Carrying the gleaming knife on her thin shoulders, she calmly raised her eyes and stared at the lit lights on the first floor.
"Which one will it be," she asked, "do you know?"
"..." Kou Dong didn't answer, looking at her state, he vaguely felt bad.
Killing people in the dungeon will definitely not have no effect on the player himself. But looking at the appearance of the little girl, it seems that she has been completely blinded by hatred.
The little girl didn't get an answer, her gaze was still darting back and forth on the first floor. Her eyes finally caught something, and the corners of her mouth suddenly hooked.
"-found it."
Kou Dong was shuddered by her words, looked in her direction, and saw through the window that Scar was standing in the room with a gloomy face and smoking a cigarette.
Ashe suddenly took off the knife from her shoulder, dragged the huge steel knife with her thin wrist, and walked towards the window step by step.
The tip of the knife scratched across the uneven concrete floor, making a piercing sound.
Song Hong's footsteps moved, as if he finally realized it, subconsciously wanted to stop him, "You..."
The little girl said coldly: "Get out of the way."
Song Hong was captured by her aura, turned on his toes, and actually made way for her. Ashe walked to the window with the knife in her hand, and met the eyes of Scar who was standing in the room through the transparent glass.
Scar glanced at her, frowned impatiently, and took out the cigarette butt from his mouth, "What are you doing?"
He didn't pay attention to the little girl in front of him at all. She is thin and small, and has the appearance of a good girl. What can she do with such an appearance
"Look again," he said, "Look again, I'll beat you—"
Before he finished speaking, the little girl in front of her suddenly licked the corners of her lips at him and smiled coldly. For some reason, her pair of quiet black eyes suddenly made Scar feel a little panicked, it was like stepping into a cold pool of water, which made people shiver.
He vaguely remembered that he had seen such eyes before. At that time, the little girl was nestled in her sickly mother's arms, and she also looked at him with the same eyes.
just like-
It was as if he was not a living person at all, but a monster that had rotted and maggots all over his body.
In the next second, the blade was suddenly in front of him!
Scar's pupils suddenly dilated, and he staggered back two steps almost subconsciously. The little girl held the knife with both hands, and slammed it heavily on the pane of glass. The glass shards were splashed, and the cool night wind blew in from outside, one after another.
Scar was so startled by this action that he couldn't react for a while, and when he regained his senses, Ah Xue had already raised the knife again, exhausted all his strength, and slammed it on the glass for a second time.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by a loud noise, Dao Scar felt the sudden fine pain on his face, which almost spread all over his face. He touched it with his hand and realized what it was.
—It turned out to be blood.
The little girl who looked weak in front of her smashed the window with that knife.
The knife scar stood in the splattered glass, and the exposed skin was burning hot, and I don't know how many times I was hit on the face and neck. He squinted his eyes, and looked at Ah Xue with a ferocious expression, "You're fucking sick—"
Song Hong and the two were afraid that she would suffer, so they hurriedly ran here. The little girl was not in a hurry, the smile on her lips became more obvious, and she said unhurriedly: "Yes, I am just sick."
"..."
She answered so bluntly that the scar was blocked and she had nothing to say, and the veins on her neck burst out one by one.
"So from now on, stay away from me—"
The little girl's knife turned around and pointed directly at the bottom of his stomach. The sharp blade was shining, and it seemed that it could cut through the clothes easily.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and paused every word.
"Let me see you again, and I will kill you."
"..."
All the men present shrank, feeling an indescribable chill.
On the contrary, Kou Dong heaved a sigh of relief, seeing that A Xue really stopped, he knew that she was indeed sensible. It is not a wise move to blatantly kill people in the game, but fortunately this little girl is determined.
Putting the knife back into the luggage compartment, she acted nonchalantly, "Let's go."
"Hmm... um." Song Hong hesitated to answer, "... good night."
What's the matter with him? He even started to feel scared towards A Xue.
Leaving behind Dao Scar who was still dazed by the intimidation, they finally went back to sleep. It was almost dawn outside, and the sky was a light fish-belly white. Kou Dong was lying on the bed, still discussing with Song Hong, but at some point, he fell asleep with his face on the pillow and lost all consciousness.
Until he was asleep, he vaguely felt someone sitting up.
Subconsciously, Kou Dong thought it was Song Hong, but he didn't take it to heart. He grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands and asked in a daze, "What are you doing?" The figure was silent for a while, and didn't answer. It just pulled his quilt and pulled it up again.
"mine."
He heard a low voice, not very skilled, whispering strangely.
Someone's hand stroked his neck.
"mine… "
Slowly, little by little.
Like silkworms devouring mulberry leaves, a pianist caresses his keys. It touched every tiny corner, almost thrusting itself into his veins.
That movement was not normal, at first it could be regarded as a gentle caress, but then it gradually increased its strength, strangling his throat tightly, as if it wanted to bite off his throat and cut it open.
It seemed that something had penetrated into his mouth, bypassed his tongue and continued down, almost reaching his esophagus, where it rolled and stirred slowly.
Kou Dong had the illusion that his internal organs were being touched by someone, his breathing gradually became difficult, his hands and feet struggled and shook under the quilt restlessly, finally he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and retched a few times in embarrassment.
He touched his neck and felt a dull pain. He took a few deep breaths before calming down.
But looking at the dormitory, there is nothing abnormal. Song Hong on the opposite side turned his face towards him, and fell asleep by himself, and didn't hear him coughing and struggling at all.
"..."
Kou Dong couldn't fall asleep at all.
What the hell is this
The most irritating thing is that he still has the illusion of being taken advantage of - especially when this thing takes advantage and runs away, making him look like a big girl who has been molested.
However, Ye Yanzhi was absent, and Kou Dong didn't even have anyone to discuss with.
He opened the luggage compartment melancholy, took out his sleeping cub, and unexpectedly found a new countdown timer above his head. This time, it started from 18 hours, and there were three silvery words bouncing at the back, which read: Maturity.
Kou Dong was overjoyed, is this his cub growing up
He put the villain in his arms preciously, and carefully left some space in order to prevent himself from accidentally pressing him down. Ye Yanzhi was always asleep, curled up into a small ball, on his side.
As Kou Dong watched, he couldn't help stretching out his old father's sinful hand, and gently poked the two bulging flesh on the back of the villain.
After poking, he retracted his hand abruptly, observing his cub's movements carefully.
did not wake up.
Kou Dong was completely relieved, covering his head with his whole hand, and carefully stroking the cub up and down in a posture of stroking a cat, brushing the hair on his head several times, taking off the pair of small shoes and putting them on a few times, very Can't put it down.
When Song Hong heard the wake-up bell and opened his eyes, he had already got out of bed and was concentrating on cutting a piece of toilet paper.
Song Hongjin glanced at him inadvertently while wearing his slippers, but was taken aback, "What's going on?"
Kou Dong didn't even raise his head, and replied in a coping manner: "Huh?"
"Your neck," Song Hong frowned, his expression became solemn, "Didn't you notice it?"
He dragged Kou Dong into the bathroom, facing the mirror together. It wasn't until he saw his own appearance in the mirror that Kou Dong knew what the expression of seeing a ghost just now was.
—His neck was already densely covered with bruised and purple fingerprints, spreading from the collarbone to the ears. However, his skin was fair, and those marks seemed to bloom on his body, splashing unscrupulously on this snow-white canvas.
Even the lips were rubbed red and slightly swollen.
The young man in the mirror still looks about sixteen or seventeen, his face is more fleshy than usual, with short student hair, and his mouth is slightly opened, with a dazed look that doesn't understand the world.
But these imprints have changed the flavor of these youthful tenderness.
Song Hong frowned tightly and said, "You..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a burst of exclamation from Chad in the girls' dormitory opposite. The two looked at each other, but both of them were not aware of it, and hurriedly ran towards the direction of the sound.
It was on the sixth floor of the girls' dormitory, and there were already many students gathered at the stairs, standing in disarray. Not only the girls who lived here, but also the male students who heard the movement and ran over to see what was going on. The crowd was densely packed, and Kou Dong took a little effort to squeeze through them.
"Leave a way, let a way!"
"Give way-"
Another person rushed over without hesitation, and pushed the crowd away without saying a word. When he saw the people around him, he suddenly let out a very sad wail.
The one who cried was Xiao Kai.
Kou Dong didn't look inside anymore. In fact, as early as the first day, they had foreseen this scene.
— is fear.
The fear of death magnified in Xiaoying's body, and finally ate her up.
"This feeling is really uncomfortable," Ah Xue stood beside him at some point, her eyes also looking at this scene, "She is just like a silkworm chrysalis."
The pale corpse was lying on the concrete floor, every fine line on the skin was stretched out, almost translucent. From this point of view, it really looks like a silkworm chrysalis.
"The most uncomfortable thing about the silkworm chrysalis is not its shape," the little girl said in a low voice, slowly stroking her arm, "but it makes me feel like something has crawled out of it."
The author has something to say:
Song Hong: Your neck—
Kou Dong:! ! ! my neck! ! !
Don't say anything, the NPC must have done it - let's go, find him responsible first!