The Grim Reaper is coming: the start of the game enters the countdown to death

in the room.

Seeing Yan Jun walk into the room and sit in front of him, Ning Zhiguo became nervous and couldn't help asking in a trembling voice, "Is the god of death coming to me again?"

Yan Jun glanced at the death countdown above his head, and nodded helplessly.

boom!
Ning Zhiguo slapped the table suddenly, and roared in surprise and anger: "Too much bullying! Too much bullying!!"

"Don't worry, Uncle Ning, I will protect you." Yan Jun comforted.

"That was not what I meant."

Ning Zhiguo waved his hand and frowned: "I just think that the god of death has no bottom line. He almost killed me in such a sinister way in the morning. Now it hasn't even passed a day, and it has come again!"

"If you have a bottom line, then you won't be called a god of death."

Yan Jun sighed, empathizing with Ning Zhiguo's words.

As soon as he woke up this morning, he had to protect five people who had triggered the omen of death at the same time.

Although I have a system, all the rewards need merit points to draw, and the mechanism of the lottery is still so tricky.

At the end of the day, he didn't dare to slack off at all, it could be said that he was physically and mentally exhausted.

That's the case on the first day, what about tomorrow?What about the day after tomorrow?
What should I do when I face more people who need my protection and rescue in the future?
Thinking about it, Yan Jun felt a lot of pressure.

But there is no way.

Since he was selected by the system, he should shoulder greater responsibilities.

There is only one belief.

Fight to the end with the god of death, until the last moment of life!
A look of determination and unyielding flashed in Yan Jun's eyes.

"Yan Jun..." Ning Zhiguo suddenly called out in a nervous tone.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

"Do you blame me?"

"Ok?"

Yan Jun looked puzzled: "What's your fault?"

Ning Zhiguo pondered for a moment, lowered his head slightly, and his face did not have the temperament and demeanor of the richest man in Jiangcheng: "Uncle was buying gifts in your live broadcast room, and he went out the back door with his old face, and took Xiaoxue with you. The way you put her in a room to protect her is really not honest enough, and it puts a burden on you."

"But there's no other way. Uncle is a vulgar person. This is the only way...to find a chance for Xiaoxue."

"I hope you don't hold grudges!"

The voice fell.

Not only did Yan Jun have sincere respect for Ning Zhiguo, even the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were full of affection for the richest man in Jiangcheng.

I gave Yan Jun hundreds of millions of gifts, but I feel guilty and don't use money and status to oppress others.

Open minded, fatherly love is like a mountain.

Some netizens were moved to the point of tears.

"Uncle Ning, don't say that."

Yan Jun smiled embarrassedly, trying to make the atmosphere in the room less serious; "Xiaoxue is very good, and I also... like it very much."

"Well, that's good, that's good." Ning Zhiguo nodded with relief on his face.

The two were silent for a while.

After a while, Ning Zhiguo asked hoarsely, "Jun Yan, can you promise uncle one thing?"

"No." Yan Jun blurted out.

???

"Cough...cough..."

Not only was Ning Zhiguo choked, but even the hundreds of millions of netizens in the live broadcast room were stunned.

"Uncle Ning, if you want to explain your funeral, I can't promise you."

Yan Jun immediately explained: "I have the confidence to protect you and break the three-day death curse."

The words fall.

Ning Zhiguo suddenly realized, and looked at Yan Jun with a little more admiration.

"Yan Jun, you are a good boy, and the burden on your shoulders will become heavier and heavier in the future."

"But no matter what happens in the future, I hope you can take good care of Xiaoxue, can you?"

After finishing speaking, Ning Zhiguo looked at Yan Jun with an expectant look on his face.

Yan Jun nodded and said solemnly: "Okay! Uncle Ning, I promise you!"

156!

155!

154!

Looking at the death countdown above Ning Zhiguo's head, Yan Jun decided to plan ahead again.

"System! Upgrade the Eye of Surveillance, the target person is Ning Zhiguo!"

"Ding! Ning Zhiguo's death screen has opened!"

As the system's voice fell in his mind, a picture of Ning Zhiguo's death appeared in front of Yan Jun's eyes.

……

ten seconds later.

Yan Jun had a very strange expression on his face.

Ning Zhiguo and the netizens who were watching the live broadcast were surprised.

"Brother Jun, what does that expression mean?"

"Surprised with disappointment, disappointed with rejoicing, and rejoicing mixed with speechlessness."

"Brother upstairs is awesome, you can describe such a complicated expression on Brother Jun's face!"

"Brother Jun, did you predict something? Tell me quickly, everyone is dying of anxiety!"

"That's right! Brother Jun, don't hold your breath!"

In the room, Yan Jun didn't say a word.

At this moment, the staff of Safe House No. 9 delivered Ning Zhiguo's dinner.

A bowl of white rice and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes were placed on the table.

Ning Zhiguo, who hadn't eaten much all day, also had some appetite at this time, picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, but was stopped by Yan Jun suddenly.

"Uncle Ning, wait a minute!"

Yan Jun's tone was dignified and his face was solemn.

Ning Zhiguo put down his chopsticks, glanced at Yan Jun, then at the dinner on the table, was stunned for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes.

Could it be... the god of death poisoned the food?

This is too outrageous, right? ! !
Ning Zhiguo's throat surged, and he looked at Yan Jun nervously, but held back when he wanted to ask something.

In short, everything is right to listen to Yan Jun.

56!

63038!

63037!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for saving a life, merit point +1!"

almost at the same time.

The death countdown above Ning Zhiguo's head changed, and a system notification sounded in Yan Jun's mind.

Yan Jun froze for a moment, feeling too unreal.

In the death scene, Ning Zhiguo choked to death while eating.

Because of this, Yan Jun stopped him from eating, and at the same time, he was full of energy, making complete preparations and always guarding against the backhand of the god of death.

But never imagined...

Ning Zhiguo's death crisis was resolved in such an understatement!
Yan Jun felt that he had gathered enough strength to punch the cotton.

When the god of death made such a move, I really didn't feel used to it.

Could it be that the Grim Reaper is at the end of his rope?

"Okay, Uncle Ning, you can have dinner now." The expression on Yan Jun's face was relieved.

"Can I eat it?"

Ning Zhiguo hesitated, but still didn't dare to put down his chopsticks: "Is there any poison in this food?"

At the end of the sentence, Yan Jun couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't worry about eating, how can there be poison in the food?"

At the same time, the dozen or so executives in the monitoring room and the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were confused.

"Damn! What's going on? Can Brother Jun explain it?"

"You're thinking about farts. People can explain it to you. If you think about it yourself, it's easy to figure it out."

"Then you want to understand?"

"Uh, not yet."

At this time, a smart viewer stood up in the live broadcast room.