Zhou Wenyan lowered his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the hands that were pulling him hard.
There was no panic or struggle, just looked at it lightly.
For some reason, the already dead white face felt a trace of fear.
It wanted to retreat, and was about to let go and get back under the warm bed when it was pulled by the person on the bed.
Zhou Wenyan grabbed the bare-faced arm and pulled it out from under the bed.
Bai Lian's body was pulled extremely long, like noodles, one end was caught in Zhou Wenyan's hand, and the other end was still shrunk under the bed, refusing to come out.
Zhou Wenyan glanced at the sullen white face: "Who asked you to come?"
The setting of this game is more like a card game.
On the premise of not being killed by ghosts, you can capture ghosts and turn them into cards for your own use. Therefore, in addition to natural ghosts, there will also be ghosts driven by players to harm people.
When Zhou Wenyan entered the room, he deliberately looked at it, and there were no ghosts in it.
And this white-faced ghost suddenly appeared under the bed.
The white-faced ghost is still a relatively professional ghost. Instead of betraying its owner immediately, he is thinking of killing it.
It stretched out two bare arms and pinched Zhou Wenyan's neck.
Zhou Wenyan gave a "tsk", and a black mist rose from his fingertips, twisting the body of the white-faced ghost.
The white-faced ghost's movements froze there.
It can clearly feel the huge Yin Qi in this black mist, enough to beat it to pieces. It immediately changed its face, with a pleading expression: "I said, I said..."
Zhou Wenyan's eyes were slightly cold: "I don't like asking a question twice, let alone..."
White-faced ghost: "No—"
Before the word came out of his throat, he saw a black mist pouring in, wrapping the whole ghost.
When the black mist receded, the white-faced ghost disappeared without a trace with the sound that had not yet been made. Unlike other ghosts, the white-faced ghost didn't even leave a card.
Zhou Wenyan let go of his hand and said the second half of the sentence slowly: "... You made my person sleep."
He turned to look at Shen Dongqing.
Shen Dongqing didn't know anything about all of this, but after regaining his silence, he hugged the pillow and rubbed it.
Zhou Wenyan simply rolled over and sat up, looking at the place where the front light of the bed couldn't shine.
Before he could open his mouth, the black figure emerged from the corner, and lowered his head honestly.
Zhou Wenyan lowered his voice: "You know?"
After seeing the scene just now, the shadow didn't dare to hesitate at all, and nodded quickly.
Originally, Sombra thought that the previous owner was scary enough, but he didn't expect a more powerful one.
Being a ghost is already very difficult, and it is really even more difficult to accept people's intimidation.
With the idea that someone else's death is better than it's death, Hei Ying wiped out where and how the white-faced ghost came from.
The white-faced ghost comes from room 1209.
According to Sombra, two people lived in Room 1209.
Zhou Wenyan held a card between his fingers and handed it over.
Black Shadow picked it up very politely.
"Take it and put it in room 1209."
Reciprocity.
The alarm goes off on time.
At the same time, there was a system announcement.
[Real-time broadcast of surviving players, there are currently 21 surviving players]
More dead than the night before.
Unlike others, Zhou Wenyan also heard the death broadcast of his teammates.
It seems that they should have had a good dream last night.
Zhou Wenyan thought casually.
Shen Dongqing was still awakened by the alarm clock. He pulled Zhou Wenyan in a daze and said, "What did you do last night? How did it become delicious?"
The yin on his body thickened.
Zhou Wenyan's lips curled up: "Want to eat?"
Shen Dongqing hasn't woken up yet, but his actions are one step faster than his thoughts: "Think."
The two lingered in the room for a while before going out.
Blueberry heard the movement and looked over, and at first glance saw Shen Dongqing's slightly red and swollen lips. She coughed lightly, pretended to see nothing, and said, "Did you have any movement last night?"
Shen Dongqing picked up a piece of toast on the table and took a bite: "No, it's quite quiet."
Blueberry said strangely: "I don't have it there either. There were two waves of ghosts the night before yesterday. Would it be too quiet?"
Shen Dongqing: "Didn't you have nothing the night before yesterday?"
The shadow who came up with the hot milk complained silently.
Yes, yes, wasn't it almost torn by you? Frightened other compatriots are far away.
Shen Dongqing picked up the milk, took a breath, and took a big gulp. After putting down the cup, he habitually said, "I'm full."
Zhou Wenyan pulled up a tissue and wiped his mouth, his eyes turned away, and he couldn't help laughing.
Shen Dongqing's eating habits are rather childish. After eating, there are bread crumbs on his mouth, and he has not noticed it yet.
Zhou Wenyan stretched out his hand, wiped the food residue off his face, and specially handed it to him.
Shen Dongqing looked down, thinking that it should not be wasted, he leaned over and licked Zhou Wenyan's fingers.
Zhou Wenyan only felt the soft and moist tip of his tongue rubbing against his fingertips, a feeling that was... indescribable.
Blueberry, who was sitting across from the two of them, silently covered her eyes.
The two bosses are playing the game of love again, see no evil...
Room 1209.
There were two people sitting in the hall.
One seemed to be the leader, with a tattoo of the word "death" on his cheek, and he was ferocious; the other was weaker and sat on the side.
The tattoo half-closed his eyes: "How was last night?"
The younger brother took out a stack of cards and said excitedly, "This is the harvest of last night. We killed so many people in one night. It seems that we can successfully clear the customs."
This game world is like a real game.
Not only can ghosts become cards, but if players are killed, the cards in the player's hand can be taken as their own.
The tattoo was not as excited as the younger brother: "Look what card is there."
The younger brother turned over one by one: "It's useless."
Most of the players who could die last night were not very powerful players, and the cards they could get were relatively tasteless.
"Hey, this one is good." The younger brother took out one of them and took a closer look at the introduction.
This card is [Peeking Eyes], it will appear in every place where light is reflected, and as long as it meets these eyes, you will be killed immediately.
"It was quite useful..."
Before he finished speaking, the younger brother suddenly saw a pair of eyes appearing on the reflective card surface.
Those eyes were emotionless, as if they were drawn in a black-and-white comic, so black that they could absorb all the light.
The little brother's voice stopped.
He stared intently at the eyes on the card face, raised one hand involuntarily and put it on his neck, his fingers gradually tightened, and he directly restrained his neck.
The younger brother was out of breath and made a "hoho" sound in his mouth.
But even so, he still did not put down the card held in the other hand. In this, he looked at those eyes, and finally strangled himself alive.
The tattoo watched indifferently, until the younger brother lost his breath and fell to the ground, then he walked over and picked up the card that killed the younger brother.
The angle of the tattoo holding the card is a bit tricky, just enough to miss the reflective side.
"Being tricked." He put down the card and muttered to himself.
This card is owned.
In this game, if the owner is not dead and someone else steals the card, it will be directly attacked by the ghosts in the card.
It seems that the ghost sent last night not only did not kill this person, but was put together instead.
Tattoos are not angry.
On the contrary, I feel that it is a good thing to meet an equal opponent here.
The tattoo turned out the ghost card sent out last night.
There were two cards that didn't come back, and it seemed that the player who cheated him was among the two.
"1441 and 1804..."
This is the room where these two cards went last night.
The tattoo took out a card from his close pocket, shook it under the light, and saw a line of words written on it - ghost call.
This is a card that tattoos took a lot of effort to get.
It is also a coincidence that the medium of this ghost's call is a mobile phone and a telephone. It happens that the tattoo does not like to use a mobile phone, so he does not bring it, otherwise he will have its way.
This card is more powerful than other cards.
No solution.
As long as he answers the phone when he hears the ringtone, the person is sure to die, and regardless of the number of people, multiple ghost calls are made at the same time.
The tattoo was holding the card, and a smile of victory appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Shen Dongqing was half-lying on the sofa playing Xiaoxiao, with his head resting on Zhou Wenyan's lap.
Zhou Wenyan was slowly stroking Shen Dongqing's hair, looking very happy.
Shen Dongqing suddenly sighed and frowned.
Blueberry, who was sitting beside him, was very nervous: "What's the matter?"
Shen Dongqing raised the phone: "This test will not pass."
blueberry:…
Zhou Wenyan took the phone: "I'm coming."
He lowered his head and played seriously.
Although serious men are handsome, but playing Xiao Xiaole...
Well, as long as you look good, you will be handsome no matter what you do.
Shen Dongqing raised his head, just in time to see Zhou Wenyan's water chestnut chin, he thought, and suddenly leaned in and kissed. After kissing, I didn't know why I did it, so I covered my face and smiled.
Zhou Wenyan's fingers trembled, and he pressed the wrong button. It just happened that he didn't pass this level.
He glanced at Shen Dongqing, who was smiling happily as a quail, restarted the level, cleared it quickly, put the phone back in Shen Dongqing's hand, and pressed the person to kiss it again seriously.
Blueberry sat in the living room and was forced to eat dog food. After just sitting for a while, he felt that there was nothing on his body that was not spare. But there is no way, with her ability, dare not act alone.
Under such a picture that is not suitable for children, she can only turn her head and turn on the TV to deceive herself.
A news channel appeared on the TV, and the beautiful hostess on it was broadcasting entertainment news.
"An online writer in our city has become popular and has signed a contract with a well-known publishing house. The online drama is being prepared closely, and the roles of various small flowers and students..."
The picture above flashed, and the figure of the online writer appeared, a thin otaku with a pale complexion.
Blueberry felt that this person was familiar, but before he could tell the difference, he heard a phone ringing in his ear.
The melody of the ringtone was normal, but the sudden occurrence of it startled her.
Blueberry looked at her phone, there was no caller ID on it, so she looked at the other two.
Shen Dongqing was playing Xiaoxiao, when a phone call suddenly popped up, telling him to cut directly from the game.
"Promotional calls?"
Shen Dongqing murmured, and hurriedly went back to clear the customs, and hung up the phone without looking at it.