Brother Tao ushered in the morning with such joy.
The moment he woke up, he couldn't wait to look towards the corner, hoping to find something from there.
For example, the body of the thinner young man.
He switched the order with the No. 3 man. Logically speaking, the young man should be the No. 3 man now.
Also the next person to die.
But the corner of the ruined temple was still quiet, and there was no other sound. He stood up, and found that the shorter young man's head was resting on someone's arm, in a posture that was almost completely embraced by someone from head to toe, tightly hugging him. It's just that from his angle, he couldn't see the face of the person hugging him clearly.
The man couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He slapped the broken straw off his body to wake everyone up.
Count the number of people after waking up, and it is still the number of people before going to bed, neatly.
This made the other players breathe a sigh of relief.
The people in front die later, and their turn will be later. At least at this moment, this is definitely good news.
Twelve people.
Now standing here, there are ten more.
Kou Dong didn't sleep well. He dreamed of the ginseng fruit tree. He dreamed of being hugged by a group of fat babies and crying for daddy. Fight.
One fruit violently beat the other fruit to the head, the scene was very messy, the juice splashed and the flesh flew all over the place, completely uncontrollable. Kou Dong tried to mediate like a kindergarten teacher, trying to persuade them not to fight, "What if I hurt your hands?"
Seriously, that sounds like hooliganism. But Kou Dong can swear to God, his words are absolutely pure, without any bad meaning.
It simply refers to the little handle on the heads of the fruits used to connect the tree.
This sentence frightened a group of Xiong Guozi, and they stopped bumping around and wandered around in place, seemingly thinking about it. From a human point of view, it looks like a tumbler lying on the ground, now shaking back and forth one after another, trying to think with their big heads.
After the shaking was over, the solutions of the fruits were finally negotiated.
The answer is simple - why do you have to choose
They can all sleep with Kou Dong!
After listening to the mediation plan, Kou Dong said: "..."
What
— Immediately, he was overwhelmed by a group of fruits.
The matter is not over here, because the fruits are still fighting over who can stick to him with a larger area, who can stick to his face, hands, and feet... The long war has been fought and fought, and from time to time, the fruit that has won the upper hand comes over. Angrily complaining to him, Kou Dong had to dedicate his body and fight at the same time. His mental and physical exhaustion values had reached the peak, and he really wanted to greet the NPCs in the entire dungeon in beautiful Chinese.
Kind of a hello.
In the end, it was the majestic Ye Yanzhi who controlled the scene, and put his arms around him in his arms. The second children wanted to compete for favor but were too afraid to do so, so they could only watch helplessly as their cruel elder brother ate meat alone, refusing to even leave them soup.
When Kou Dong woke up and thought about it again, he felt that it might be the psychological shadow left over from the day.
This dream wiped away the last bit of Kou Dong's enthusiasm for the second child. The child is too entangled, and the crying still makes people feel lingering. It is said that hundreds of ducks are light, and they are humiliating ducks.
—That would have to be hundreds of groundhogs.
The kind that can stand up and sing a low-key version of a dolphin.
He patted the arm of his oldest cub, appreciating his foresight when he said he didn't want children earlier, "You're right."
The calm and indifferent big cub rolled his eyes.
Old Kou's father sighed overwhelmed and said, "I shouldn't have asked for a younger brother for you."
Ye Yanzhi: "... ???"
Ye Yanzhi looked at him and felt that his skin was itchy again.
He dared to commit the mistake of misrecognizing his son. Was it because the tortuous development of the son becoming a father in the last dungeon was not exciting enough
While Kou Dong was talking to him, something slipped under his feet and almost tripped him. He lowered his head and realized that it was actually a round ginseng fruit with vivid five sense organs.
Kou Dong, who saw it, was in a bad mood. The fruit also realized that he had found out, quickly rubbed his exposed ankle, and then jumped all the way, bypassing other players, and headed towards the door.
Kou Dong: "..."
Damn, so it really wasn't a dream yesterday, right
Just ran out and tried to rub against me to sleep
He twitched his forehead, watched the fruit bouncing around, and was afraid that someone would step on it. After worrying about the old father for a long time, he couldn't help but stepped forward, pretended to pick up something, grabbed the little guy who was trying to escape, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Seriously, the weight is really heavy-heavy one.
Kou Dong had the illusion of hugging the little fat boy...
No one noticed, only Ye Yanzhi turned his head and stared at his pocket.
Afraid that he would speak out, Kou Dong put his hand on the back of his hand.
Ye Yanzhi calmly said, "What is it?"
Kou Dong lowered his voice.
"Your brother."
Ye Yanzhi turned around again, stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, and said flatly, "My brother isn't there."
Kou Dong: "...?"
"If you want to touch it," the young man said calmly, "next time you can touch it until you cry."
"..."
This time Kou Dong understands that this person is simply playing hooligans. He was talking about the second child, but what this man was thinking about was the little brother.
What kind of dirty thinking is this!
He couldn't help but lash out: "It's too unhealthy."
Ye Yanzhi: "Oh, is that so, it's very healthy if you beg me to bite it?"
"..."
The time when he was ruled by the blood of the blood clan was Kou Dong's black history, and when this topic was mentioned, the whole person became a gourd with sawed mouths and fell silent.
Ye Yanzhi looked at him for a while, then stretched out his palm to him, "Give it to me."
Old Kou's father was worried like an old pumpkin, almost bearing seeds, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing?"
Ye Yanzhi spoke in a calm and breezy manner, with one thin lip, he spit out two words.
"-stew."
When these two words came out of his mouth, there was a taste that he really wanted to stew the fruit...
The fruit in his pocket was trembling with fright, and he desperately stuck some more to Kou Dong, trying to gain some sense of security through the old father's flesh and blood.
Kou Dong naturally protected it, "What kind of soup should you cook?"
Ye Yanzhi: "It was originally used to stew soup."
Kou Dong couldn't refute it, the fruit in the door is used as seasoning...
Ye Yanzhi: "It looks delicious."
"..."
Kou Dong felt the fruit under his hand twitch, and guessed that the other party might cry from fright.
With a heart of stone, Ye Yanzhi scares even ghosts. Really careless.
He was keenly aware of the family boss's intentions to suppress his younger siblings, and felt a little difficult for a while. It seemed that it was not good for anyone. After considering it, it was Ye Yanzhi, who had been hurt since childhood, that was more important. My heart was completely turned towards him, "I still care about the child."
Hearing his tone, Ye Yanzhi seemed to be facing himself, and the tone in his heart was completely smooth.
To confirm, I added a question: "Didn't you say you don't want children?"
Kou Dong winked at him.
Ye Yanzhi clearly understood, but he stopped here without moving a step. With that posture, if Kou Dong didn't answer, he would still stew the fruit in his pocket to drink.
Kou Dong had no choice but to agree, nodded, and said no.
This suddenly stabbed another hornet's nest. The fruit in the pocket was completely startled, and almost wailed at the top of his throat—fortunately, Kou Dong had quick eyesight and quick hands, and vaguely felt that there was any movement in it, so he sealed its mouth with his fingers, otherwise it would definitely attract other players to watch.
In fact, they don't lack other players to watch. Just this intimacy, the posture of talking close to each other as if they were broken and bonded together with adhesives, has already made the two girls blushed slightly, and looked at each other as if they had touched hot coals. turned away. The three people in the same team were used to seeing it, and they all kept their eyes on each other. Ashe squatted halfway, and still wanted to push a small piece of withered yellow straw leaves from the bottom of his trousers.
Brother Tao thought he was number 12 now, and he was sure of winning, and he spoke more proudly than usual: "I think these few people have to be careful today."
After saying a word, his face changed slightly—this was the realization that he had shown his whereabouts.
In this way, he deliberately reminded them to make them suspicious.
Kou Dong didn't seem to understand, and said with a smile: "Yes, everyone has to be careful. Today is the third day, and I'm afraid there will be changes."
Brother Tao's heart was put back into his stomach safely again, and he secretly laughed in his heart that this man is a fool, if he didn't die last night, he will die today, and he can't escape.
They each got up and were about to go to search for clues, but suddenly they heard a loud noise outside the door, followed by a dull creak from the door, like an old man in his twilight years, standing in the corner and sighing deeply.
There are NPCs coming!
This shock was no small matter, and several players retreated quickly—but the temple is only so big in total, and they couldn't avoid it, so they could only watch helplessly.
The door was pushed open.
Immediately afterwards, a huge, pitch-black eye suddenly appeared behind the door. It was more than ten times the size of an ordinary person. It was born on the chapped, withered and yellow skin, and the flesh was still flaking downwards. His long, lifeless pupils were embedded in the smeared snow-white eyes, and he looked up and down stiffly.
"..."
The long-haired girl couldn't make a sound. Her calf suddenly softened, and when those eyes swept over her, she almost sat on the ground.
Another figure lowered its head and pressed its head close to their window, leaving a dark shadow watching them from there.
A pair of clay figurines came.
Two huge clay figurines, a man and a woman, had to stick their eyes to the door with some difficulty. I don't know who pinched them out. The facial features, hands, feet, and clothing are quite clear. There is also a red flower pinched out of the woman's head, and the gender can be seen at a glance.
They are too big, and they have to keep their necks down all the time in the temple. The people present are like a group of poultry in front of them, and they can't even reach their calves.
Normally, this kind of height difference would not be felt very much, but in this case, it is more than terrifying. The difference in stature also means the difference in strength. If they fall into the opponent's hands, they may be no different from chickens and ducks being slaughtered by their necks.
The eye quickly withdrew.
Before the people on the scene could breathe a sigh of relief, they reached in with something new—a hand groping around. This scene is a bit similar to a person pulling a hamster out of the cage, and his huge fingers roughly brushed the clothes of several people, scaring the two players to tears on the spot.
A fishy smell suddenly spread in the air.
No one has time to dislike it, they all want to pee their pants. Some players said with trembling voices: "Tao... Brother Tao..."
"What's your name!" Brother Tao also panicked, but he was calmer than those who hadn't experienced much. "Why are you panicking? Are you number three?"
Having said that, everyone really felt more at ease.
Yes, what are they panicking about
They are not number three, even if they die, it shouldn't be their turn. — It should be someone else in the lead!
Ye Yanzhi looked at Kou Dong thoughtfully after finishing the clay figurine.
Kou Dong: "..."
He was inexplicably guilty. After all, his cub had seen him making clay figurines more than once. This should be considered his best trick to coax children. What he made looked like what he made. Now these two clay figurines, to be honest, the folds of their clothes and the style of their facial features can be seen as his handwriting. He suspected that in the background plot, these two were created by him to coax the ghost baby to play.
— But he won’t pinch it so big!
Is this still called a clay figurine? It's called a giant, right? ?
Kou Dong felt extremely wronged. Does this count as distorting the author's intention
That hand intensified, and finally touched the skirt of the long-haired girl who couldn't dodge, and dragged her out forcefully. The long-haired girl screamed and grabbed the door frame desperately, but she couldn't resist the strength and was dragged out.
Kou Dong was taken aback for a moment, and he was about to move at the same time as A Xue beside him. They have a good impression of this girl and don't want to see her die.
Ye Yanzhi stopped them, but looked at the clay figurines. He frowned, as if he had discovered something, and said lightly, "Look first."
His words were very convincing, Ah Xue's hands were all on the handle of the knife, and finally let go.
The crying outside was only for a moment, very short, and then stopped abruptly in an instant, and there was no sound.
The temple fell into a deathly silence.
After a while, someone said in a trembling voice: "She is not number three..."
These clay figurines did not come in order to catch people!
This news made everyone panic. They were not sure that they could escape in front of such a giant, so they could only desperately beg for the opponent to stop. But things turned out to be contrary to expectations. After the sound suddenly died down, the clay figurine reached into a big hand again and fumbled left and right in it.
The shadow of death hangs heavily over everyone's head again.
"They are afraid of water!"
Some players suddenly remembered, tremblingly said, "We washed them with water..."
As he spoke, he started to cry, obviously knowing how absurd and unrealistic his idea was. How much water is needed for such a large body
Where did they get the water
Brother Tao's forehead twitched and he reprimanded, "Quiet!"
This time no one listened to him. Those players who had expected him to lead the way seemed to be rebelling now, crying and fleeing for their lives.
After his guess just now was wrong, he has already lost his support.
Brother Tao's chest heaved a few times, and he said sharply, "Do you still want to live?"
He bypassed the fingers that were coming towards him, and then commanded: "Everyone hide in the coffin!"
Everyone was startled.
Then there was the ecstasy like a bright willow.
Yes, by hiding in the coffin, they can avoid the eyes of the clay figurine.
They can live!
This thought made everyone rush towards the coffin, and immediately screwed on the coffin lid. In a blink of an eye, there were only five people standing outside, which were the five-member team that Kou Dong was in.
Yin Qi was also scared when he looked at it, his face was pale, and half of his body was curled up behind Song Hong.
He whispered, "Brother Song, shall we hide too?"
"Hide what?"
Song Hong frowned, obviously not agreeing with this method, "You can hide it? - Do you think it's blind?"
The clay figurine's eyes were always on the window, looking at them. Hearing this, the pitch-black eyeballs rolled slightly.
"That-"
Ye Yanzhi suddenly said, "Let's go out."
Yin Qi: "???"
Yin Qi is not well.
Just kidding-there are two behemoths guarding it outside, you tell me
His lips moved. Although he didn't say anything, everyone knew that his heart just exploded. Ye Yanzhi ignored him, and only said to Kou Dong, "You should go out."
Kou Dong naturally believed him.
Yin Qi couldn't believe it and said, "You guys are sick..."
Isn't this a bunch of lunatics
"You can choose," Ye Yanzhi pressed him impatiently, "go out, or not out."
The five of them stood in a dark corner, completely using that hand and that eye as a background board, and calmly stretched out their hands to cast a vote. The vote was miserable, four to one.
The only one is Yin Qi.
Song Hong believed in Ye Yanzhi's intuition, "Then let's go out."
Yin Qi's eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets, he hesitated for a while, and finally followed behind them, still cautiously trying to persuade them.
"Don't..."
Isn't this courting death
However, the people in front didn't listen to his persuasion, they already avoided the fumbling palm and stepped on the door.
They went out into the snow.
A big hand struck suddenly, bringing a gust of rustling wind, and it was heading towards Kou Dong. Yin Qi screamed, and couldn't help closing his eyes suddenly, he couldn't bear to look any more - he was afraid that the man would be crushed in the hands of the clay figurine in the next second.
But after waiting for a while, there was no sound.
Opening it again, Yin Qi almost screamed out. The clay figurine was holding Kou Dong on the palm of his hand, with both arms wrapped around him, for fear that the other person would fall off, he held it up in front of his eyes and looked carefully. The other clay figurine also leaned over with great interest, and the two of them met together and concentrated on looking at the person in hand.
Faced with such a huge human figure, ordinary people would feel fear to some extent, but Kou Dong was very calm. He even stretched out his hand and looked at the face of one of the clay figurines, saying, "Are you wet? Your eyes are a little faded."
He thought to himself that he could make up with paint.
Yin Qi: "???!!!"