable explanation.
The witnesses of the incident are explaining things in the real world that seem strange and illogical. "... Until later, we began to encounter original copies."
That is, an original copy similar to Xiao Ming's daily, sand, sand, sand, and brain invasion.
Nan Zhou accurately summarized, "So, this is a game test?"
The people behind the scenes who control all this first put the 300 frogs experimentally into "warm water" like a normal copy of "Gravity" and slowly heated them up.
Frogs that could not adapt to the water temperature died in the water.
What survived were frogs that evolved claws and hard skin.
Once the frogs got used to the water temperature, the manipulators raised the water temperature again.
Jiang Fang nodded, approving Nan Zhou's judgment.
"In the beginning, the rules of the game were completely different from what they are now."
"First of all, there is not a limit on the number of people who can form a team as it is now."
"My team consisted of 19 people, and after adding battle losses, it slowly became 12 people. After that, there were no casualties for a long time."
The other two did not go to ask the whereabouts of the "19 people".
Because when they met Jiang Fang in the game, he was already alone.
The answer is self-evident and too hurtful.
Jiang Fang continued, "Of course there are disadvantages to having a lot of people. It's easy to have conflicting opinions, and at the juncture of life and death, you can't always take care of everything."
"But in that environment, everyone's primary goal is to stay alive, and that's the biggest benefit of being a group."
"The more people there are, the richer the props that can be obtained, and the greater the possibility of surviving."
Nan Zhou thought for a while, and said in a hoarse voice, "So later, they introduced a maximum team size limit of 5 people in the current game, and also set up a 'Wishing Pool'?"
Li Yinhang "..." She felt that her thinking was not as sharp as that of a fever patient.
But when she ruminated Nan Zhou's words carefully, the cold hair on the back of Li Yinhang's neck stood up instantly.
This intention is not without sinister.
In addition to being "alive", they limit the number of players in the game and open up other possibilities for players to participate in the game.
When "alive" is no longer the only goal, it fundamentally eliminates the possibility of deep cooperation between players.
After all, in life, who has no desire and regret.
When desires collide, there is no better solution than competition.
Jiang Fang said, "Second. When the game first started, there was no v-mode."
"We're used to playing ve, so when we first matched with real players, most people were excited. . . until the system prompted us that we were going to kill each other."
Jiang Fang's attitude was quite calm when he made the statement.
No one knows if he ever broke down or suffered from it.
When Li Yinhang shuddered, Nan Zhou grabbed Jiang Fang's hand, put his fingertips on his pulse, and quietly read his heartbeat.
Jiang Fang responded with a gentle snort and continued the message: "Thirdly, in addition to retaining the original prop system of "Gravity", they have introduced new props."
"'Answer' is the first batch of self-created props I encountered in a v."
Jiang Fang was quite impressed.
The monster hidden in Wei Chenghua's hair should be a derivative of "Answer".
The name seems to have little to do with its function.
But "Answer" is actually a poem.
Vile is the passport of the vile.
Noble is the epitaph of the noble.
at the same time.
At the other end of the bungalow.
Su Meiying's body hotness increased rather than decreased, and gradually reached the point of being unbearable.
Her whole body was on fire, and a lot of water in her body evaporated.
Gradually, crumbs of skin began to rust from her cheeks.
She, who has always loved beauty, looked at her face that was gradually dented and deformed like sand on the glass, thinking it was just a bad hallucination.
Until she touched her cheek and touched a hand of snow-white debris.
After realizing what had happened, she suddenly fell into extreme madness.
Jiang Fang cursed her!
He looked at himself calmly and let her fly away, he was letting her go step by step away from life!
Aware of her impending terrifying fate, Su Meiying could not wait to have two wings, fly back to Jiang Fang, kill him with one knife, and end the curse.
But all her props were almost consumed by the frantic help outside the venue just now.
Including the pair of gliders that saved her life.
She had no choice but to hold a button for help to the audience outside the venue, and she went crazy, according to her memory, and ran away on foot towards the place where she came from.
It's just that her body can't wait for anyone.
Her skin quickly lost moisture, becoming like a sharpie, slowly hanging over her cheekbones.
She was like an apple that had been stuffed into a juicer, and after a rough swirl, all that was left was the apple pomace that was sifted through the strainer.
And this painful desertification has not stopped.
Su Meiying could clearly feel the pain of the corrosion penetrating deep into the bones.
She ran frantically to where she came from.
The oncoming wind nibbled and peeled off her little by little.
She turned her head and saw clearly that her body was being left behind by her.
This visual shock and fear is enough to drive anyone crazy.
Su Meiying is no exception.
She had lost her way, running away with a hiss, like a little trapped beast desperate and lost.
When she ran past an open window with most of her body in the sand, a gust of mountain wind between the cliffs instantly blew her legs that shattered into dust and quicksand, turning into a fine, small sandstorm , hit her face and body.
Everything seemed to have a slow-moving effect in her eyes.
Until her torso fell heavily to the ground, causing a cloud of dust.
She rolled over in pain and wanted to scream.
But her dehydrated vocal cords could no longer support her making any sound.
She scratched at the cracks of the floor in vain, and the water quickly leaked from her body.
Su Meiying realized later that she really seemed to be dying.
Just as she was on the verge of death, a pink-haired girl appeared in front of her, standing in one place, with her hips on her shoulders, furious at Wei Chenghua.
"Old Wei!" She roared at Wei Chenghua with her hands on her hips. "With so many mouths, how many dungeons do we need?! How many times have we said that we have to bring back a newcomer who looks valuable!"
Wei Chenghua is not the giant tower that she is used to seeing now, but a big man with a good temper who has been a soldier.
He lowered his head and looked helplessly at Su Meiying, who lost his temper, as if he was looking at his younger sister, who died early. "Practice more, it will always be worthwhile."
Su Meiying, who was lying on the ground, blinked her eyelashes covered with her skin debris.
First... what's it like.
Su Meiying vaguely remembered that although she had a bad temper, she didn't seem to be that bad.
As the first group of people to be drawn into "Gravity", "Zhaohui" established the Garden of Eden and brought new people together little by little.
They squatted at several frequently used pick-up and drop-off points for players, and took away the desperate new players who had been intimidated by the pick-up and had experienced hypoxia and lack of food.
Old Wei's brains work, he said, although the system stipulates that five people are required to form a team, but they can pull up 20 five-person groups and train slowly.
Of course, their good intentions are not without purpose.
This is human nature and a proper and real emotional investment.
When everyone has a good relationship, they can communicate with each other.
Whoever wants to do the task can choose more good items from the public warehouse to improve the possibility of survival.
Even if only one team can win in the end, as long as everyone works together to build a good relationship and build trust, then in the end, as long as one person makes a wish, all the other people who died in the game can be brought back.
Su Meiying has the innocence and selfishness of a little girl.
She is partial to good-looking newcomers, just likes to talk to them, flirt with them, and both men and women like to make a few jokes.
At that time, everyone liked her very much.
She stood in the newcomer shelter she built with her own hands, full of vigor and hope.
Just like their team name, "Zhaohui".
The dawn and the evening are overcast, and the weather is endless.
Although the sunrise in "Gravity" is the most perfect sunrise that has been carefully set and rendered, everyone knows that it is fake.
She thought that after everyone went out together, everyone would watch the sunrise together.
… So, what exactly went wrong.
Su Meiying opened her eyes wide, thinking hard, thinking hard.
In a difficult dungeon, Su Meiying helped a dying player.
In order to express his gratitude, he took out all the props on his body and let Su Meiying choose three at will.
After Su Meiying, who was with her family and mouth, thanked him on the surface, she took all the two S-level items and one A-level item that he only had, without being polite at all.
After the inventory, she found out that one of the S-level props was called Answer, and the appearance was a bottle of pills similar to vitamins.
The function description is very strange, with only two vague words.
"You guys, do you want your own victory?"
"Please give your answers."
She pulled up her think tank to advise her.
It happens that no one in the group of five likes to read poetry, and they don't know that "Answer" is a poem, let alone the meaning behind it.
Seeing that the medicine was exactly five, and the description seemed very positive, Su Meiying suggested to take it and try it.
If you eat it, you win, so why not
When there are good things like this, she still subconsciously prefers her own people.
Wei Chenghua kept his mind and stopped other people's adventures. He gave water to swallow a tablet first, and said that he wanted the next dungeon to see the situation.
As a result, they drew an extremely simple dungeon and passed the level perfectly with a completion rate of 95.
Wei Chenghua's body didn't seem to have any problems.
The other four were relieved, and with good expectations, they took the pills one after another.
Even if it's a long-term lucky item.
In this way, out of a little greed, a little attachment to desire, they swallowed the answer.
It's like Adam and Eve ate an apple under the temptation of a snake.
No one knows what the real cost will be.
The kind thoughts in their hearts were shrunk into dry little people, curled up with their hands and feet, hidden in their hair, and became a lonely and unknown epitaph.
And the strong desire to win is infinitely magnified and becomes the pass of the despicable.
Such changes are silent and unstoppable.
... just like Su Meiying's collapse now.
It was not until the body was about to die that the spirit that belonged to her hidden in her hair returned to her body.
However, she was too late to do anything.
The pink-haired girl with kind-hearted thoughts that appeared in her dying vision, standing behind the girl who was full of malice and suggested that the "Garden of Eden" newcomers should visit the "Colosseum", shouting with all her strength, wanting to Discourage those naive newcomers.
Don't go, don't believe me.
But she was powerless.
The newcomers who were helped unconditionally trust Su Meiying and "Zhaohui".
She could only huddle in the depths of her dark, unseen hair, and with all her strength, she shivered and shed a tear.
The person who dominated her body was unaware of this, thinking that a drop of rain had fallen from the sky.
Before the body completely dissipated under the influence of the curse, the last thought that flashed into Su Meiying's mind was why.
Why was the man who was rescued by him, the answer in his hand was no more than no less, just five. :,