This is not the first time Gu Yan felt this cold and lifeless temperature. When he used the contract summoning magic to summon the opponent, he started to touch the opponent... Oh no, he touched the sickle a few times. .
When he accidentally touched the opponent's finger, he felt this pure coldness.
But this time is different from the last time. This time, he was hugged by the other person's whole body, and the icy aura was wrapped around him. Gu Da now has the feeling that he was stuffed into the freezer.
The body trembled involuntarily, it was cold.
When the god who symbolized darkness and death was killing, his heart was as cold as his body temperature, so cold that there was no emotion at all.
But the handsome Death God is now holding the magician who smashed a magic star at him with a cautious attitude, and his eyebrows are lowered slightly.
He noticed that the body that was leaning against his arms trembled, and there was a gleam in the dark and dull eyes of the god of death. He gently touched the bloodless thin lips against the earlobe of the young man, and quickly restrained his breath. .
From the freezer to the normal air-conditioned room, Gu is very comfortable, and he is now thinking about a very serious matter.
Accidentally domestic violence, how do you break up your lover—?
Gu Yan can be quite sure that before entering this plane, his Qiuqiu was definitely not controlling the body of the God of Death, but just now...
He smashed a magic star bullet on his lover. Thinking of this, the corners of Gu Da's eyes twitched again, and his expression became a bit complicated.
He found out that the other party controlled the body of Death God when the other party looked over, but at that time he had finished reciting the spell, and a series of clear damage numbers floated out when the magic star hit the other party.
"Does it hurt...?" Gu Yan turned around, remembering where the magic star hit just now, he tentatively reached out to touch the wrist of the black-robed Death God in front of him.
Players are lowering the pain of pain, and how to do it will not feel pain, and Gu Yan does not know if his daughter -in -law has lowered the pain when he controls the BOSS body.
When asked this question, the handsome deity's eyebrows drooped even more. He noticed the young man's eyes when he asked this question, and his concern was mixed with some guilt.
The wrist position was touched by the young man through the clothes, and the owner of the Nether Realm can now feel the warm body temperature that belongs to human beings.
"It's not very painful." The eyes of the god of death that were supposed to be dark and dull now clearly reflect the figure of the young man in front of him, and put away the terrifying sickle filled with the breath of death. The god in charge of the underworld chose a very cunning one. Reply.
Without direct affirmation or denial, the answer of 'it doesn't hurt a lot' is more likely to cause guilt than the above two, so that the young man in front of him will care more about him because of guilt.
The emotional module of the light brain is new, and its emotional module is relatively backward compared to other system modules that have been matured and are constantly being updated. But this kind of 'backwardness' is only for itself. In fact, when it comes to mastering the human heart, even a professional psychologist may not be able to beat Asa.
Sure enough, this answer made Gu Da frowned. At this moment, the handsome God of Death stood quietly in front of him, the mysterious black cloak sleeves were quite wide and long, just enough to completely cover the wrist, and the exposed fingers and knuckles were distinct, although the complexion was gray, the hands still looked very nice.
Coupled with the look of the other party standing quietly with lowered eyebrows, I am afraid no one would have thought what kind of terrifying weapon these beautiful hands were holding before, nor would they have thought that the other party was using that weapon to kill. What a cold and ruthless gesture.
The god who symbolizes death is now just quietly and meekly, lowering his head and rubbing lightly on the neck of the young man, like a feline that has been tamed voluntarily.
"... It's red." Pulling up the other party's sleeve, Gu Da stared at the conspicuous red mark on the gray-white skin in front of him with a tangled face, and silently rubbed it with his fingertips for a while. Scattered red.
But after trying to rub it for a while, probably because of the skin color, the red color was still very conspicuous, which made Gu Yan's expression more complicated and tangled.
Accidental domestic violence against my lover, and how to break it with a heavy hand—? !
Seeing the change in the expression of the young man in front of him, the gleam of light in the deep black eyes of the god of death became brighter and brighter, but he lowered his eyebrows to cover his eyes, and then gently rubbed the side of the young man's neck: "Kiss me."
Gu Da: "..." Huh?
He was stunned for a moment, and when he heard such a request, Gu Yan didn't respond for a while. When he reacted, he took another look at the conspicuous red on the other's wrist that had not yet spread out, and Gu Da felt that he must not refuse this little request from his lover.
The god in charge of the Nether Realm in front of him is the same as the Demon King of the Abyss, both of which are very handsome and beautiful, but these two faces are not similar in any way. The former is full of coldness, while the latter is a beauty full of magic.
Although I know that they are both lovers, but doing this kind of intimate thing with two people who look completely different, it is inevitable that I will feel a little strange in my heart.
The warm and soft touch stayed on the corner of his lips for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being actively kissed by the youth, Death narrowed his dark eyes.
Of course, it is necessary to seize the opportunity to kiss back. The player who died in this plane has been thrown out of the portal, that is, thrown back to the platform. Now there are only two people in this plane.
It was just the physical contact that caused a burst of unstoppable pleasure. Gu Yanting, who was kissed on the side of his neck, suffocated his breath. He knew that his lover must have secretly adjusted some value again. Being licked and kissed made his body a little weak, but this time, Da Gu decisively stopped the person holding him before moving on to the next step.
"Not now." When he said this, Gu Yan's voice was unstable, and the numbness of his limbs had already made him unable to stand still, and it was all because of the cold black figure that held him firmly. Hold on to your body.
The last bright name on the team panel other than him has just dimmed. Of course, Da Gu still remembers that he is now reclaiming wasteland. Light brains do not have the shame of human beings. If they don't stop them, Gu Yan is 100% sure that his lover will press him in this plane to do things of morality.
The god who symbolizes death is not as terrifying and cold as he was when he was half-slaughtered. Hearing what the young man said, he was not reluctant. Instead, he pecked and kissed the young man's neck again, and said in a low voice, "Okay."
It was already calculated that he would be rejected, and the young man in front of him would say 'not now'. Asa has already achieved his goal. It can’t be understood from the other side, but it can be done later. That’s how Asa understood it.
"Kill me too to destroy the group." Gu Yan looked helplessly at the black-robed Death God who was not ready to attack him at all. In this way, the boss cannot be reset, and the resurrected teammates cannot be teleported to the hall.
However, the rules of the game world are set by the optical brain, and the supreme existence that dominates this entire virtual world is now openly violating the rules it has set.
It rejected the young man's statement, forcibly darkened the magician's name on the team panel, and when the time was up, let the name light up again, and then it teleported the young man to the hall.
At this time, the resurrected team members just teleported over, and Gu Da, who successfully met with his teammates, was silent.
If the group is destroyed, everything must be restarted. The hall has been restored to its original state, and the black figure is standing beside the pool of reincarnation full of blood.
"Meow." When the team members were replenishing the buffs and eating the food that increased their attributes, the milk cat that was lying at the entrance of the palace came close to the young man again, and groaned on the young man's lap. .
After the team members had filled up the buffs, the round little plush creature licked the young man's fingers, and then it consciously left the young man's legs, returned to the entrance, and lay down quietly. .
With its tail swaying gently, the horned milk cat narrowed its deep purple pupils.
It has the patience to wait, and when the people of this team successfully open up wasteland, it can do what it wants to do.
In order to shorten this waiting time, it can also release water appropriately, but the behavior of releasing water cannot be noticed. This is not difficult, as long as the most suitable person is called when various skills are called.
For example, the connection skill is to point the two closest people, and let the arcane light ball chase the long-legged profession. Release the water without leaving a trace, so the people on this team will just think they are lucky.
The team has made up all kinds of buffs, but they did not immediately carry out the second land reclamation. Instead, they listened to the command to conduct a summary analysis of the boss skills in the P2 stage, and... The problem of dps switching to fire.
Switching fire means switching the attack target. Whether a DPS switches fire in time can be seen from its output data.
The dps in a professional wasteland development team will not compete for beautiful output data, but do what they should do. But since everyone heard the commander talk about the problem of switching fire, and now it is before the second battle, people are more psychological, and the dps in the team naturally open the team output statistics panel.
…then they were collectively stunned.
Looking at the name that ranked first in the output statistics, the blinding 4w7 second injury, and the blinding dark purple background color, the dps in the team suddenly fell into silence.
This magician in their group is really playing the same profession as the magicians they have seen before—?