[Online game] Shut up if you buy it for a dime

Mammon stood up, looked around condescendingly for a week, her eyes paused on Griffith who was lying on the ground in her underwear, and then she looked away calmly.

"Is this the result of your self-saving?"

Gymnasts walked down the stairs slowly and leisurely like gods.

Coming to Yalar with a sullen face, he suddenly pinched the latter's jaw, pulled it up, looked left and right, and then narrowed his eyes inexplicably.

Yalar clearly heard the creepy "cracking" sound from the cervical spine, and was almost twisted so that his neck shivered.

Grinning his teeth and cracking his mouth, he patted his big pliers with his hands, and the weather-beaten little prince who had just rescued himself was physically abused before he could shake himself—His Royal Highness Mammon’s thumb just hit Griffith One of the wounds slammed into...

I don't know if it was intentional TAT.Due to the dark shadows of the previous shooting training, Yalar still felt a little uncomfortable with Mammon. Even if he had the guts, he was determined not to go against Mammon, so he had to make a show of crying With an ugly smile, she flattered her and said, "Mamen, let me go, it hurts..."

The next second immediately felt the pressure on the jaw disappear.

Mammon let go of her hand calmly.

"..."

"..."

"That," Yalar tried to break the awkward silence, "how did you get down?"

At this time, Mammon was already squatting next to Griffith to check his situation. Unsurprisingly, the latter had passed out. Mammon was silent for a while, and finally made another facial expression of Yalar from " ==” turned into an action of “=口="—His Highness Mammon reached out and slapped Griffith twice forcefully on the face.

The voice was loud and crisp.

Yalaer felt that his cheeks were numb and hurt after watching it. =_,=

He touched his face subconsciously, and then felt that such a gesture was so stupid that it turned into scratching his face in embarrassment, and ended up scratching the wound——

Yalaer glanced at Mamen with a half-smile and half-smile with teary eyes, and Mamen asked back angrily, "Come down?"

……

half smile...

Grandma's claws are like hell, laughing, not, laughing...

Not thinking about the weirdness in Mammon's rhetorical question at all, at this moment, Yalaer devoted himself to a kind of rushing out of hell and being dragged back halfway through the threshold of the underworld—dead and resurrected.

Chihhhhhh~~~~~ After being killed in the usual way, shouldn't teammates be reunited with each other with enthusiasm and tears in their eyes?Why did all sorts of weird things happen to me?The black dog of Yalar turned his face away.

Just then, Griffith regained some consciousness with a groan.

"..." When he opened his eyes and saw clearly who was squatting next to him, Griffith closed his eyes again, trying to tell himself that this was a hallucination, a harmless person in a coma It's just a nightmare. ╮(╯▽╰)╭It's a pity.

The BOSS in the nightmare spoke, and the voice really formed a molecular vibration in the ear of this unlucky kid: "Griffith, you are really brave."

Griffith closed his eyes, looking at his nose, nose, and heart. He couldn't hear or know anything.

Mammon frowned, and slapped her twice neatly.

Yalar shrunk his neck and took two steps back.

It's hard for Griffith to scratch the wall and roll in all kinds of madness in pain, lying on the ground still motionless, playing the role of the underpants party's wretched and wretched corpse.

"Griffith, your communicator." Mammon pursed her lips and went straight to the point, but pushed Griffith brutally again while speaking.

"Reguis, why don't you speak well, do you have to do something?" Griffith couldn't pretend anymore, his eyes were open and his first sentence was an accusation.

Mammon raised her eyebrows: "You owe."

"..." Griffith raised his hand tremblingly, pointing feebly at the small bag in the distance, "Me and that woman Bell's are inside, why, you want to call the rescue team for us?"

"I want you to be eliminated." Mammon smiled softly and told the truth.

Griffith: "..."

Aral frantically dug out two communicators. After asking for the password, he was about to press the distress signal when he suddenly stopped and called Griffith.

Griffith's eyes lit up.

Yalar bit his lower lip and pinched the corner of his clothes: "You...would you like to put on your pants first?"

Griffith's eyes returned to calm==, and he replied sullenly: "No, I'm not afraid of embarrassment."

"No," Aral said, "Professor Martel said, don't hurt your companions. Although you were wrong first, it seems that I also caused physical harm to you."

Griffith was speechless.

Mammon nodded approvingly, showered Yalar with a praiseful look of "you have finally grown a brain", pulled Griffith's pants and threw them on him, and ordered in a cold voice: "Put it on."

As a semi-disabled person, Griffith complied with difficulty with tears in his eyes.

During this process, Mamen added from the side: "I have received the 'ghost' fragments in your hands. I will see the professors later, besides saying hello to me, I hope you can understand. As for the person upstairs who was drugged by you I've also been sending rescue signals for years—"

Aral was quite surprised—is there anyone upstairs?

After hearing what Mammon said, Griffith was happy: "It's just an ordinary sweat medicine, you know, it won't take two hours to wake up naturally—"

Mammon nodded: "But I sent out a rescue signal."

Yalar: "..."

Mamen didn't change his face: "No matter where you fail, the loser will be punished."

... What a "fair" "future police star", the corner of Yalar's mouth twitched, wanting to lift Mamen's clothes to see if there is black water oozing from his belly button.

Mammon snatched the communicator from Yalar's hand, threw it at Griffith, turned around and was about to leave, and pulled Yalar staggeringly.

Yalar was dragged up the stairs repeatedly, and his mouth was not idle: "Where's Bell?"

"fainted."

Yalar gasped: "Did you knock her out?... What did you use to beat her? Don't tell me you found a fire stick, it would kill people... No, you should take me to see it later. I'm relieved to see her, otherwise—"

Mammon stopped suddenly.

Aral was caught off guard and slammed into his back.

Howling and wailing, squatting down while clutching his nose, Yalarne's face was full of bullshit: "Why did you suddenly stop while walking?"

"To shut up."

"what?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"..."

"come over."

"..." Reluctantly moved over.

"I'll go down first, you try to climb down the raised fireplace, jump if you can't, I'll follow you." Mamen took out the wolf-eye flashlight that he carried with him, and shook it outside the big hole he kicked out. shaken.

Yalar stretched his head out, and saw a narrow tunnel leading directly below, and the exit was invisible. If it was a fireplace according to what Mammon said—— Yalar suddenly realized a very serious problem.

"...where are we?"

"In the fireplace."

"..." Yalar leaned back and swept again—it was about 4 meters above the ground, and the inside of the fireplace was very narrow, with only a few raised bricks for strength.

"By the way," Mammon fumbled in his pocket as if remembering something, and finally took out a fragment and shook it in front of Yalar. Yala caught the light of the wolf's eye flashlight, and then found Mamen The knuckles of his right finger were torn and bloodstained, so he grabbed the paw dangling in front of him: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"..." Mammon was helpless, "Focus on the key points?"

"What? (⊙o⊙)"

Mammon twitched her lips proudly: "I got 'Devil May Cry'."

"Didn't you snatch it from 'Bell'?... You knocked her out? You even beat her to the point where the bones of her hand were worn out, oh my god, how much strength did you use?!"

"...that's 'ghost'."

"⊙o⊙?"

"This is 'Devil May Cry', I got it from the wall behind the mural above the fireplace," Mammon put the fragments away after finishing speaking, and put the wolf-eye flashlight into Yalar's hand, "We The "I" with Cain as the master on the card is actually the knife on the painting. I opened the wall and looked at it, and it was empty, except for a knife and a mechanical device—this is The reason why the eyes of the portrait move." Mamen explained that the man followed and took two steps back, kicking the hole in the door to make it bigger, then turned his back, and without using any tools, he nimbly used the On the edge of the steps, I reached the ground in about 2 minutes, then looked up, Yalaer quickly moved the beam of the flashlight away, and Mamen nodded impatiently from below: "Come down."

Aral leaned on the door frame through the hole: "That..."

"What?" "Actually, you didn't have to kick the door so bad just now." Yalar's figure disappeared, and after a creak, he reappeared on the door frame. "Look, you can just open the door directly from the inside..."

Mammon: "=="

Yalar: "..."

Mammon: "Are you going to get down or not?"

Yalar: "Down...down." Quickly turned off the light and put it in the pocket of his trousers. In the darkness, Yalar turned his back. After thinking about it, it seemed that it was not easy to relay the steps, so he grabbed Mammon and kicked out. edge of the hole, the body lowered—

"Meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

Amidst the screams, Mamen down below was so frightened that she quickly turned on the flashlight, and at the same time her eyes were clear, Mamen felt a vein popping out on her forehead—"Are you a pig?"

Above the head, because the door was not closed, Yalar grabbed it and opened it with force. Although the fireplace is relatively narrow, the door frame is at the inward position of the steps. In other words, the door frame cannot be stuck somewhere. Therefore, at this moment, Yalar is hanging in the air, swinging back and forth with the free swing of the door frame, so the possibility of him getting down along the fireplace by himself is almost zero. .

Mammon sighed silently and opened her arms: "Jump down."

"TAT, are you kidding me, so tall?!" Yalar's voice seemed tense and uneasy because of being hung.

"Jump, I said I can catch you—" the ending sound disappeared in the huge impact, "Pa—" With the sound of the flashlight falling to the ground, the back hit the fireplace heavily, Mammon Let out a muffled grunt, a fishy sweetness in the throat.

……

Yalaer still hugged Mammon tightly.

Mamen leaned against the fireplace wall, took a breath, and said hoarsely, depressed: "Can't you say hello first when you jump down?"

Yalaer buried his head in Mammon's clothes, and said sullenly and aggrievedly: "You made me dance. Courage is a momentary thing, and it's gone after a while." The faint light of the flashlight on the ground was particularly bright in the half-dark fireplace.

Mamen's heart moved, and then she lowered her eyes: "That's true—"

"What is-

Aral was pushed away from the man's arms and pushed against the fireplace wall, and then a tall figure followed——

The remaining words were swallowed between another unfamiliar lip.

"En, er—?"

There was a warm touch from the cold lips, and the dexterous tongue aggressively opened the jaws with a faint smell of tobacco. The owner was astonished and had no time to resist. When the lips and teeth intersected, the intruder groped every corner carefully like a patrol. corner--

After gasping for breath, Yalar found himself pressed tightly against the wall of the fireplace, and there was no time to be shy—because he was going to suffocate =口=.

He stretched out his hand and patted the man who was still biting him happily——no response.

Instead of choking the neck——

loose.

The liberated Yalar pushed open the mammon door, bursting out of human potential at this moment, climbing out of the fireplace with unusually sensitive hands and feet, leaning on the sofa to pant.

Mammon followed closely behind out of the fireplace.

Yalar looked at Mamen, Baozi blushed, and pointed at the man who was dusting his body with trembling fingers——

Mamen raised her head and saw that Baozi was trembling and her lips were gnawed so that the color changed from light pink to reddish and slightly swollen. There seemed to be some body fluid on it that hadn't been wiped off in time. She felt relieved in vain, and finally endured Can't stop squinting and showing a real smile——

"disinfect."