The young man raised his hand, put it on his forehead, and moved his long legs to rest on the sofa, with one leg slightly bent.
Because of this action, more blood oozes out of his abdomen.
But the boy's face didn't change, as if he couldn't feel the pain.
Finally, the young man tilted his head, his beautiful eyes twitched slightly, his lips opened slightly, and a few seconds later, a voice sounded: "What are you staring at me for?"
Cold and impatient.
Chuzheng: "I'll see when you can die from blood loss."
Simu: "… "
Simu's slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on his abdomen.
A few seconds later, the teenager raised his eyes and looked straight into Chuzheng's pupils: "Otherwise you will give me a knife, it will be faster."
"OK."
Chuzheng answered quickly.
She turned her wrist, and the machete appeared in her hand.
The knife swayed from the top of Simu's head to his feet: "Where do you want to cut?"
"Look at the chop." The young man closed his eyes impatiently, with the attitude of Ren Jun.
Cut and cut! !
Meeting all the requirements of the Good Man Card is what I should do!
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[Congratulations to Miss Sister for completing the first rewind of this plane, reading the file... ]
Chuzheng put the knife on the table next to it and made a 'smack' sound.
The young man's eyelashes trembled, but he still didn't open it.
For a few seconds, he heard the sound of the chair moving, and then the person he was resting on his stomach was removed.
Simu's eyelids opened slightly.
In the sight, the girl lowered her head and lifted his clothes, with no expression on her face, and her movements were not gentle.
Simu closed his eyes again.
The wound on Simu's abdomen seemed to be directly passed through by something, and then brought out, it looked a bit scary.
But Chuzheng treated him like this, he didn't see any pain, he lay there as usual, and finally fell asleep...
Chuzheng: "… "
So angry!
Chuzheng treated Ximu's wound, got up and sat back on the chair.
After a while, she got up again and groped on Simu.
As soon as she touched her chest, the boy opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleepiness.
"what are you doing?"
"Did you take something in that secret room?" Chuzheng asked calmly.
"Yes." The boy brushed away her hand and said impatiently, "I threw it away."
"… "
Chuzheng was flicked away, and his fingertips were crushed, resisting the urge to press him to death.
She glanced at Simu's hair, pressed her paw down immediately, and rubbed it twice before Simu didn't respond.
The fluffy fur is cool to the touch!
Touch it for a while, and keep touching it all the time.
Chuzheng's expression was serious and serious, and he could feel it vigorously.
Simu was startled to realize that he had been touched, and his expression was obviously ugly.
The impatience in the bottom of his eyes was about to overflow, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go!"
Chu Zheng retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, sat back on the chair, Erlang's legs twitched, "What?"
Simu: "… "
Ximu's hair was rubbed in a mess, frowning at Chuzheng, this girl...
"What do you see me doing?" Chu Zheng said, "I ask you, what is that?"
Simu said angrily, "Diary."
"Written what?"
"Can not remember."
After Ximu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead, preventing Chuzheng from moving his hands and feet again.
Chuzheng stared at him for a while, took out clothes suitable for Ximu from the space, and threw them directly on the sofa.
"Change your clothes."
Simu's face was covered by a coat, and he pulled down to take a look.
The beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.
Where did she get the clothes from
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Chuzheng looked at the room, there was a window, and the light in the room came in from the window.
Chuzheng walked to the window and looked outside.
This is not the building she entered. Looking out of the window, it turned out to be a gray boundary, which is close to the edge of the dungeon map.
Chuzheng turned her head and asked Simu, "How did we get here?"
Simu didn't answer. He lay on the sofa and didn't change his clothes. He seemed to be about to fall asleep peacefully.
"Ask you." Chu Zheng walked over and kicked off the sofa.
The boy's eyebrows moved on the sofa, and he opened his eyes after a long while, with Chu Zheng's appearance reflected in his eyes: "Is that how you treat your savior?"
"What kind of savior are you?"
Simu: "If I didn't pull you before, you'd be dead now."
"If you don't pull me, I won't die." How could the boss die so easily, you weak chicken need someone to save you.
Simu choked: "That's my nosy."
Chuzheng nodded: "I still have self-knowledge."
"… "
Chuzheng continued: "Forget it, you were locked there before, and I let you out. Even if you rescued me just now, we are even."
Simu: "… "
Ximu didn't want to talk to Chuzheng, he turned over, but still explained one sentence.
"Prop cards can be teleported at a certain distance, don't bother me anymore."
Chuzheng turned him over by pressing his shoulder.
"It's me who is the trouble with the pressure and bleeding from the wound, don't make trouble for me."
Chuzheng blocked what he was about to say before Ximu said anything.
Chuzheng didn't bother him anymore and let him rest first.
During Simu's rest, Chuzheng looked around.
There are zombies wandering outside, but this building seems to be isolated, zombies can only wander outside, and there is not a single zombie inside.
That is to say, it is temporarily safe here.
Simu slept for three hours.
When he woke up, it was dark outside.
The candle was lit in the room, and the warm yellow light cast a halo around his body.
Simu sat up on the sofa. He took the clean clothes next to him and replaced the bloody ones. He didn't change the school uniform jacket.
"what time is it?"
Chuzheng sat on the other side of the room, heard Ximu's voice, and answered indifferently.
"I don't know, I don't have a watch."
Simu sat on the sofa and looked at the window.
"What happened to Yang Yuanhang?"
Simu retracted his gaze and lay back on the sofa.
"Red-named player."
"what?"
Simu was too lazy to explain: "You don't understand it."
Chu Zheng's face did not change: "I will understand if you say it."
Simu looked at her sideways, and after a while, he said impatiently: "Every round of the game, he kills all players to clear the level. After ten consecutive rounds, he will be designated as a red player."
Reaper players need to kill all players.
But who would be so unlucky, to draw the Death player every round
Therefore, choosing to kill all players to clear each round of the game is definitely not forced.
After ten rounds, such players will be regarded as 'hunting objects' by the rules of the game.
These hunting missions will be sent to different high-end players... that is, players like Ximu and Ji Youtang.
Hunting such players can directly exchange for 360 days of rest time.
There is no need for points, it is directly converted into time.
But these players are dangerous...
This kind of player will also get a lottery chance every time he kills a dungeon to clear the level.
But the things they smoke are different from the players who normally clear the customs. They are more dangerous and more powerful.
Don't talk about human fairness with games.
The theme of this game is survival.