The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

The magical dance of the Son of Truth lasted about an hour.

It's like he hasn't released himself for a long time.Jumping non-stop in front of the players.

Since the players are not corrupted, they cannot empathize with his dance.

When they first saw the Son of Truth dancing, they thought it was absurd and strange.

That provocative waistline, graceful buttocks.

With the trembling body and the densely packed big eyeballs that rolled along with it, even the grandpa of KFC would have to bow down when he came.

The temporary crisis has been resolved by the Seed of Purification, the female players have no pressure in their hearts, and even have the mood to comment on them in the team channel.

For example, a certain dance movement of the Son of Truth looks like a certain bib traffic star. For example, the Son of Truth has a good figure. Although he is not thin, he actually has eight-pack abs!

And after dancing for so long, it is obvious that the physical strength is very good, and it is not unacceptable if the lights are turned off.

However, as time went by, and the Son of Truth didn't have any new tricks, the actions were repeated back and forth, and there was no music to cooperate. After the 3-minute enthusiasm passed, the players naturally became more and more sleepy.

After dancing to the song, the Son of Truth even posed in a very intoxicated pose.

The moment he turned to look at the players.

With the round-faced fat chicken coughing lightly.

Immediately, this group of female gamers who were eating melons and watching dramas immediately raised their heads. They stared at the Son of Truth with big Kazilan eyes without blinking. That is serious and pious!

The Son of Truth obviously has not experienced such a thing, anyway, it has done what it should do, and just stands there like a sculpture.

The atmosphere became a little awkward and quiet.

The mutated status of the surrounding girls gradually disappeared with the end of the sacrificial dance, and they did not turn into a bunch of monsters like the round-faced fat chicken worried.

As long as you don't become a monster.

In the eyes of the round-faced fat chicken, these girls could still be saved if they hadn't turned into monsters.

There was silence for a while.

Shocked by the dancing posture of Jenny's son, the woman in black robe finally stood up tremblingly from the ground.

"This, is this the dance of truth?!"

Her voice was trembling, like a Christian crying bitterly when she saw Jesus, she shouted loudly: "Beautiful! It's so beautiful! The dance of truth! Just watching your dance, I feel that my soul is sublimating, quack ... creaking..."

The soul of the black-robed woman has indeed been sublimated.

The pollution on her body became more serious, and before she could speak halfway, a new head had grown on her neck.

The head was as ugly and wrinkled as a newborn baby, and the features were gathered together like the folds of a bun.

From her mouth came out the same voice as that of the woman in black robe, but it was more sharp and hoarse.

The two sounds are mixed together, giving people an extreme auditory torture.

It's different from the girls around who are slightly polluted.

The head that grew out of the woman's neck never retracted, and quickly turned into a red, skinned frog's head, which was very similar to the head of the Son of Truth, except that it didn't have so many eyeballs.

With this head fully grown.

Her mood gradually became calm.

It returned to its previous dignified and elegant appearance.

"I would like to congratulate you here, you are getting closer and closer to the Lord of Truth!"

The woman in the black robe announced loudly, her dark eyes were full of excitement and frenzy, and her crazy eyes scanned every girl present.

"For the next time, you will live here, waiting for the altar to be repaired. Every day, you have a precious opportunity to watch the dance of the Son of Truth."

After all, she didn't forget to draw a big cake for the girls present.

"The one who performed the best during the sacrifice may have the opportunity to become the next saint who conceived the Son of Truth! What kind of glory is this? I think you know better than me!"

"The Lord of Truth is Eternal!"

"Long live the Lord of Truth!"

As the excited roars of the girls erupted, the players were startled. In order not to be seen, they also roared along with the girls.

Feeling the frenzied atmosphere around him, the round-faced fat chicken was secretly stunned. For a while, he had the illusion of returning to the modern society and attending a concert of a top singer.

To give birth to the Lord of Truth?

Honor?

She couldn't help retching.

Let's leave this kind of thing to the old family members themselves!

These girls, she has a round face and a fat chicken, and she will definitely save them!

……

In the evening, the players at the dining table repeated their old tricks and staged various fancy fake meals.

This time the woman in black robe replaced the drink with fruit juice.

Without the influence of the Son of Truth, these girls seem to have become a little more normal again. They can't accept red wine, but they like fruit juice very much. They don't have any psychological burden, and they drink one by one.

The female players felt their scalps go numb when they saw this scene.

And now that everyone is drinking juice, it's hard for them to refuse, so they can only bite the bullet and drink the juice into their mouths, and then lead it into their backpacks.

But to be honest, although the ingredients are added, it may be because the raw materials are very good, so the taste is inexplicably good. Several female players almost swallowed the drinks in their mouths.

After finally fooling around with this meal, I can finally calm down for a while.

"I have arranged rooms for you, but due to the large number of people, you can only live in one room for ten people. You don't have to worry about being crowded. This is a former Lapland castle, and each room is built according to the standard of a duke's bedroom."

The girls who have been eroded by the old days obeyed the words of the black-robed woman, a fanatic, without any complaints, especially for the female players. The arrangement of the black-robed woman was just right!

The woman in black robe: "Okay, that's all for today, you can go back to your room and rest!"

……

After a while, a group of girls followed the guards to their respective rooms.

Under the deliberate operation of the players, at least one player is assigned to each room.

In room 17.

The round-faced fat chicken faced the nine indigenous girls, with a murderous look in his eyes.

Whether the task can be completed depends on tonight!

She greeted her with a smile like a flower:

"Sisters~ This is the big strawberry from my hometown. It's big, sweet, and super delicious. Do you want to save me and come and eat it?"

……

In a room next door.

Miss Bai Yuekui once again Waterloo.

Of the nine girls, only seven ate strawberries, and she forced four of them, and the last two gritted their teeth and refused to eat them. They also said they were going to tell the guards outside that there was a lunatic here.

"Who is the madman! Waterma is going to save you..."

Bai Yuekui, who was lying on the bed, thought about it left and right, but felt unhappy.

The girl who told her to roll during the day slept next to her.

This girl has the habit of sleeping naked, and she still sleeps on her stomach.

Looking at the girl's soft sleeping face, Bai Yuekui felt ruthless, with an evil smile on the corner of her mouth, and then took out a strawberry from her backpack.

"Jie Jie Jie... Feng Shui turns around... Suffer death! Jie Jie Jie..."