Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Before Song Xi could react while supporting his belly, Qiao Zizhen pushed him onto the chair and tied him tightly with a rope, even his hands.

"..." What is this playing?Sand sculpture-style bundle ♂ tie ♂ Play?

Song Xi moved, but couldn't break free at all, and the other party didn't want to explain. He went his own way and wrapped the rope around the leg of the chair.

He swallowed, ready to pee, "I...I want to pee."

Qiao Zi was really distressed, and kept tying knots with his hands, "But, what should I do after I've tied it up? Ah, or... just pee like this."

Song Xi choked suddenly: "Ahem!"

Qiao Zizhen clapped his hands and stood up. Like a treasure chest, he conjured up a pair of jeans, picked them up and waved them in front of Song Xi's eyes, "There are a lot of pants, I don't dislike you."

It is justifiable and irrefutable.

Perverted thinking is very understandable, Song Xi is completely shooting himself in the foot, and suddenly feels that he can hold back any longer, giggling twice to pretend to be confused.

But Qiao Zi really didn't allow it, and he had to do what he promised, "Come on." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and was about to pick up Song Xi's pants.

Song Xi trembled in fright, and the remaining habits of the original body could not be restrained from being revealed, as if the valve had been opened, and the saliva could not stop flowing.

Qiao Zi was so funny, he stopped laughing and put his pants away to wipe his mouth, "Little fool, you are really hard to serve."

Song Xi couldn't help but close his eyes, his shameful face turned red and white back and forth, and if he couldn't be beaten, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he changed to another.

"System, if I don't complain to you when I go back this time, my surname will not be Song!"

The system that is leisurely picking potato chips: "Clam?" What does this have to do with it?

Song Xi's face suddenly turned cold, he opened his eyes, Qiao Zizhen's hands were covered with blood-red liquid, smeared on his face, and a drop fell on the corner of Song Xi's lips, with a sweet and greasy taste, he subconsciously Lick|was|lick, jam, strawberry flavor, but the color is very realistic, like blood.

Qiao Zizhen painted it extremely seriously, like treating a work of art. After just a few minutes, if you don't look closely, Song Xi will be covered in blood as if he had just been fatally wounded, which is a bit scary.

Song Xi had come to think of it, "The Best Actor Qiao" was addicted to the show, and was about to start acting like a monster.

Qiao Zi really wiped his hands slowly, and said in a threatening tone, "Be good later, don't make trouble."

Song Xi: "..."

Now he is tied up like a silkworm baby, why is he making trouble, using his mouth?

As soon as the thought changed, Qiao Zizhen cleared his throat and screamed loudly, full of fear.

There was a noise outside the house, a group of people rushed over, opened the door and saw Song Xi who was facing away from them, covered in blood, and looked again, Qiao Zizhen was leaning on the bed in fear, her hair was messy, she couldn't even put on her shoes, she looked like she had just fallen asleep Awake.

A group of people huddled at the door, hesitating and wondering whether they should go in or not. Gu Chen, the leading man, was the first to recover, and asked with a frown, "What's going on?"

Qiao Zizhen's lips trembled, and he spoke intermittently, sounding terrified, "I, I don't know, I just squinted for a while, and I saw him...he..."

Gu Chen couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted: "Did you see what did it?"

Qiao Zi really bowed his head, not daring to speak loudly: "...No."

After finishing speaking, he timidly raised his head and glanced at the crowd, then quickly lowered his head, "I, my name is Yang Yang, he ignored me, I was afraid of him, I... I dare not look."

Song Xi was tied to a chair and could not move at all. He was sore and stiff, and looked at the tip of his shoe boredly: What are you afraid of? Is it because I am not completely dead?

Gu Chen thought for a moment, then waved his hand: "Go ahead and have a look."

As the male lead, he has no leadership ability. As soon as he spoke, everyone followed into the house. When the last person stepped on the threshold, there was a "bang", and the door closed automatically. Almost everyone was scared jumped.

"Grass! What the hell?" The muscular man turned around and twisted the doorknob. He broke it several times, but remained motionless.

He kicked the door and spat: "Damn!"

The heroine Gu Banxue calmly analyzed: "It should have triggered the death rule, and now I can't get out."

The muscular man and his girlfriend entered the dungeon for the first time, and they didn't understand any rules, so they asked with a dark face, "Then how do we get out?"

Gu Banxue: "Dead."

The muscular man's little girlfriend exclaimed: "What? A dead person? No way!"

Gu Chen took over the conversation and continued to explain: "There is a very small chance in the dungeon that the death rule will be forced to be triggered, but the trigger time is one hour, and it is stipulated that the boss can only kill one person during this period, so the only way to crack it is to One dies."

"And what if no one died during this period?"

Gu Chen's expression was serious, his brows were tightly furrowed: "Then the boss will randomly pick someone and kill him."

The muscular man and his little girlfriend gasped, and the air in the room became heavy.

Gu Chenjin has too many dungeons, so he still has this point of concentration, but what makes him really uneasy is that from the beginning to the end, no one knows who the boss of this dungeon is, except for gamers, there is no one who appeared in it. an npc.

The devil may be watching from an unknown corner, but they can only struggle and cry in the drawn circle like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The atmosphere of fear slowly condensed, floating in the room, hitting people's hearts heavily.

The muscular man was the first to lose his temper, and said in a rough|rough voice: "What kind of bullshit Boss has never appeared before, what if it is a chicken rib? Let's kill him by hand!"

His voice fell, and he was not affirmed by his companions. Everyone showed contempt for him, even his girlfriend was embarrassed.

"In this kind of world that cannot be estimated by common sense, apart from finding specific props or rules, the power of bosses is very powerful. Life and death are but a moment." Gu Chen explained lightly, looking around, hoping to be able to Find a little bit of clues.

Song Xi on the background board was tired from sitting, and sighed, why didn't Qiao Xijing start to perform, ah, I am so tired, I want to change my posture!

"Qiao Xijing" seemed to have heard the cry in his heart, moved slowly, and walked to the side of the crowd. Although his voice was extremely weak, it could not be ignored: "Then what should we do now? We can only stand like this and wait for the boss to randomly Pick someone, and then randomly..."

It has to be said that Qiao Zizhen is really good at capturing the fear of others and magnifying it infinitely.

The group of people felt heavy and heavy at what he said, and began to estimate in their minds, like an uncertain probability question, there are only two choices, yes or no, either they die themselves, or others die.

In the dead silence, it was suddenly broken by a male voice: "That idiot, is he still alive? If he is still alive..."

It's a muscular man, and everyone looked at him, as if they were relieved again.

They can all understand the meaning of muscular man, but this bad guy must not be his own, no, there is an early bird.

After all, Gu Banxue was a girl, her heart softened, and she vetoed: "No, is a fool not a human being? Why do you make decisions for others?"

The muscular man was choked, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "What do fools know? They don't understand anything while alive. Besides, according to what you said, there are many dangers in this world. He might die one day, but he lives anyway. Until the dungeon is released, it might be a relief for him to die now?"

The muscular man spoke clearly and logically, covering his hypocritical and selfish face with a good-for-him expression.

What surprised Gu Banxue even more was that among so many people, no one refuted him, like a silent acquiescence, even Gu Chen...

Gu Banxue suppressed the coolness in her heart, kept her face hidden, and continued to prick her muscles | Muscular man: "Sounds so nice, why don't you go to die? Anyway, maybe you won't live long."

"You!" The muscular man was extremely angry, his eyes dodged, he wanted to curse, but he felt guilty.

The atmosphere over there was deadlocked, but Song Xi who was not far away was in a daze.

He was still watching the cartoon that the system found for him in his mind just now, why did this fire suddenly burn on him?

The system gloated, and the potato chips clicked: "There is a devil in the front, and there are teammates in the back. You are gone with mental retardation."

Ever since Song Xi took over the character set of this little fool, the system has been fond of the term mentally handicapped, and it feels uncomfortable if it doesn't scream twice.

"..."

Song Xi has nothing to say, he also sees the thoughts of these people in different ways, in fact, many people are like this, their own interests come first, when they are threatened, they will give up the most important person in the team in order to protect themselves. Useless person.

The original body is stupid, doesn't understand anything, can't help anything, and naturally won't notice the malice from his teammates. He is the best choice. In the original plot, if he doesn't die in the hands of the devil, he will die One day in the future, he will die directly or indirectly at the hands of someone.

Fortunately, human nature has not been completely wiped out. Among the few evil spirits, there will always be a person with a kind heart.

Song Xi moved his numb legs lightly, not worried at all, since Qiao Zi really used him as bait, he would not be the one chosen in this game, at least for now.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and everyone present hoped that time would freeze. However, the devil had already hung the knife above his head, waiting for the opportunity to move.

— with a click.

A doll appeared out of nowhere, fell from mid-air, was smashed to pieces, and rolled into the middle of the crowd.

With a fixed eye, the doll's face was cracked, a crack spread from the forehead to the corner of the mouth, and the familiar and terrifying smiling face was constantly playing in everyone's mind.

"Ah!" The muscular man's girlfriend couldn't hold back anymore, she hugged her head and screamed, her voice was like a needle, sharp and piercing.

The muscular man didn't bother to comfort her, panic slowly welled up from his heart and spread to his eyes, and the sound of him swallowing saliva sounded in the air, "Did the devil already warn us?"

No one answered.

"No, you can't just sit and wait like this..." The muscular man muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on Song Xi, whose back was facing them, he gritted his teeth, and walked towards him.

Gu Banxue mentioned it heartily, and trotted over to stop him, with sharp eyes: "Liang Ping, what do you want to do!"

Liang Ping stared at her viciously: "Get out!"

Gu Banxue gritted her teeth, "No way!"

Liang Ping is engaged in fitness, and he has a lot of strength. With his hands, he easily pushed the person back and cursed: "Get out! Gu Banxue, is there something wrong with your mother? Maybe I'm going to die , still be your dog|fart saint?"

Gu Banxue was pushed until she almost fell, Gu Chen stepped over to support her, and shook his head slightly at her.

Gu Banxue's heart turned cold, and she asked in disbelief: "Gu Chen, you think so too, don't you?"

Gu Chen was silent for a while, with a helpless expression on his face: "Banxue, we didn't choose this matter..."

"I bother!"

Gu Banxue pushed him away, looked around, everyone looked at indifferently, then looked at Gu Chen, she seemed to suddenly not recognize this companion who walked along the way.

She closed her eyes, opened them, suppressed the disappointment in her eyes, clenched her fingers so tightly that she trembled, and said word by word: "From the moment I entered the first copy, I knew that I was risking life and death on the knife's edge, and I don't care what the future holds." , who is not afraid of death? I am also afraid of death, but I only hope that I can live with a clear conscience!"

Gu Chen froze, and wanted to reach out to pull her: "Banxue..."

Gu Banxue didn't even give him a look, and strode over to stop Liang Ping again, and Qiao Zizhen, who didn't make a sound, trotted over after him.

Liang Ping was about to touch Song Xi, he clenched his hand slightly into a fist, and stretched out towards Song Xi's neck without hesitation, he still had a pulse, as long as he squeezed with all his strength, he would avoid death in a short time threat.

The idiot lost so much blood, he wouldn't live long anyway, he just moved the time a little earlier.

He kept comforting himself in his heart, and he didn't pay attention at all. If you look closely at the color of the blood on Song Xi's neck, you will find something abnormal, and you can even smell a faint strawberry fragrance when you get close.

Song Xi really had [-] alpacas running past in his heart, why do these people love to choke their necks?Can't we change to a more peaceful way of death?

Putting his hands around his neck, Song Xi's heart skipped a beat, and he wasn't sure if Qiao Zi would really protect him. The feeling of suffocation was too uncomfortable, and he didn't want to experience it again.

Slowly tightening the hands around the neck, Gu Banxue ran over anxiously, desperately reaching out to grab Liang Ping's wrist.

Liang Ping was determined to be this villain, no matter how hard she pinched him, he would not move at all, and his fingers tightened suddenly.

Song Xi was caught off guard, and a whoosh came out of his throat, and his Adam's apple hurt.

No one noticed, but Qiao Zizhen who rushed over had his head buried, blood red flashed in his eyes, and a storm was brewing.

Gu Banxue was so angry that she cursed, and raised her leg to kick Liang Ping's key parts, "Let go, you fucking let go!"

"Ah!" Liang Ping yelled in pain, and let go of his hands to cover his lower body. Gu Banxue's kick was not light, and no matter how strong a person was, it would hurt him to death.

His face was blood red, and sweat dripped down one by one. He was just about to swear, when there were a few thuds that seemed to be the sound of a heartbeat, and the room suddenly fell into darkness. Everyone's eyes seemed to be covered with a black cloth, which was so dull and frightening.

Screams rang out in the room, and Liang Ping's girlfriend tremblingly said, "Yes...is the light broken?"

"It was just daytime."

I don't know who said this sentence, everyone held their breath, and their whole body was on guard.

The devil is picking his prey.

A depressive atmosphere enveloped the cramped room, and the sound of the heartbeat became heavier and heavier, mixed with one's own and others'.

Everyone was trying to reduce their sense of existence, Liang Ping lay on the ground, his breathing slowly changed from heavy and rapid to weak and gentle.

If other people's hearts are about to jump out, then Song Xi's current state is that his heart is bouncing back and forth.

In the darkness, a pair of hands gently caressed his neck back and forth, Qiao Zi really lowered his voice, as if wiping his ears: "Little fool, does it hurt?"

Song Xi couldn't speak, his throat was burning, and there should be marks on his neck.

He wanted to slap himself right now. What kind of madness had caused him to recognize Qiao Zi as Wu Bei? They were two completely different people.

There was a sigh in the air, the surroundings returned to calm, and the sound disappeared, as if a barrier separated Song Xi from the others. Song Xi closed his eyes, and the rope on his body fell off in an instant, blood slowly circulated, and his stiff and limp body could not be controlled , fell forward limply, and crashed into a warm embrace.

"Little fool." Qiao Zizhen hugged him, grabbed Song Xi's hand and put it on his chest, and asked softly, "Do you feel it?"

Song Xi shrank his hands. Under his warm palms, except for the firm muscles, he couldn't feel a beat, and it was as dead as a pool of stagnant water.

Qiao Zi really didn't have a heartbeat.

He wanted to take back his hand, but the other party grabbed and pressed down hard, as if he wanted to rub Song Xi's hand into his heart. Qiao Zizhen's voice was above his head, a little ethereal: "Little fool, call again."

You let me call me?

Song Xi hummed, and said twice perfunctorily: "Ah."

System: "..." How cowardly.

Qiao Zizhen chuckled and shook his head: "That's not the case."

That's a lot to ask for.

Song Xi didn't want to scream anymore, and pretended to be stupid, anyway, he couldn't understand anything now.

In the darkness, Qiao Zizhen pulled out a hand, just about to put it on the little fool's neck, when he saw the purple-red strangle mark, he frowned slightly, thought about it, finally put down his hand, and changed it.

Song Xi was still wondering why he hadn't moved for so long, his back suddenly felt cold, and his cold palm ran down the back of his neck and his clothes slid onto his back, as if someone had thrown an ice cube on his back.

"Hiss!" Song Xi was yelled by the ice, almost swearing a series of obscenities, and shrunk down.

Shrunk to mid-air, Qiao Zizhen lifted him up again, and asked him in a dangerous voice: "Did you feel it?"

"No." As soon as it jumped to the throat, Song Xi suddenly stopped in place, and subconsciously pressed down with his palm.

Bang-bang-bang.

Under the palm of the hand, the original stagnant water seemed to be re-injected with fresh blood, beating clearly and powerfully. The warmth and agitation spread from the heart to Song Xi's palm.

His heart was beating fast.

Qiao Zizhen repeated again: "Did you feel it?"

Song Xi let go of his hand and lowered it. This time the man didn't forcefully grab his hand anymore, but just hugged him face to face, buried his head in his ear, and smiled softly: "Little fool, you have to take responsibility."

Song Xi: "...?"

Qiao Zizhen's voice was distressed and puzzled: "The last time my heart beat was when I was alive, but this time, there was no warning at all."

His voice became lower and lower: "little fool, my heart is beating for you."

Song Xi frowned, what does this man want to do?Alternative means of touching porcelain?

The numb feet had already recovered, and he reached out to push the man who was about to stick to him. After pushing twice, there was no movement.

After such a stalemate for a while, when Song Xi was about to kick him, the man raised his head and held his face, and the red light flashed quickly in front of Song Xi's eyes.

Before he could catch anything, the breath suddenly came to his ears, and the two cold petals accurately caught the corners of his lips, rubbed and rubbed lightly.

In an instant, a string broke in Song Xi's heart, and he was in a trance. He didn't reach out to push away the evil king in front of him. .

so familiar...

The name suppressed in the bottom of my heart rushed to Song Xi's mouth uncontrollably, moving slightly, unable to make a sound.

Qiao Zizhen pressed against him until the warm liquid rolled down to the tip of his nose. He subconsciously wiped away the little fool's tears, and said with a tenderness that he hadn't noticed before: "Little fool, why are you crying?"

Did he cry?

Song Xi raised his hand in a daze and touched the corner of his eyes. When he touched the wet|damp physiological saline, he really cried.

"System, is he Wu Bei?"

Song Xi was slapped in the face by himself, and the words he swore to deny before were instantly forgotten, and he asked the system affirmatively: "He is Wu Bei, right?"

Sudden palpitations in the heart can't fool anyone, nor can a familiar kiss.

The system neither denied nor admitted: "I don't know."

In fact, the answer had already been verified in his heart, but Song Xi couldn't believe it.

He changed the phrase and asked, "Is Wu Bei a tasker?"

The system did not hesitate: "No."

After finishing speaking, the system reminded twice: "I advise you not to have too many assumptions, even if there are similar data in the two worlds, it does not mean that they come from the same program. After all, you You experienced it when you first entered the world, didn’t you?”

Song Xi thought that when he first entered the world, he was almost strangled to death by Qiao Zizhen on the spot, his eyes flashed, and his mind turned rapidly.

The system continued: "Really? And just now, he used you as a bait, causing you to almost die again, did you forget?"

"System, did you do it on purpose?" Song Xi asked suddenly.

The system is stuck, and the emotional ups and downs cannot be heard in the mechanical voice: "What is intentional?"

What intention?That bunch of bullshit just now.

Song Xi sneered secretly in his heart, and replied casually: "It's nothing."

He is not a fool, feelings are not compared with data, no matter how the other party changes, the soul will not lie.

Song Xi can be sure that the other party has no memory of him at all. According to the original setting, Qiao Zizhen was originally the devil who was used by the dungeon as the executioner. Received.

However, understanding is not the same as forgiveness.

Song Xi thought of being choked as a bait, but still wanted to kick the other person's face hard, sorry!

Qiao Zi really got very close, poking the face of the dazed little fool curiously, "What are you thinking?"

He didn't have the slightest sense of shyness when he kissed someone else forcibly, the kiss before was completely instinctive.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Xi was so angry that his teeth itched, he gritted his back molars, and gnawed viciously at Qiao Zizhen's chin.

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