Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

It was just 08:30 when Xu Zhaohe returned to the dormitory, and it was not yet time to turn off the lights.

He lay on the bed silently thinking, how can he be a bad boy?

Alas, there is no way, he has been a three-good student since he was a child, and he really has no experience in this area!

As he thought about it, his expression gradually turned cold. He didn't know who would choose whoever threw the handkerchief tonight.

Xu Zhaohe felt that his chances of winning the lottery were quite high. After thinking about it, he went to lock the door. After all, wanting to be a bad boy and being targeted by a bad boy are not the same thing, but he didn't know if it would be useful.

Back on the bed again, the diary hadn't started to shine, and he had nothing to do when he was idle, but the hair saw the timing, and proudly crawled over with the ends of the hair curled up, and climbed onto Xu Zhaohe's wrist.

Xu Zhaohe looked down and saw a long hair curled around his wrist...it looked so familiar.

Xu Zhaohe frowned, tore off his hair, pinched it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

Her hair was stared at with embarrassment, and she twisted left and right, looking like a shy big girl.

Is this hair following him?He is a ghost?

Xu Zhaohe was a little uncertain, after all he looked weak and weak.

But speaking of it, he seems to be really popular with ghosts...

That child, the original mother, and the diary that blows rainbow farts, and now add another hair... Before he knew it, he seemed to have become some kind of scumbag who stepped on a few ghosts.

Xu Zhaohe cleared his throat, tentatively: "Well, let me tell you, I am..."

stop!Hair shook her body in panic, no!Don't tell me!You wait a minute!

Xu Zhaohe continued to frown, not knowing what this hair wanted to do, and then he watched him shake and shake, shake and shake, shaking himself from a single hair to a strand of hair...

Xu Zhaohe: "..."

A strand of hair rubbed against Xu Zhaohe's wrist with the end of it, and he couldn't hide his pride from head to toe.

How about it!Surprised or not!Not happy!

Don't worry, he will become thicker in the future!

Thicker than a rabbit's head!

……

Xu Zhaohe was silent, and after a while, he said, "Did you misunderstand something?"

hair:"???"

Xu Zhaohe pointed to his thick hair and said cruelly: "I don't want to have hair transplants, thank you."

hair:"!!!"

a bolt from the blue!

His hair was all wilted, hanging down in front of Xu Zhaohe's eyes in a particularly listless manner, as if he could fly freely with a gust of wind, looking very bleak.

Xu Zhaohe has mixed feelings in his heart, why does he have the feeling that his own scum has no limits? !

Don't play too much with this strand of hair!

……

The emotional scene between the two gods is really intricate and wonderful. The diary lying on the corpse is trying to reduce its sense of existence from the beginning to the end. After all, it only wants to be a small passerby, not cannon fodder!

However, the sky failed to fulfill his wish, the work from above came, the lights went out with a "shua", the diary shivered, and then hesitated to emit a faint light...

It doesn't want to!It really doesn't want to!

It is really looking forward to the fairy love of the bosses!But!Xu Zhaohe and that scumbag looked over!He still came over!

'Wooooow, Xu Zhaohe, do you still remember that you belong to the boss?

And big brother, can you stop looking at me like a little bitch!I am afraid! '

……

It's a pity that one person and one post didn't hear the diary's heartfelt voice.

This was a clue to the live broadcast, so as soon as the diary was lit, Xu Zhaohe's attention was completely attracted to it.

He really didn't realize the forced heart of the diary, and the dying struggle under the pressure of high-level ghosts.

Diary's skin was pale and sobbing.

"Hey, I'm so miserable..."

Xu Zhaohe: "???"

The diary is like an excellent worker who still insists on working under the torment of illness, silently crossed out that line of inner thoughts, and wrote desolately below:

"The sky and the earth are gray, there are shadows of people, two lines of blood, and demons roaming around.

Whose hand is it?Through my black hair?cover your eyes?

……

The night is long, the bells are ringing, the withered hair is tangled, and the steps are staggering.

Who is behind?A red line was congealed on the neck, and the blood in the eyes was blooming..."

……

The diary speaks tremblingly, it feels a little scary, but there is no way, this is a unified copy!

On the other side, Xu Zhaohe watched with great interest, with the hair staring at him from behind. Although he had a bit of a bad taste, his literary talent was not bad.

He continued to turn backwards, but who knows, the back is gone!It's gone!

Why is it gone!

The diary trembled, it was gone!time is not up yet!

gone...

Xu Zhaohe sighed unsatisfactorily, and the hair couldn't take it anymore at this moment, a broken book, isn't it a broken book that can tell stories!He can't even compare to a broken book!

The hairy man jumped onto the table in high spirits, but when he met Xu Zhaohe's eyes, he softened.

Aggrieved, he hooked Xu Zhaohe's wrist, his hair blushed, and he tried hard to pronounce a syllable!

Xu Zhaohe: "????" Did he call just now?

Xu Zhaohe lowered his head and put his ears close to his hair, don't let it be his illusion!

The intoxicating aroma rushed to his face along with the beauty, his hair was dizzy with happiness, and he moved a little closer, and softly whispered in his ear: "嘤."

"..."

"!!!"

It's really fucking called!The hair that calls! ! !

Xu Zhaohe was shocked on the spot, it was even more unbelievable than seeing a child with a severed head sliding down a slide!

Where are his vocal cords!

But the quick-witted hair fell on his wrist as if hitting porcelain at the right time, and it entangled with the trend, and couldn't come down.

Xu Zhaohe: "..."

Looking at the hair wrapped around his wrist like a wrist guard, Xu Zhaohe couldn't tell what it was like, he was sore and numb.

……

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——22:00——

Xu Zhaohe and Hair have been staring at each other for an hour.

To be precise, it was Xu Zhaohe who stared at him and tried to tear him off, but his hair was tightly entangled and he couldn't get it off.

The diary is carefully shrunk aside, it will not shine, it can't get involved in their fairy love!It's a journal with principles!

……

【Ding!Players are welcome to enter this round of game time, please love each other and try to be a good boy! 】

The reminder of the rules came on time, and then the child's voice of "Throwing the Handkerchief" sounded.

For the first time, Xu Zhaohe didn't pay attention to the game, but got into a fight with his hair.

"you come down."

"..."

"You are like this, how can I be a man..."

"???"

Xu Zhaohe Youyou sighed: "I'm single, I don't have a girlfriend..."

Hair happily: "Oh!"

"Forget it." Maybe it was too sad, Xu Zhaohe rolled down his sleeves vigorously, "Don't let people find out."

Anyway, without this instance, they will never see each other again!

But the hair didn't know what was going on in his mind, he hid it in his sleeve, the tip of his nose was full of Xu Zhaohe's fragrance, trembling with excitement!

So exciting!steal!Affection!!

Xu Zhaohe's wrist was numb from the shaking, and he patted him through his clothes: "Be quiet."

The hair stopped shaking immediately, and she was obedient.

……

On the other side, the diary, which was read from beginning to end, moved back vigorously, it could neither hear nor see!It's still that pure diary!

The room suddenly became quiet, except for "Throwing the Handkerchief" in the ear, the three species were thinking about each other, until a sudden knock on the door broke the silence.

Xu Zhaohe looked in the direction of the door, and his hair frizzed instantly. The person he likes, why are there so many people who want to pry the corner of the wall!

Impatient to live! ?

Xu Zhaohe held down his hair that was about to move, and there was silence inside the door, and the people outside didn't seem to be surprised. "He" sneered, put his hand on the doorknob, and twisted it...

locked.

……

And this operation!

Obviously, before screwing other people's things, they were all opened with one twist!

The people inside the door didn't speak, and the people outside seemed to be debating whether to kick the door open. In the end, "he" took a look at the thick black fog outside, and walked to the next door.

Xu Zhaohe waited for a while, but he didn't wait until the people outside kicked the door angrily. He shrugged and sat down at the table to watch the live broadcast. He said that tonight's diary was not normal!

The diary couldn't help it, the diary began to glow as if it was death.

"Hee hee hee, play games, good boy and bad boy;

The bad boy throws away the handkerchief, the door of the good boy cannot be opened..."

Why doesn't it rhyme?

Journal:"……"

Fortunately, Xu Zhaohe didn't bother with this, he held his chin, and it seemed that there was a limit to whom to throw it to.

He said, he has been a good student all his life!

……

The diary in front of him suddenly started to pretend to be dead again, and the hair on his wrist poked his head out from the cuff again, and he almost touched Xu Zhaohe's beautiful chin!

The hair was eager to try, but in the end, it was still unwilling to shrink back.

The hair secretly pokes against the wrist, sooner or later one day!

……

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Early on the fourth day, Conan came to Xu Zhaohe in a panic.

Three people died!

Du Yuxin, Ren Ji, and A Biao.

……

The atmosphere was surprisingly heavy, with a bald head and red eyes, Cheng Yan was crying loudly, Jiang Zhouling was frowning and didn't know what to think, Conan was standing behind Xu Zhaohe, and now he seriously suspected that they were all deceived by false information!

Du Yuxin died in front of the washing area, and her bright red name was on the door.While Ren Ji was on the swing, A Biao's blood spilled all over the climbing frame, which was extremely tragic.

Xu Zhaohe pinched his fingers unconsciously, then suddenly turned around and said, "Conan, tell me all the information you know about this dungeon."

Conan nodded hastily: "Okay, the name of this dungeon is "Original Mother's Horror Kindergarten", and the level is D-level...the lowest level."

"..."

"……?Gone?"

Conan nodded: "No more."

Seeing Xu Zhaohe's eyes, he hastily added: "You can buy so much information from the system, and you have to buy the rest from the organization, but the accuracy will be much lower."

After speaking, he scratched his head: "Could it be that there is a bug in the system?" Is this difficulty really the lowest level? !

At this time, the bald head walked over with heavy steps, and his voice was particularly hoarse, "I bought the news from Black Eagle. The death conditions of this dungeon are extremely harsh, and there is a high chance that all members will pass the level..."

He spent a lot of points to bring his younger brother to recuperate, but now... out of 12 people, 6 died.

What the hell is wrong!

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