Yin Qi didn't know what a normal person's reaction should be when seeing this super-large clay figurine.
But at least, he can be sure that it should never be Kou Dong who calmly holds the opponent's head and evaluates the opponent's fading.
Is this something a human can say? !
But the clay figurine seemed very anxious after hearing this. The two huge, round black eyes moved closer together, tightly touching Kou Dong's hand.
That gesture reminded Yin Qi of a dog out of place.
In the next second, another huge clay figurine leaned over towards them, roughly holding them both in the palm of his hand and stuffing them into his pocket.
Several people were dizzy and fell inside, only then heard a slight exclamation from inside. The long-haired girl was also inside, sitting with her knees hugged. Seeing them coming in, she was even more excited than them.
With the posture of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, almost tears in his eyes, he asked repeatedly:
"Are you here too?"
"What about the rest?"
"Why are there only a few of you?"
Before Song Hong could answer, he heard howls from above—the players who had been hiding in the coffins were also dug out one by one. It was too easy for the clay figurines to dig them out, just like digging out an ant hole, digging out ants one by one. The players fell into the pockets one by one, trembling all over, almost like sifting chaff, still can't believe that they fell into the hands of NPC so easily.
Song Hong counted them one by one and found that there were still people who hadn't come in.
What is missing is that Brother Tao.
"What about others?"
The short-haired girl resisted the nausea from falling from a height just now, and replied: "He should not have been caught."
There was an uncontrollable look of envy on the gray faces of the players. A strong man spat and said angrily: "He must have other means of saving his life! Just now he yelled that he would go into the coffin, but in the end he was alone..."
As he spoke, he began to curse and swear all kinds of bad words, obviously dissatisfied with Brother Tao's escape alone.
"Damn it, the ghost knows what he's up to, maybe it's intentional to send us to our own death!"
Although no one expressed their approval loudly, but the traces of approval were clearly shown on everyone's face. Someone whispered: "He was the first one to ask us to report the number. Could he have lied to us?"
He looked at the expressions of the others, and added: "He may be No. 12 himself..."
The corner of Song Hong's mouth couldn't help twitching, this is pure nonsense. Brother Tao's coffin has not moved, how could the number be hidden? Wouldn't it be clear to see it at a glance
A veteran like him still relies on this honesty to gain favor, so he doesn't need to tell such a lie that can be broken at a poke.
But what people urgently need now is such a high-sounding excuse, and there is no need to verify the authenticity, so they immediately condemned it. It wasn't until the clay figurine slapped his pocket impatiently, and the great force made the whole place where they were sitting tremble, that the player stopped talking.
The small place was stumbling around, with people standing next to each other, and the air was a bit fishy.
The shock brought shock, burning pain.
The strong man looked around, and realized that something was wrong again, pointing to Song Hong: "Is there another one of you?"
Song Hong raised his eyebrows.
"Don't play dumb!" The brawny man was gnashing his teeth in hatred for all the special treatment at the moment, "You still have one less—there are only four here!"
He looked at them one by one, and his eyes widened.
"What about the one that looks like a girl?"
As soon as these words came out, the strong man received a heavy slap on the back of the head, which made his whole head buzz.
"What the hell are you..."
It was Ye Yanzhi who hit him, with a very cold expression on his face. The burly man looked into his unsmiling eyes, and felt a little fear—the sense of oppression this man brought him was no weaker than that of these giant NPCs.
He is not a fool, and he is not harsh, but he is still angry, "Where are others?"
Someone knew about this, and replied in a low voice: "I saw it when I came in just now. That male clay figurine was holding him."
"Hold in both hands."
Like holding a piece of fragile porcelain, be careful, looking at the posture, as if afraid of being bumped by someone.
The strong man felt even more upset.
"Damn, we're all here and he's being held..."
Song Hongxin said that it's nothing to hold it, and it's not like you didn't see the movement of the crowd before, it's really a fuss.
He stopped talking nonsense, stood up first, and tried to look out on tiptoe.
The pockets are deep and don't reach the edges.
Song Hong patted the little girl and motioned her to ride on his shoulders. Axue was light, and her body was nimble, her eyes were sharp and her hands quickly grasped the edge, looking out.
She first confirmed that Kou Dong was safe and sound before looking at the ruined temple.
The ruined temple was quiet, without any sound. The clay men didn't leave either, and stood where they were, as if they were waiting for something.
What are they waiting for
This question flickered in Ah Xue's mind, and then she pondered for a while. While pondering, he forgot to control his strength, and Song Hong underneath was hurt by her suddenly tightened legs, and couldn't help hissing.
"I'm going to strangle your brother to death—"
The little girl said coldly: "Be quiet."
Snow fell again.
Some players imitated their appearance and poked their heads out of their pockets. They looked in the direction of the ruined temple together and waited for a long time.
The accident happened in a blink of an eye.
When she caught a glimpse of the will-o'-the-wisp burning from the edge of the ruined temple, Ah Xue almost thought she was dazzled by the white snow. Dark flames shot up along the wall, crackling the wood and emitting black smoke upwards.
The line of sight gradually became curved, and the ruined temple, which was not very smooth at all, seemed to be curved, blazing fire.
There was smoke above, fire below, and the walls were bent.
At this moment, the scene is somewhat absurd and weird. From Ah Xue's current height, it looks like...
"changed!"
The face of the player who was also lifted changed drastically, his mind trembled, and he lost his voice, "It's like a mouthful—"
Like a pot.
The top of the temple is the lid of the pot, which covers the ingredients inside.
The players' teeth chattered. If they hadn't been pulled out just now, they would be the ones being stewed now.
Brother Tao, who is still dreaming of Spring and Autumn, is stewed in the pot. He thought that everything was safe for him, but the fact that he hadn't been taken out just now proved his thoughts. He just lay quietly in the coffin, thinking in his heart, how many more people would die outside this time.
But there is no hindrance, anyway, he will be the last one.
It's ridiculous that the tall guy is also kept in the dark now, and he doesn't know that he has changed the order with him.
His fingers couldn't help tapping the coffin up and down, and he relaxed, listening to the movement outside slowly.
"whee… "
Someone is laughing.
Brother Tao's heart suddenly tightened, and then he turned his head in the dark coffin to try to see, but he didn't see anything. The laughter was clearer, as if it was talking right in front of his eyes and right into his nose. The coffin was cloudy and cold, and goose bumps shot up from the back all of a sudden, spreading densely in a large area.
"whee."
Childish voice.
"It's you...it's your turn."
"Come out and play?"
Brother Tao's hands were trembling. He couldn't lift it up for a long time, but another pair of strong hands held the sharp ax tightly, and split the coffin lid above him.
Sawdust flew everywhere, and he couldn't help screaming briefly.
The man with the ax in the door bowed his head at him, long, greasy seaweed hair touching his face. There are many fruits beside him, lying on the edge of the coffin, looking at him.
"… Do not."
Brother Tao swallowed slowly, his voice low and hoarse.
What went wrong
He's number twelve—no, he's number twelve!
"no no… "
"It's your turn."
The fruits giggled.
"It's your turn to make soup."
The man raised his ax high and dutifully chopped the staple food into pieces. A strange fragrance gradually emanated from the temple, which was a bit fishy. Players who had smelled it had their throats throbbing, and their stomachs were acidic, and they couldn't help vomiting.
It was the soup they smelled through the door.
At the same time, the clay people finally had enough of seeing this scene, and strode forward—the player who was looking out fell back into his pocket, feeling terrified, smelling the aroma of his companion's boiled flesh and not saying a word.
The people in the temple died, and the people outside the temple lived.
The guesswork was totally wrong.
Ye Yanzhi didn't care about these things, he kept a cold face, he was concerned about something else entirely, "How long is he going to hold people up?"
Song Hong: "..."
No, this is also going to go crazy.
If this big guy is making a fuss, something will happen!
He hurriedly bumped into A Xue beside him, motioning for her to speak. A Xue lived up to everyone's expectations, and said calmly: "You don't need to be squeezed outside, and you don't need to smell the smell."
The player who peed on his pants suddenly flushed and tightened his legs.
When Ye Yanzhi heard this, his face was cloudy, but he didn't lose his temper as expected. Song Hong's admiration for Ashe is that she casts herself into the ground. She can disintegrate this kind of crisis in an instant, which can be said to be quite sensitive.
It can be called a mobile fire extinguisher among the dead.
They didn't know how long the clay figurines had walked, but two of them were still shaken and injured because of their strides. When they finally stopped, they were pulled out again by the big hand, and they were stuffed whole into a cave.
A few people were squeezed out, then put in roughly, and fell to one place in embarrassment. They still dare not tell others to be careful. After all, they are not facing people, so maybe they are so powerful
When he looked again, the clay figurine slowly flattened his palm, and gently touched the young man's clothes with a finger, patting off a little snowflakes on it. With that strength, even an ant can't die.
Player: "..."
Damn, it turns out that you will be light-handed
The clay figurine didn't urge him, and allowed Kou Dong to walk on it slowly, step by step into the cave. The two clay figurines, with four eyes, stared helplessly at the entrance of the cave, as if humans were watching their own hamster climbing the shelf.
The hamsters finally got in, and they were also relieved.
In the end, the clay figurine fumbled somewhere, and pulled out another piece of dark cloth, and wrapped it around Kou Dong with two fingers, from neck to feet.
It looked like he was afraid that he would catch a cold.
The player watching this operation: "..."
Damn, if it wasn't for partiality, ghosts wouldn't believe it!
Kou Dong was wrapped in cloth like a silkworm baby, and sat down near the entrance of the cave. He noticed that everyone was looking at him, blinked his eyes, and seemed to be a little puzzled, "Why?"
Everyone said, what else can I do, let's see who is favored by the NPC like this...
How exactly
Kou Dong looked up and thought about it, but he answered without hesitation, "I'm handsome."
If this was normal, some players would have secretly accused him of being ill. But at this moment, the players were all confused by the stark contrast just now, and they also had a little self-doubt for a while, did they think? Is it really because the game is so good, so I prefer people with this kind of appearance
If they can get out alive, they can try plastic surgery...
As the origin, Kou Dong didn't know that he was about to become a model for plastic surgery, so he naturally gathered together with his little friends and let out a breath of comfort.
"call."
There is also a thin voice in the pocket: "Huh..."
Kou Dong: "???"
He suddenly remembered something, felt in his pocket, and sure enough, he found a fruit. Guo Guo was quiet and well-behaved, leaning on his hand to get closer.
Kou Dong quickly glanced at the big boy, seeing that he wasn't paying attention, he immediately patted the little boy's head a few times like a thief.
Ah... cool!
He really wanted to be a father! ! !
There was no firebox in the cave, and a group of people could only curl up in one place to keep warm. It's not that no one wanted to smack Kou Dong's quilt, but only dared to have this idea, but no one dared to move, fearing that the clay figurine would show him off. Kou Dong gave Ye Yanzhi half of the piece of cloth, and Ye Yanzhi stood aside, disgusted with everything about NPCs, and stayed still for a long time.
"Hurry up," Kou Dong greeted him, "Be careful of freezing!"
Ye Yanzhi looked at his outstretched hand.
Kind of like yelling in bed.
The thought made him feel better, and he leaned in. The two of them leaned close to each other, listening to the rustle of snow outside and whispering.
The key of the dungeon is to untie the knot in the ghost baby's heart, but the terrible thing is that they haven't touched the core of the story yet, and they have been spinning around the edge.
Ye Yanzhi: "It's all about you anyway."
Kou Dong struggled: "But I can't have a baby myself. Where did the ghost baby come from?"
Ye Yanzhi sneered: "You always wanted to be a father."
Kou Dong couldn't refute, he was indeed keen on being a father. But you can't just make a ghost baby to scare him just because of his idea, right
Is it to educate him about family planning
"Who knows?" Ye Yanzhi said blankly, "Maybe you abandoned your husband and son."
Kou Dong: "...don't talk nonsense!"
Where did the husband come from, and what kind of child is he to abandon!
He is innocent, he is not that kind of person at all!
He retorted fiercely, and the young man stopped talking. After a while of silence, the voice was a little hoarse, "What are you touching?"
Kou Dong was actually touching his youngest son secretly, and he didn't dare to tell him, so he whispered, "No."
The young man opened his eyes.
He was supposed to rest, but Kou Dong was so close to him, and he was restless, so many fiery sparks burst out from under the quilt.
"Be honest." He taught in a low voice.
Kou Dong is in a hurry at the moment, the fruit may have been touched by him just now, and he is desperately trying to jump out of his pocket. While pressing down on his younger son who was bouncing like a pinball, he also had to deal with his elder son who was extremely possessive. He tried hard to control the range of his movements, "No, I didn't move."
There was a lot of movement, because they were far away from other people, but no one cared. Ye Yanzhi pursed his lips, and finally became a little suspicious. He pressed his hand and touched it, "What are you doing?"
Kou Dong was like a frightened bird, he almost jumped up with his youngest son, trying to cover it up: "No!"
The more he reacted, the more suspicious Ye Yanzhi became. The two long legs parted, and they held him firmly.
"let me see."
Old Kou's father struggled desperately, "No way!"
Ye Yanzhi's face turned cold, and he groped along his arm without saying a word. Kou Dong hurriedly let go of his hand, and the second son, who was no longer imprisoned, began to jump left and right under the quilt, and jumped on his lap, and Kou Dong almost groaned when he hit him.
His legs trembled unconsciously, which was also felt by Ye Yanzhi. With a solemn face, the young man touched that area, and touched something smooth and round.
right between the legs.
"...?"
Ye Yanzhi's expression was a little weird.
Get in touch with the flutter just now...
"Want to urinate?"
Kou Dong didn't understand how his brain circuit went around here, and his whole body was burning with guilt, trembling, "Huh?"
Ye Yanzhi touched his unusual temperature and pondered for a while with downcast eyes.
After a while, he calmly said, "I can help."
Kou Dong was stunned, and the question marks in his mind surged into an ocean.
... help
The next second, he was completely startled—what the fuck was he doing, he quickly held down the man's hand, and said in disbelief, "There are still people here!"
He knows that he is very attractive, and that Ye Yanzhi has a crush on him, but, but...
But anyway, it shouldn't be this kind of place!
What was Ye Yanzhi thinking
The gourd baby is a snake spirit, and he can't look at a cave and go to it without checking whether there is anyone!
Ye Yanzhi's reaction was even weirder, "Didn't you think so?"
Kou Dong stared at him with big eyes.
What are you thinking
Who thought so much
He tugged on his pants, feeling sad and angry in his heart, "Let go!"
In broad daylight, the world is bright and clear, and there is... there is such a dirty thing!
Ye Yanzhi finally sensed something was wrong from his reaction.
It wasn't what he thought it was, it was...
The fruit who had been honest for two seconds just started to jump again, this time rubbing against Ye Yanzhi's hand. Ye Yanzhi held it down, and after feeling out the shape, black air gradually began to emanate from his body.
—It’s still a second child.
Kou Dong actually brought it out.
The vinegar bottle, vinegar vat, and vinegar urn were all overturned at this moment, and what gushed out was a sea of vinegar. Ye Yanzhi, who was soured by the sea of jealousy, took his brother who had a bad name and no hands and feet, and asked his irresponsible father in a cold voice, "What's going on?"
Kou Dong: "..."
Alas, Ye Yanzhi's posture is very similar to those illegitimate children in those TV dramas where the legitimate child meets the illegitimate child.
"You still keep him," Ye Yanzhi sneered, "Do you know whose child it is?"
— Who else could it be
It's grown on a big tree!
Kou Dong felt that his cub might also be sore and a little delirious. He whispered: "He doesn't have a father anyway—"
As soon as his words fell, Guo Guo turned into a fat child in his arms, opened his mouth and called out to him softly and softly: "Daddy! Daddy!"
After leaving the ruined temple, it is much more sensitive than before, and it can speak out.
Kou Dong's temple twitched.
This unlucky boy really picks his time.
What's worse, the child then held his hand affectionately, opened his mouth and said, "Daddy, let's go find Daddy!"
Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong: "... ???"
He no longer dared to look at the expression of Ye Yanzhi who suddenly had his head on the prairie next to him, he just thought in shock in his heart: Fuck, what he took is really a script of throwing away his husband and son...