I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The hostess's condition was nothing short of insane.

The eyeballs protruding from the fat stared at the young man in front of him, their veins were bloodshot, each eyeball contained twisted resentment, and his lips trembled as he cursed.

Sensing the wooden door open, the hostess's vicious little eyes suddenly widened, but only the whites of her eyes grew larger, and her already tiny eyeballs moved around like black mosquitoes on a white canvas. The corners of her mouth curled up to her ears, and she gasped heavily.

Really laughed out loud.

Live broadcast room at this time:

[What is this host doing? I've never seen anyone commit suicide.]

[Quick, quick, let me take a few more screenshots to keep them in my memory, I won’t be able to see this face anymore soon! ]

[Don’t be pessimistic, our Xiao Chengzi is not such a reckless person, he must have thought of a solution! ]

[What's going on? This is the only host still awake in this instance. The others are all asleep.]

[Special scene, only the triggered anchor can enter, eliminating the possibility of other players helping. 】

[Special scenes can only be triggered in B-level and above dungeons. ]

[Let me record the screen. I love watching beauties struggling before dying! So cool! ]

……

[Some viewers’ comments involved the Soul Tracing Game, and the anchor has been blocked. ]

"Little mouse! Little mouse!! Little mouse!!!" With a final angry roar, the hostess jumped up, raised her arms, and smashed them straight down on Song Guicheng's head.

Song Guicheng leaned forward to avoid it, and when he turned around, the dagger in his hand accurately stabbed the hostess's thick ankle. "Dang", the skin and the blade collided, making a harsh sound.

Damn, this mistress’s skin is thicker than the city wall.

She obviously deviated from the category of normal people and began to become alienated.

This only proves one thing, that there are indeed things in this room that are closely related to the core of the copy.

The hostess kept cursing: "Little mouse! Little mouse!! Little mouse who wanted to steal my apples!!! Die!! Die!!!"

The whites of her eyes almost covered the entire eyes of the hostess, which was very terrifying in the cramped darkness. She pressed forward step by step, her attack was haphazard, but her purpose was clear: she wanted to kill Song Guicheng.

The kitchen space was small, making it very inconvenient to move, so Song Guicheng mainly dodged, tempting the hostess to go deeper while throwing something on the ground.

When Song Guicheng attracted all the hatred of the hostess, Xiaohua suddenly lifted up Chu Wei and rushed out with his legs flapping.

The kitchen was soon smashed into a mess, with the cupboard and cutting board shattered, wood chips flying, and wine bottles falling to the ground and breaking into pieces. The flying glass fragments cut Song Guicheng's hand.

The audience in the live broadcast room felt bored watching the host hiding and hiding:

[Don't blame the old woman for scolding you, you are just hiding and sneaking around, you really are like a mouse. ]

[Fight, fight, I love to see players challenge NPCs and get crushed. ]

【Which side are you on? 】

【Wherever there is excitement, look at which side I stand. 】

[No, you see, even though the host was dodging, the old woman really couldn't hurt her at all. The hostess had such a large attack range and the kitchen was so small, so the angle of her dodging was too tricky.]

[Good luck...]

[Ding——The number of people in the live broadcast room is detected, Ding——The popularity of the live broadcast room is detected, and the gambling game is now started:

Players can survive vs. players cannot survive

The minimum bet is 10 points and the time limit is 3 minutes. 】

The system's reminder lights up in front of the audience, one black and one white, each occupying half of the progress bar. Black means that survival is impossible, and white means that survival is possible.

Just half a minute after the betting started, black quickly swallowed up most of the progress bar with overwhelming force, leaving only a tiny amount of white occupying the tail of the progress bar.

[If he can survive this situation, I'll eat his shit! ]

[It's just 10 points, I voted. 】

[Little Orange, Mommy believes in you! Woohoo! Woohoo! ! ]

The life and death bet is the most common bet in the Soul Tracing Game. When the anchor is in crisis and the number of people and popularity in the live broadcast room reaches a certain level, it will automatically start. The odds of this bet are not high, but the possibility of winning is very high.

Just as these viewers said, it is too difficult for players to kill NPCs. There are some who have managed to turn the tide, but they are a minority after all.

Most of the tourists coming in are pessimistic, and only a few fans are still holding on.

Song Guicheng had no time to care about the gambling game in the live broadcast room. He glanced at the kitchen where there was no place to stand, and saw that the iron pot was still safe and sound.

Under the continuous attacks of the mistress, the originally agile and light-footed young man's movements became increasingly sluggish, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and was soon forced into a corner by the mistress. Behind him and on his left and right were walls, and in front of him were NPCs transformed into ghosts, so he had no way to escape.

Song Guicheng was almost curled up in a corner, the dagger in his hand fell off, and he seemed to be in a helpless situation.

The hostess became visibly excited, the fat on her face trembled violently and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.

"I got you, little mouse," she licked her huge, dry mouth with her scarlet tongue, her tone long and touching in the silent night, "I got you..."

The curious gamblers in the live broadcast room also became excited:

[We're about to win, we're about to win. I told you, it's impossible for a player to win against an NPC! ]

[I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it, ahhhhhh, my little orange!!]

[I won’t read it anymore. The points will be automatically credited to my account in a moment. ]

……

Song Guicheng lowered his head, revealing his beautiful and slender neck. His hair was scattered and his expression could not be seen clearly. The white shirt was tightly attached to his lean and flexible body, like a green bamboo covered with snow.

"Madam..." He spoke suddenly, and his low and hoarse voice made the two words sound tender, like the whispers of a lover.

Live room:? Still flirting at this time?

The hostess paused for a moment and tilted her neck, making a "clicking" sound. She was a little puzzled by this young man who was still so daring even in the face of despair.

Song Guicheng raised his head and looked straight at the ghost. His eyes were calm and gentle, like clear lake water, with a hint of smile, but without the panic as he had expected.

He smiled and said, "I heard that your husband likes to drink..."

The hostess smelled a hint of danger and didn't want to listen anymore, so she swung her arms and hit the young man's head with all her strength.

"I also heard," the hostess's movements brought about a sharp wind, blowing away the scattered wood chips. Song Guicheng did not dodge or avoid it, "You and your husband's relationship is not very good..."

When death was imminent, he seemed to laugh: "What if you spilled his wine..."

With a "bang", the sound of glass breaking suddenly exploded in another corner.

The strong, tempting smell of cider instantly swept across the entire space like a wave, almost turning into substance, piercing people's lungs like a knife.

Brown-red liquid gurgled out from the broken hole in the bottle, more and more, almost turning into thick blood in the darkness.

Sticking in the glass was an ordinary dagger.

"Ah--" The hostess screamed and threw herself into the corner with a distorted face. Song Guicheng actually saw the deep fear in her face.

She tried to stop the continuous flow of cider with her fat and rough hands, but it was in vain. The brown-red liquid naturally dripped onto the ground through her fingers.

How dare he!

How dare that little mouse!!

The hostess's eyes were bloodshot, filled with fear and bloodthirsty hatred.

The cider in the glass bottle was quickly drained, and Zhang Yunben's normal-sized head shrank into a wrinkled pile.

The fat on the hostess's body was twisted into lumps, like huge tumors. She did not turn around, but only turned her head 180 degrees to look behind her. However, there was only a mess behind her, and the young man had disappeared.

The live broadcast room was the player's perspective. The audience saw the hostess's back shaking with anger. After a residual image passed before their eyes, the screen went black, and then the system prompt slowly appeared:

[Ding—The gambling game is over, and the player has successfully survived. ]

Audience in the live broadcast room:?