Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

It was not the first time for Song Hang to step into this house. It was his home when his sister was still there.In the only room with traces of life, he even saw a familiar diary.

Countless coincidences gave him a feeling of going back in time.

It was Laoyan who opened the door for him, seeing Zhitiao who had passed out again, she didn't say anything, but took him upstairs and pointed out Zhitiao's temporary room.

Apart from her, Song Hang saw no one else.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the new round of chosen sacrifices.In fact, he just wanted to see what this person, who would be shy while sitting on the dance floor and stared at by many people, would do once he found out that he was just a sacrifice whose death method was defined by others.

As for the other party asking about the woman before, it was completely unexpected.

This kind of unexpected is quite interesting, much more interesting than his boring sister.Because I changed from a side role to an actress once on camera, the other partners and the former actress did not complain at all, and they still treated each other with courtesy, no matter how you think about it, there must be problems.

To be so stupid as to believe that there is a pie in the sky, and death is not a matter of course.Song Hang wasn't sad at all.Just like Zhitiao's shyness in disguise, those feelings of attachment to his sister can also be faked, the purpose is just to let the sacrificial gentleman know what he is about to face as soon as possible.

It's really curious what a person who is used to pretending will do when he finds himself about to step into the footsteps of a sacrificial offering.

He can observe for a long time.

"Are you awake?" Looking at Zhitiao with burning eyes, the words that blurted out were full of temptation, "If you don't leave here, you will be killed by them soon."

Zhiniao just glanced at him, after all, Song Hang didn't know the reason for his coma.In that dream, the woman struggled so hard that there was no one around to save him.If it was a younger brother with such a good relationship, there would be no need for rescue. When he dragged himself to run just now, he was quite straightforward.

He went straight out of the room, except that the light was still on in Yaoyan's room, and the other rooms were dim: "They didn't come back?"

"They can't come back." Yao Yan got the job of the female anchor and started working very skillfully.She obviously knows something, she just doesn't do anything.

"Why didn't you see the person who has been by your side?" Zhi Niao had long wanted to ask.

The other party didn't care at all: "There is no value in him that I like, and it's useless to pretend." While talking, his eyes turned lightly on Zhiniao's face, with a smile on his lips, "You don't want to know , why didn't they come back?"

"No, I can probably guess."

But Yan Yan continued on her own, "Lou Wei went to pick up odd jobs from the repertory theater troupe, but you also know that theater logistics always have to touch various props, because there are many people who have accidents with various props; Shao Gan went to work as a bartender, saying that places with a lot of people can talk a lot, but people's hearts are unpredictable." Obviously they were all trapped.

Mingming has been sitting in the room and not going out, but it seems that nothing can escape her eyes.

Song Hang, who was following behind Zhiniao, couldn't help but look at this woman more: If only there was some way to make her go away, then he could observe the men around him without interference.

For an experiment, Yaoyan is like a disturbing factor, she cannot be controlled as a variable, and what she does seems to be unreasonable.But this is Song Hang's opinion. To Zhitiao, there is no one who obeys the rules more than Ruoyan, so the will of the world invited her in.

In terms of strength alone, Zhitiao is ashamed of himself, but compared to Yan Yan, he is better than "no rules".

"You'll be in trouble soon." She turned her head, and the computer in front of her was still facing the camera, "They're already outside, don't you know, what you put on is a sacrificial one?" clothes?"

"It's okay, we can still escape. This villa has a special underground passage to go to the outside world." Hearing her words, Song Hang felt a little unsteady.

He told Jitori those things in order to savor his panic.How could he be easily captured if he wanted to observe this person?

Fortunately, Zhitiao cooperated with his performance very well. At some point, a group of people surrounded the villa, not only the outside, but also the inside of the house became weird.Zhidiao took a few steps back, and carefully grabbed Song Hang's cuff: "You will take me out, right?"

"Of course, you can trust me." The words he spoke were swearing, just like he had deceived the original body before.

He took Zhidiao to open the stairs hidden in the utility room on the second floor: "This side has been remodeled, and the space below is isolated on the first floor. No one can enter unless they know this mechanism."

"Yeah." Ji Niao followed behind him, hearing something smashed the glass outside, and then began to knock on the door.

This is a very wonderful experience. In a closed villa, there are dangers everywhere outside, but Song Hang is surrounded by beauties.He felt that Zhiniao's hand was gripping him even tighter, his body trembling slightly, with tears in his eyes, he asked him nervously: "Are they here? They are here to catch me."

Song Hang could recognize the emotion contained in those charming eyes, they were really talking eyes, begging him over and over again not to abandon him, not to let him go.

A certain part of his heart seemed to be satisfied, he firmly stroked Zhidiao's soft hair, and told him: "Don't be afraid, I will take you away." He is awesome, isn't he?

Turning his head, a faint smile played on his lips.

Climbing down the ladder is a narrow path without lights.The more you go out, the more you can smell the smell of soil from the top of your head, the smell of wet soil.

Zhi Niao still didn't dare to let go, and moved forward following Song Hang's footsteps: "We locked the door, didn't we? I don't quite remember."

It's a pity that he can only rely on him now.Song Hang thought, if he told Zhiniao that he forgot to lock it, would he fall into a convulsion immediately?

It's very interesting to think about it. He feels that he has found a pretty good pet again. Compared with the previous ones, the beautiful sacrificial pets can bring him a completely different sense of pleasure.At that time, he should have done the same thing to his sister, but because of the surviving "sibling relationship", he really let her go, but he didn't participate in it.

Song Hang squinted at Zhiniao. This man was still wearing the sacrificial clothes, but not the full set. The full set looked a lot more solemn, and now it was just the outermost single clothes.Wearing simple clothes and walking in the cold underground passage in the middle of the night, his skin was also infected with the coolness, and the lips trembling slightly due to the cold looked attractive, and he really wanted to taste it.

Then it's decided, before putting on the mask for him, you must remember to kiss him first.

Sacrifice will not come true anyway.

On this point, Song Hang saw more openly. On the night of his sister's death, he saw clearly this group of ignorant people.The appearance of them gathering a crowd to execute a person was more pathological than his hidden lunatic, that is, since then, he no longer wears the mask used to pretend to be a well-behaved and obedient boy.

Seeing the gate of the underworld opened and closed so many times, and still holding the ceremony of creating suffering without repentance, these sinners deserve to die and not live in peace.

Song Hang never did this. He was so bad that he was much more magnanimous than that group of people. At least he never said one thing and did another—it was clearly murder, and he pretended to be devout and respectful in his heart.

What is the picture?

I can't hear the pain of others, I just want to feel at ease.

Song Hang sneered, the voice that was accidentally exposed was particularly harsh in the dead silent underground passage, Zhitiao was a little dazed, and asked him softly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just thought, they haven't caught up yet."

Ji Niao approached him again, tightly hugging Song Hang's right arm.Through the two layers of thin and light clothing, Song Hang could feel the curve of the chest and abdomen muscles of the person behind him.

Thinking about it, he secretly reached out and grabbed a handful, and the people around him gasped softly when they heard it, and looked at him quite aggrievedly, his eyes were like those of an elf wandering in the mountains: "I didn't see it, I have some clues." He casually joked, The passage was dim, and Song Hang couldn't see whether the man was blushing or not.

There must be, after all, after he finished speaking, Zhitiao gently put his head on his shoulder as if he had been bullied.

That's it, just trust him more and more.

Just at this time, another group of people's voices came from behind: "They must have come here!" At the right time, Song Hang slightly tilted his head, just in time to meet Shangzhi Bird's eyes.

What beautiful eyes, full of attachment to him and fear of death.Those rich emotions come together like a blooming flower, and they make him more beautiful.

It's too bad, Song Hang felt that he was about to fall in love with him.

But it's really a pity that his love can only last until the death of this person.

Maybe it will be a little longer, maybe, just for this face and his beautiful eyes, for a long time, just thinking about it can be enough, and it is really difficult to find another one.

He was worried that after killing this person, he would be in a sage state for a long time.It's like eating a delicious meal, and then looking at the porridge and side dishes, the wood tastes waxy and hard to swallow.

"There is a fork in the road ahead." When he reached a certain place, Song Hang suddenly said to Zhiniao, "It's dark here, and it's in the middle of the road. If you hide here, no one will find you." After speaking, he stretched out his hand Pushed aside.

As is often the case in movies, one of Song Hang's most proud masterpieces, the wall that looks like mud rotates like a fan blade, revealing a small empty room.

"Let's hide in." After saying that, he ran in with Zhitiao.

The mechanism returned to its original appearance, Zhiniao sat on his knees, gently hugged Song Hang's calf, and listened to the sound of footsteps approaching and moving away from the wall: "We..." Are we safe?

Before he finished speaking, Song Hang covered his mouth and nose: "Shh."

Jidori nodded and said no more.

The two hugged each other like this, like a married couple in distress in the doomsday.

drawbridge effect.

Song Hang hugged Zhi Niao tightly, feeling the other party trembling in his arms like a small animal, and quietly inserted his hands into his lapel.He assured that when he was doing these things, Zhitiao absolutely froze for a moment.

It didn't take long, however, to relax again.

In the darkness, he felt the hand that had held him in the car before, hesitated for a while, and finally rested on his hand, pulling himself along his cold skin like encouragement.

The man leaned his head on his shoulder, as if seductive, and made a sound that Song Hang could not refuse.

He said "thank you" to her, more like a ghost in Liaozhai who repayed his favor. In a trance, Song Hang remembered the side face he saw in the car next to the street lamp. This man was born with the word "Aventure". Together, it made him unable to hold back no matter what.

Maybe it would be more interesting if you eat it here and then throw it away?

The fish biting the hook is still imagining boldly at this moment.

But it doesn't matter, Zhitiao is also to satisfy him once, isn't the joy before the destruction more worth cherishing and reminiscing about?

It seemed to be raining a little outside, and the air became humid.

Song Hang didn't care, he wanted to snatch what he wanted from Zhitiao.So far, Zhiniao smiled sarcastically, but it's too dark here, no one can see anyone: "Don't." The sweetness has been given enough, "I'm afraid, wait until we leave, okay?"

"We can definitely leave." The hand that pushed against his chest was still tense, just like the tense nerves of the person in front of him.

Song Hang thought, he should play the role of warmth now, being too hasty would ruin the artistic conception.So he gave up the strategy of pressing every step of the way, and hugged this person pitifully: "Yes, I will." It was a good show.

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