Infinite Game: The delicate and charming girl wins every game

Ji Zhe was completely frozen.

"Liuliu, this must be my hallucination."

K broke the fantasy and was eager to try, [This is not an illusion, host. You can see Jonathan when you open your eyes. Let's go all out and ask who killed him! ]

But Jonathan is dead!

His tears had long been dried up by being scared by Heaton and Bert, and Ji Zhe really couldn't cry at this moment.

He shouted hoarsely, delicately and pitifully, "Father~"

Ji Zhe: I call him dad, he can’t hit me.

Jonathan approached Jizhe, and stroked the boy's sweaty cheek with his big, broad hand. His words were full of temptation, "Be good, call me again."

There is a kind of people in this world who like to have others call them by taboo names when they are doing something secretive, in order to achieve both physical and mental stimulation.

Jonathan is such a person. He stroked Ji Zhe's fragile neck with his calloused hands, as if he would break his neck if the boy didn't answer.

On the live broadcast screen that Ji Zhe couldn’t see————

"Damn it, he's so good at it, I suddenly feel that Zhebao is no longer Zhebao, such a delicate and good wife!"

"What? He's still calling me daddy. Does Zhebao also call me daddy when he does something like that? (No ill intentions, just out of curiosity)"

"Zhebao, don't call me dad, call me mom!"

There were also some newcomers. The dim scene prevented them from seeing Ji Zhe's face. They could only see the barrage of comments refreshing the screen. They looked at the comments carefully and found them unbelievable.

"Are you guys who posted the comments in front okay? What kind of place is this to lose treasures? Wife, your brains must have been caught in the door!"

"I am dying of laughter. You have never seen a woman in your life, right? Calling her your wife in such a crappy game, how unsatisfactory is the reality!"

"I originally watched the live broadcast room because I was bored, but I didn't expect that I could find something interesting there. I decided not to leave. I really want to see what the host looks like."

"I can't wait for Jonathan to gut him!"

“…………” and so on.

The players who had been watching the live broadcast were almost pissed off. "If you're cursing so much, just stop watching. It's so unlucky!"

"I think you are the ones who are unhappy with your life. Go to other people's live broadcast rooms to get scolded!"

"Just wait and see, my beauty will shatter your thick face!"

The two sides were in a stalemate, and the popularity of Ji Zhe's live broadcast room was getting higher and higher. In the end, the number of people in the room was about to break six figures. You know, the total number of people entering the game was only about one million. Ji Zhe was really popular this time.

But according to the current situation, it is not convenient for K to tell Ji Zhe about this matter. After all, his host is still being forced to call him dad.

Jonathan sat leisurely beside the bed, pinching the little guy's chin. The flesh was so soft that his fingertips sunk into it. His lips were rosy and there was a sweet fragrance when he spoke.

"Father, father."

He squinted his eyes comfortably and scratched Jizhe's chin as if rewarding him.

"So nice."

——————The barrage of comments stagnated for a long time.

"This, this is the dungeon boss Jonathan? Am I seeing things?"

"Now I really want to see the host's amazing looks. He can actually make the boss treat him like this."

"Do you think I'm your cat or dog? You're even scratching your chin. It's so bitter~"

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After Ji Zhe called out, he looked at Jonathan with expectation. He praised him for being well-behaved, so he thought that no one would do anything to him. He did not forget that Jonathan was dead, so Jonathan could only be a ghost at this time.

Let him go.

Ji Zhe prayed silently in his heart. In such anticipation, he heard Jonathan's mature and gentle voice.

"Such a good child should stay with his father forever."

The word "father" coming out of his mouth carried an inexplicable meaning.

Ji Zhe's face turned pale. He grabbed Jonathan's clothes tightly, raised his head, tears in his eyes, long eyelashes hitting his eyes, his little face was wet with tears, and he bit his lower lip tightly. The look he gave him was fragile and helpless, but unexpectedly firm, as if he had made some great determination. He calmed down and said

"Dad, please don't kill me~"

The voice was soft, with a curve at the end. Combined with the expression, Jonathan felt like he didn't know what was wrong and his whole body was itchy.

Ji Zhe stared at Jonathan closely, not wanting to miss any expression on his face—since he was a child, he had always been able to act like a spoiled brat;

When he was a child, he was in poor health, so his parents wouldn’t let him eat too much ice cream. He could only eat one ice cream a day. But he was very greedy. However, as long as he acted like a spoiled child, his mother would let him have one more bite. This never failed!

Ji Zhe thought angrily that he had not spoken to anyone like this since he grew up. Although his parents missed him very much, Ji Zhe felt that he was already an adult and could not act like a spoiled child anymore. He did not expect that he would make an exception for his "father" here.

"Humph!" Ji Zhe was angry in his heart, "I didn't kill him, why should I be buried with him? I'm so angry!"

K said nothing.

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"…Although I didn't see your face clearly, I'll show my respect to you by calling you dad!"

"From the sound of his voice, it seems to be a man. Damn it, why does his voice sound so delicate?"

"I suddenly feel that his looks are not important. With a voice like that, he can easily get along with any big shot."

"The above person is trying to tie the anchor to the bed and just listen to him scream every day, right? Hahahaha!"

"I give up. These newcomers are so rude. They don't respect my Zhebao's beauty at all."

"That's right, what's the point of just listening to the voice? Judging by the face is the best way. If I, Zhe Bao, lie down on the bed, you might not even know your last name."

"Jonathan, I advise you to be more sensible. I, Zhebao, have spoken to you like this, so you'd better think carefully before answering."