The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

Mu Qiye managed to regain some strength, stumbled and ran over, and before reaching the gate, he saw a group of NPCs turning their heads and running towards him.

He was dazed for a while before he realized that these people were going to the accommodation area to avoid the rain.

Nima, what time is it, why are you avoiding the rain, NPCs are all idiots!Apart from……

...Except, that woman!

Thinking of that woman, Mu Qiye couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

That doesn't look like an NPC at all, is it that the NPC has become a spirit? !

He has never been so miserable by NPC.

Damn it, don't let him meet her again!

Mu Qiye scolded Mrs. Lan in his heart, and secretly made up his mind.

When he looked up, he saw the familiar figure from behind.

Mu Qiye suddenly widened his eyes.

Well, it's really "nowhere to find when you step through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it"!

"You... stop for me!"

He ran out wildly, worried that Mrs. Lan would run away, so he rushed over.

However, when he bumped into Mrs. Lan and knocked him to the ground, Mrs. Lan didn't know why she didn't run at all.

Strange……

The strange thing is that there are ghosts!

This time he will never be deceived again.

Mu Qiye firmly held Mrs. Lan's wrist.

With such a grip, he realized that his "little mother" was really thin.

Stop trying to trick him into sympathy!

Mu Qiye held Meng Busan's hand and ruthlessly said goodbye behind him.

Meng Busan snorted and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Hearing this muffled sound, Mu Qiye's arm immediately froze.

He opened his eyes wide, watching Mrs. Lan's shirt covered with red blood.

This blood... this wound... is because of him...

Mu Qiye lowered his head.

He pursed his lips, slowly let go of his hands, and sat down beside Meng Busan.

At this time, the sporadic light rain in the sky turned into heavy rain, and it became heavier and heavier, as if a hole had been pierced in the sky.

Mu Qiye let go of Meng Busan, but saw that he was still hanging his head, motionless.

Mu Qiye: "Hey! Stop pretending, I won't show you any sympathy."

Meng Busan still didn't move.

Mu Qiye scratched his temples, and shouted in a rough voice, "Hello!"

Seeing that he hasn't responded yet, his voice can't help but be quieter——

"I didn't put in much effort either."

He complained: "Since you are so thin and weak, don't imitate others to be handsome and backstab, really..."

He stretched out his palm to cover Meng Busan's head, trying to cover her from the rain.

"...Okay, I won't move you anymore, is it done?"

Mu Qiye muttered impatiently, "You're really going to be my mother."

He said so much, but Meng Busan still didn't respond at all, Mu Qiye couldn't help but really worried, maybe he broke some part of this man, right?

Mu Qiye jumped up all of a sudden.

Standing beside Meng Busan, he scratched his head, thought for a while, and squatted down again.

The rain drenched the two of them into drowned chickens.

Mu Qiye took a look at the shirt on his body that almost became translucent.

He coughed, looked around, and suddenly ran away.

Meng Busan peeked over from the corner of his eye, and saw that this person ran to the commercial street and brought back a huge parasol.

He was holding a huge parasol, and ran over with a "pattapatta", and the rain-soaked sand splashed on his pants and shoes.

He glared at Meng Busan fiercely, "I'm really convinced! You dare to torture me like this, let's see how I torture you!"

Although he said so, he still put the umbrella on top of Meng Busan's head.

Meng Busan put his arms across his chest, pretending to cover the wound.

Mu Qiye frowned, staring at his wound for a long time, finally turned his head and said, "Forget it, since you did save me, I won't bother with you for the time being."

The corner of Meng Busan's mouth curled up.

Oh, I don't know who called me to stop aggressively, wanting revenge!

Mu Qiye was carrying a big parasol, and looked down at Meng Busan, "Can you stand up by yourself?"

Before Meng Busan could say anything, he said to himself: "Cut, this is not okay, it's useless."

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Meng Busan's uninjured arm, and helped him up.

Mu Qiye carried the umbrella on one shoulder, and supported Meng Busan with the other arm.

He whispered: "I tell you, the typhoon is coming soon, you run quickly and try to survive."

He paused, "... Even if you survive, you may forget everything."

Meng Busan whispered: "No."

Mu Qiye: "Huh? What?"

Meng Busan raised his head, his face was pale, but he showed a gentle smile, "I said, I won't forget everything, at least, I won't forget you."

Mu Qiye said furiously, "Who asked you to remember! I don't need it!"

He supported Meng Busan and walked for a while, then said: "Forget it, if you want to remember it, just remember it."

He tightly held Meng Busan's arm, glared at him and said, "Remember, my name is Mu Qiye, not your stupid son's name."

Meng Busan nodded, "Well, I know, it's not the name of the silly son, but the name of the silly roe deer."

Just as Mu Qiye was about to nod, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

His eyes were burning with anger, "You bastard, what a mess!"

Meng Busan looked at him with a smile.

Mu Qiye's chest rose and fell, and his eyes glanced at his wound again.

Mu Qiye smacked his mouth, "But, forget it, my lord has a lot."

Meng Busan tilted his head.

This guy...is he so easy to bully?

Mu Qiye lowered his head, and asked suddenly: "At that time, why did you block it for me? It's impossible for him to really kill me, at most he would suffer some flesh injuries."

Meng Busan: "I don't know, I started to move subconsciously at that time."

Mu Qiye curled his lips, "It must be your son you want to save, not me."

That was the first time someone cared about him so much!

Suddenly, Mu Qiye felt something seemed to be placed on his head.

Mu Qiye turned his head and found Mrs. Lan standing on tiptoe, reaching out to stroke his head.

He widened his eyes, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Meng Busan smiled gently, "This is my answer."

"Huh?" Mu Qiye looked confused, "What answer?"

Meng Busan: "That's the answer to why I saved you."

Mu Qiye was even more confused, he said anxiously: "Can't you just say it? You say it."

Meng Busan pointed his fingers between his eyebrows and scolded him with a smile, "Stupid roe deer".

Mu Qiye: "Cao, you are really... so annoying! You can't say clearly, what do you mean?"

Mu Qiye mumbled and asked all the way, but Meng Busan refused to tell him.

When the two were about to reach the door, Meng Busan suddenly said, "I feel like I can escape from the trial ground."

Mu Qiye was shocked, and he yelled: "What are you talking about, you, an NPC, can escape from the trial ground?"

He yelled so loudly that everyone around him who should have heard him heard it.

The testers looked at this "NPC" one after another.

NPCs in the trial field can actually escape from the trial field?This is simply unheard of.

Meng Busan looked at several men standing in front of the door as if they were punishing him, and asked strangely, "What happened?"

Lu Xiaomeng laughed, "It's nothing, it's just that I won."

Mu Qiye was surprised and said, "Can you defeat the three of them by yourself? Impossible!"

Lu Xiaomeng smiled, "Of course I won."

She stretched out her hand to hold a playing card and shook it slightly.

She said confidently: "When it comes to playing cards, I will never lose."

She glanced at Meng Busan, then looked back at Wu Yu, Yu Huaijin and Wei Zi.

"They didn't just lose cards, they lost people."

Meng Busan: "..."

I just didn't watch it for a while, how did I lose to the point where I needed to sell myself?

Mu Qiye was also shocked, "Damn it, what the hell are you doing? Picking up girls in the proving ground...ah no!"

He glanced at Lu Xiaomeng's current middle-aged fat man's body, "...to date an old man...isn't it too hard?"

The faces of Yu Huaijin, Wu Yu, and Wei Zi became uglier each time.

Yu Huaijin said, "Don't talk nonsense, I just lost a request to you, and I promised not to take you away this time."

He fixed his gaze on Lu Xiaomeng, "Meng Busan, next time I won't be so lucky."

He raised the corner of his mouth, "You have been targeted by me, and I will remind you of everything."

Meng Busan: "..."

This is very strange.

Lu Xiaomeng: "How many times have I told you that I am not your brother, so please stop talking to yourself, okay?"

The corners of Yu Huaijin's eyes were red, and he smiled gently and tolerantly, "You will admit it sooner or later."

Wu Yu said: "I also promise you, I won't take you away, I will go back and tell Master, and when we meet again next time, maybe the one you meet will be my Master."

Wei Zi: "I..."

Lu Xiaomeng shook her hand, and a shotgun appeared in her hand immediately.

She held the gun and pointed the gun at Wei Zi.

Wei Zi broke out in a cold sweat, "Why did you do this to me? It's not fair!"

Lu Xiaomeng grinned, "If you want to trouble me, you want to be fair, and if you want to be fair, you'll just blow your head off."

Wei Zi broke out in a cold sweat.

Why is it always me who gets hurt!Why can anyone bully me!

Wei Zi: "You...you can't hurt the tester."

Lu Xiaomeng: "Oh, but I can blow off half of your head and keep you alive. I am very confident in my methods."

Wei Zi: "..."

Gan!

Lu Xiaomeng stretched out her hand, "Come on, give me something."

Wei Zi's eyes wandered, "What, what do you want?"

The eyes of Lu Xiaomeng and Meng Busan met.

Meng Busan's mouth moved slightly.

Lu Xiaomeng: "Connect—connect—device—"

Lu Xiaomeng was shocked, but immediately calmed down.

She stared at Wei Zi, showing a cruel smile, "Take out the communicator, and spare half of your head."

Wei Zi: "Don't deceive people too much, do you think my head is yours?"

"Click-"

A cool thing touched the back of his head.

Meng Busan smiled and said: "Then add me? Is it enough to buy your head?"

Wei Zi: "..."

It was too difficult for him to pinch back and forth.

Wei Zi struggled for the last time, "I don't understand why you two, a tester and an NPC, can cooperate."

"Mom, I'm still your son."

Meng Busan said coolly, "Your son is not as useful as a mirror."

Seeing that there was nothing to turn around, Wei Zi took out something indignantly.

It was a small machine like the BB machine from many years ago.

Wei Zi tightly squeezed it in his palm, intending to provoke: "What about the two of you, who should I give to?"

Meng Busan smiled, "I don't want it, you can give it to her."

Wei Zi: "Then what are you planning?"

Meng Busan: "I just like to see you looking unlucky."

Wei Zi: "...Damn it!"

Wei Zi yelled and yelled here, as if he was fighting with Meng Busan, but what the crowd saw was——

The woman behind Wei Zi held a small mirror that could be closed with a "click" in her hand, and pressed the small mirror against the back of Wei Zi's head.

Wei Zi was about to cry.