I am a god in script killing

Chapter 291 March Rabbit Town (13)

Bo Jun meditated, his eyes shifted to look at the flickering lights, and the shapeless shadows swayed.

The sound of sharp claws grabbing the door frame was soft and rustling, and the sound of heavy breathing was separated by a wall.

The doorway was firmly blocked, and the little carrot house was plunged into darkness. The players inside the door and the monsters outside the door faced each other silently.

"Little rabbit, be good, open the door, if you don't open it, open your rabbit's brain—"

The monster outside the door suddenly spoke and hummed a ballad softly. The off-key song echoed in the small pet house: "Little rabbit, be good, open the door. If you don't open it, you can't open the fur..."

Bo Jun frowned, holding the carrot behind his back while singing strangely, using the tip of the carrot as a weapon.

"Little rabbit, good little rabbit, why don't you open the door?"

Whispering softly outside the door, the abduction said: "Open the door, the little rabbits who don't open the door to the master are bad rabbits—"

It grinned ferociously, wanting to play with the player viciously:
"Bad rabbits will be skinned and turned into schoolbags, their fingers will be turned into bone whistle zippers, and flesh and blood corpses will be used as food and teaching materials. Be good, don't be a bad rabbit."

There was still no sound inside the door. The monster lay on the door and looked into the dark room through the door hole—it wanted to find the poor and humble player.

"Sing one less sentence."

A cold voice sounded, and the monster stared into the room for a moment.

It heard the sound, and squinted its eyes to see the player behind the door.

But it was an absolute blind spot and it couldn't see it.

"You didn't sing the line 'Tick tock, tick tock, the master knocked on the door'." Bo Jun said, "Why didn't you sing this?"

"I've already sung it, little bunny," giggled the monster, "what, do you want to hear it? I'd love to sing it to you if you'd invite me in."

"Really?" Bo Juan pursed his lips, "Then it's better not to sing, you are tone deaf, it's too ugly."

monster:"……"

"You seem to be very angry." Bo Jun's left hand muscles were still tense, but his words were provocative with a smile, "Then why didn't you smash the door to come in? You can open this door with a few strokes."

The monster rolled his eyes, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Oh, good-looking little rabbit, you are the most beautiful little rabbit I have ever seen--beautiful little rabbits are privileged here, how could I smash the door Scared you?"

"Really?" Bo Juan was considerate and thoughtful, "It's okay, I'm brave, just smash it."

After a pause, he added: "Smash it as hard as you can, but don't pity me."

"..." If my mother can break it open, will I still be here with you for half a day? ?
"Oh, I forgot," Bo Jun suddenly realized, "A rabbit thief can only steal pet rabbits that are disobedient and unqualified. I don't seem to have violated the rules—it's really hard work. You've been talking for a long time. Do you need me to thank you for chatting with me? ?”

The monster gritted its teeth, took a few breaths and then kicked the door.

There was a sound of "boom", with great force, but the seemingly weak door did not budge.

The monster cannot forcefully open the door of the pet rabbit's house to kill it, but it can let the pet rabbit open it by itself or verbally allow the monster to enter, so that the pet rabbit that loses the "barrier" will be killed.

But Lao Lu and Su Xiao hurt the apron rabbit during the day, and the pet attacking the owner was judged as an unqualified behavior, thus violating the rules and losing the status of "pet rabbit", and then lost the shelter and was killed by the "rabbit thief".

There was a dragging sound outside the door, and Bao Jun stood still, and through the door opening, he saw huge figures under the street lights and in the thick fog pulling the two fallen corpses.

Human skeletons collided on the cobblestone paths on both sides of the road, making a weak sound, which was especially clear in the dead silence.

(End of this chapter)