While the dream is in progress [unlimited]

[Okay, I admit it, I just came to see the yellow. ]

[What did that person say he was going to do?How to treat Yin He?Where did you treat Yin He?The progress bar is full when you come up? ]

[Speechless, I brushed my mental strength to learn, why did I start pornography? ]

[Then don't look]

[Oh, I was too excited to press send, and there is still a sentence that has not been sent.Hurry up, don't talk nonsense, fast forward, go directly to the last step. ]

The audience managed to appease their dirty hearts and severely condemned their dirty thoughts. Sure enough, there is yellowness in people's hearts, and everything they see is colored.

But Nightingale's straightforward words were like pouring a handful of oil on their heads, rekindling the flames they had just extinguished.

Even if the sky is falling today, it is still doing pornography.

Yin He in the screen said "Oh?", as if very interested: "How do you treat it? Please elaborate."

"The live broadcast angle is on you?" Nightingale said.

Yin He: "How come, I'm just an E-rank."

Nightingale entered the low-level world illegally and could not receive normal message reminders.But Yin He enters the world as a normal player, and the world will transmit messages regularly.

Just like now, Yin He knows that he is on the VIP list and is being stared at by tens of thousands of people.But Nightingale didn't know.

Seeing Yin He's obvious cliché, Nightingale sensed something was wrong.Since Yin He is pretending to be stupid, he will accompany him.

The sharp gaze of a falcon scanned for a week, and looked ahead casually. In a blink of an eye, after he turned around, he saw the wall on the left.

This angle happened to be the angle of the live broadcast. In the eyes of the audience, Nightingale seemed to be looking at them at close range.

The immersive sound effect made them feel cold all over, as if the demon Nightingale was in front of their eyes at close range.

Nightingale slowly looked away, stood up leisurely, and unbuttoned her buttons slowly.

At this time, the audience's minds are filled with only the screen - my grass.

Nightingale only opened a few buttons, and the screen was covered with layers of mosaics.

In addition, he deliberately covered Yin He's side, and the mosaic blurred Yin He by the way.

[?Do you dare to spend my energy to see the mosaic? ]

[If you have something to say, can you put your clothes on?Although he didn't know that I was watching the live broadcast, I couldn't help being afraid when I thought that I had seen his mosaic images. ]

[Is it true that only calling his name will be recorded in the small book? ?Looking at his mosaic picture, he should not be remembered! ]

"Shut up your little thoughts. I said I won't kill you for the time being, so I really won't kill you." Nightingale spoke slowly, "But your previous two slaps made me really unhappy."

Yin He smiled softly: "You don't kill me, you just use me to get core items. You don't have to act like you're kind to me."

Nightingale was curious: "You always speak this barbed?"

"That's not true. Just seeing you, I can't help but speak with thorns." Yin He said warmly, "I don't talk like this with others."

Nightingale looked at Yin He for a while, her appearance was indeed charming and pitiful.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Ying's right hand appeared again with silver and white star mist, and the silver armor glove wrapped his right hand.

Then, he stretched out his index finger, hooked the edge and pulled it down easily.

Nightingale said, "That should indeed be punished."

The cold and hard texture of the metal is close, and the ice pricks the skin to raise tiny goosebumps.

He knew that Nightingale would never stop because of the live broadcast.

Even though the hatred and anger in his heart made him want to kill the other party on the spot to vent his hatred, he still remained calm.

The current him is not enough to confront Nightingale head-on, so he bears it.

Nightingale said that punishment was real punishment, and he clapped rhythmically with his hands wearing silver armor gloves, the force was definitely not light.

The arc of the round tip bounces with the bad behavior of the nightingale.

It's a pity that he was wearing gloves and couldn't feel the feel of them.

Yin He buried his head in the quilt the whole time, and silently recited the number of times in his heart.The shame that Nightingale brought to him today, he will repay a hundred times and a thousand times.

Nightingale's revenge was merciless.

Yin He's skin was so delicate that it couldn't stand such torture at all, and it didn't take long for it to become ferocious and even slightly swollen.

This is a very patient person.thought Nightingale.

It's a pity that the scheming is too deep, and I'm probably counting the number of times in my heart at this moment, secretly planning to carry out a revenge plan against him someday in the future.

Nightingale looked down, and there was a rose-red mark on the tip, which was scratched vigorously by him just now.

It seemed a bit broken, but he actually smiled when he looked at it.

Stretching out his fingertips and twisting, he felt Yin He's muscles stiffen due to pain as he wished.

Immediately, he pressed heavily on the wound again.

Nightingale asked, "Does it hurt?"

Yin He bit his lower lip and remained silent.

It hurts, of course it hurts.

If Nightingale still touched it with his armored hand, he would get used to the coldness instead.

But Nightingale took off the gloves and pressed them with her fingers.

Press the wound with metal, no matter how painful it is, and Yin He is already familiar with this kind of touch.

Touching the wound with the skin will only cause more and more intense pain.

Besides, people are "alive", while metal is "dead".

Living things know better than dead things, how to make the other party suffer more.

Nightingale asked again, "Are you happy?"

Yin He's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his life value did not change, but his physical strength was dropping wildly.

Nightingale was clearly repeating what he asked the day he slapped Nightingale.

At that time, Nightingale's answer was "no pain" and "happy".

Yin He refused to answer what Ye Ying wanted to hear.

There were some blood stains on the bed, which were pricked by Yin He with a fruit knife just now. The wound was not deep, and the bleeding did not continue before.

But at this moment, in order to keep himself awake and rational, and to ignore the tingling and secret feeling behind him, Yin He chose to cover it with more intense pain.

Yin He pierced his wound with his bare hands, blood was slowly oozing from the palm of his hand.

The blood made Nightingale more interested. Compared with the blood, what made him more happy was the existence of the other party.

This person is not afraid of him, which has already surprised him.

He couldn't tell where the excitement at this moment came from, and he couldn't express it, so he could only vent his inner turmoil through the crisp sound of his palms.

"What's your name?"

"Don't you know?"

Yin He called Nightingale's name more than once, and there should have been news from Nightingale's side.

"Oh, I forgot to bring my notebook."

Nightingale could only know where someone mentioned her and what she said at the moment, but she didn't know the other party's identity information.

If you want to determine the identity information of the other party, you have to look at the records in the notebook.

He asked again, "What's your name?"

Yin He took a deep breath, and Nightingale just picked one place for those few blows.

He felt his skin was on fire, hot as if he had been sprinkled with salt.

Yin He gritted his teeth: "I call you Dad."

Nightingale raised her eyebrows: "Alright son, Dad will continue to teach you a lesson."

"..."

"I will kill you."

Nightingale's fingertips carelessly rubbed the wound repeatedly. This strange pain made Yin He feel a surge of hatred.

Nightingale: "You want to kill your father?"

"Unfilial."

"It should be punished."

Yin He was glad that his life was not lost, but he lost his physical strength uncontrollably, and he felt a sense of suffocation because he couldn't breathe.

He closed his eyes, as if accepting the plainness of reality: "I won't let you go."

"Interesting, I've always said this kind of threat to others, but it's the first time someone said it to me." Nightingale seemed to be tired, and stretched her wrist, temporarily letting Yin He rest for a while, pretending to be frightened and apprehensive, "I'm so scared."

The faked fear was extremely exaggerated, but it made people want to beat him up even more.

"However, you might as well worry about yourself."

Nightingale bent down and opened her teeth and bit down forcefully.

This was full of strong revenge and sternness, and it was the same as Yin He bit his palm just now.

Dark red tooth marks appeared on the side waist.

The epidermis was not bitten, but was congested due to broken capillaries.

"My dear son, I will not let you go now."

Yin He's jaw was shaking, he didn't know if it was pain or anger.

He swore that no matter what happened in the future, he would make Nightingale experience the same humiliation and pain as he did.

[Is this something I can watch for free? ]

[Damn it, I'm blushing for whoring for nothing.I quickly brushed up 100 mental power, otherwise I wouldn't feel at ease watching it.How about you family? ]

[I don’t treat us as outsiders anymore, and I can’t continue to be stingy, I’ll pay 1000! ]

[Local tycoon!Kneel down! ]

[Although we can only see a bunch of mosaics, it's so blurry that even a few people can't see it.But isn't this dialogue more exciting than the picture?I can guarantee that this audio will definitely go viral. ]

[Someone has already started editing, damn it, I must pay to subscribe! ]

[However, Yin He's words are too arrogant, a mere E-level, dare to talk nonsense about S-level.Black powder, must black powder. ]

[This brother is really fierce, 6666, so bold. ]

[Everyone add a black fan, so you won't get lost in the future. ]

[==It's funny, you are afraid that that person will retaliate against Yin He in the future, and then be imprisoned.So I added black fans to Yin He, you guys are really awesome. ]

[If you are capable, give Yin He a normal attention?You click, you are awesome]

[I dare not click, I am cowardly.I added black powder, hee hee]

Although they were happy to see Yin He and Nightingale fighting, they were also curious about the story behind the two.

After all, it can make Nightingale make such a special, different, and extraordinary punishment, and it can also explain Yin He's uniqueness in disguise.

But Yin He had always offended Nightingale, and they didn't dare to give Yin He the attention of a true fan.

What if Nightingale thinks that they became Yin He's supporters because they saw Nightingale's joke, and get revenge on them in a fit of anger?

They didn't want to have anything to do with Nightingale, even if it was only a one in ten thousand chance.

It's different if you click black fans to follow, black fans, it means I hate this person.In disguise, it showed that they were on Nightingale's side.

Assuming that Nightingale is really hostile to Yin He in the future, it's none of their business, they are just Yin He's sunspots.

Fans can be divided into true fans and black fans, and viewers can choose to follow according to their own wishes.

[Your performance just now brought a wonderful live broadcast effect, a large number of viewers flooded into the live broadcast room of your multiplayer section, and it has now risen to No.5 on the VIP push list]

【Please make persistent efforts】

make persistent efforts?

He wants to curse.

This is a double torture both mentally and physically.

But there are still people who have been challenging his bottom line.

This complex emotion turned into entangled hatred, tightly entangled Nightingale.

Nightingale pinched Yin He's chin, and looked at the pair of wet but slender eyes that contained killing intent.

Nightingale: "It's so beautiful."

Yin He's eyes were closed tightly. If possible, he wanted to block his ears, not even the voice of Nightingale.

He turned his head away, but his chin was pinched by Weiliang's fingertips, and he straightened it forcefully.

"The punishment is not over yet, my dear son."

Yin He couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you sick?"

Nightingale actually replied seriously: "Honey, I'm a virus."

"Of course the virus is sick."