While the dream is in progress [unlimited]

The moment the words fell, Yin He noticed that Nightingale's breathing had become disordered, like a drowning person struggling before suffocating, it was too bad.

Yin He wasn't absolutely sure, he didn't know if the timing was right, but with Nightingale, he wanted to take a chance.

Even if the success rate is low.

The pleasure brought by conquering Nightingale is far better than clearing the advanced task world. Nightingale is a beast, and it is a beast that is difficult to tame.

If you want to win him, you need to step by step.

God gave him such an opportunity, the beast was in trouble, at this time the beast was the most vulnerable and the easiest to attack.

No animal trainer would give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so Yin He made a move.

He is waiting.

Yin He has already given the signal, and it is the other party's turn to respond.

He is waiting patiently.

After a while, Nightingale walked towards him, step by step, sound, regular and orderly, and the time interval was surprisingly consistent.

In the extreme darkness, it's like playing an alternative movement, depressing, morbid, and crazy.

Nightingale slowly bent down, staring at this exquisite face, the one that had confuse him many times.

Reason kept alerting him, sending out dangerous signals, warning him never to be fooled again.

But he went against his heart time and time again, made diametrically opposed choices, and repeatedly stepped into the same trap.

He was willing to be fooled.

Just like at the moment, he took the initiative to walk into the exquisite cage that Yin He personally woven for him.

He volunteered, he bowed his head, he surrendered.

Nightingale bent her knees. For the first time, her straight legs, which had never yielded to anyone, knelt on the ground in a humble posture.

Nightingale knelt on one knee and lowered her head slightly, which was a gesture of submission.

Yin He breathed a sigh of relief, this time he won the game.

From this moment on, Nightingale will completely belong to him, with a gesture of bowing his head.

Just as he was about to put down his raised leg, when his lower leg was hanging in the air, someone accurately pinched his ankle.

The cold and powerful breath engulfed him in an instant, and he was forced to hold his ankle and lift his calf at an extremely slow speed.

Yin He frowned, and wanted to put his legs down, but the opponent suddenly lost his strength, making him hard to guard against.

His foot stepped on Nightingale's knee, which was a dangerous movement.

Because he couldn't back up while sitting, and the ankle of one leg was shackled, he couldn't stand up.

He seemed to be firmly fixed on Nightingale's body, unable to move.

Yin He tried hard again, trying to pull his legs back, but during the struggle, his trouser legs were pushed to his knees.

A section of calf glowing with cold white light shows the fundus of the eyes, and the delicate skin of white porcelain faintly reveals the fragile and extended veins under the skin.

It seems that this piece of beautiful jade will be broken into pieces if one exerts force.

Fragile beauty.

Nightingale commented on Yin He in this way more than once, but this person definitely has nothing to do with fragility.

Yin He is tough, cunning, intelligent, and equally powerful.

The slender and slender legs were soft and beautiful. Nightingale stared at them for a moment, and bowed her head without hesitation.

The cold and moist touch was attached to it, and Yin He was still in shock, unable to believe what Nightingale was doing at this moment.

The movement of wanting to withdraw her legs had no practical effect, but instead aroused Nightingale's wild beast nature that was eager to move.

From simple kisses, to slow sucking, and then to nibbling.

Random actions alternated, and he seemed to be experiencing a blizzard.

He was trapped in the open field, letting the wind and snow hit him.

The chair legs rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, but they seemed to be unable to hear it.

The five fingers gradually clasped the armrest of the wooden chair, and the arm that had been numb from the recoil just now seemed to have regained consciousness, and was under the overwhelming current flow.

The hand at the ankle continued to climb, trapping Yin He here, on this small and dilapidated wooden chair.

He could even smell the decay above, as their souls rotted.

At this time, Yin He was a little confused, whether he conquered the beast or the beast imprisoned him.

Or maybe both.

"nightingale."

Yin He condensed all the complicated emotions into this trembling cry, even though he wanted to make himself look threatening and fierce, in the end he could only show that he was on the verge of danger.

He seemed to be walking on a cliff, and he would fall off the cliff at any time.

He stares at himself in bewilderment, imprisoned for his intrusion.

He warned himself viciously, but couldn't make a complete sentence, and could only helplessly call out his name.

Nightingale didn't like the "name", he thought it was a yoke, a chain, a cage, a prison.

It is the rules and regulations set for oneself, and it is the product of the imprisonment of the rules.

It was the first time he liked his own name.

It was also the first time he discovered that his name could sound so nice.

Nightingale unexpectedly discovered that having a name is something to be happy about.

In Nightingale's mind, she subconsciously recalled such a picture.The sky was blackened blues, and the rest was ice and snow.

Someone asked him what he liked.

At that time, Nightingale didn't know, and he didn't know how to answer, so he replied indifferently: "I just don't want the other party to die."

The other party asked again, what is love.

The fluttering snowflakes landed on Nightingale's shoulders. He lowered his head and glanced at it, then took it and held it in his palm. He couldn't wait for the snowflakes to melt for a long time.

He said: "Maybe it is willing to die for the other party."

No matter what the future holds, the current Nightingale does have such courage and determination, and he is willing to die for the person in front of him.

Because for beasts, aggression, possession and love often breed at the same time.

Nightingale had three broken ribs.

Restoration potions cannot be used in "Hunting Game", which means that he will have a broken body with three roots until the end of the game.

Nightingale wiped the corner of her mouth and said with a smile, "You are so cruel."

Yin He's cheeks were flushed, his slender eyebrows were full of color, and he gave Nightingale a slightly annoyed look.

I really thought it was full of deterrence, but in reality it only aroused people's desires.

Yin He could no longer see Nightingale's face. He looked away and frowned again when he saw the mess on the ground.

This is the first time he has troubled about the vision enhancement of advanced players.

"Why don't you wear pants?"

"roll."

Nightingale dared to mention this, seeing Nightingale walking towards him, Yin He ruthlessly threw the black pants in his hand.

Nightingale didn't dodge it, but caught the trousers that were thrown over her, and sniffed them frivolously on the tip of her nose.

Seeing Yin He's expression froze as he wished, turning red at an extremely fast speed, Nightingale curled the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.

"Is there no spare in the backpack?" Nightingale asked.

Yin He pushed away his approaching face, and said indifferently: "Who would have thought that some people would be so hungry, and who would have thought that some people would be so hungry and thirsty on me."

Nightingale was noncommittal, and followed Yin He's movements to pinch his wrist.The movements were gentle and gentle, playing with Yin He's fingers patiently.

He was extremely patient, stuck his fingers into his fingers one by one, and then clenched them tightly.

"My mistake," Nightingale admitted in a rare way, "I will pay attention next time."

Yin He frowned, next time?

Nightingale: "Next time, I will pay attention to bring your spare clothes."

Anger rushed up suddenly, Yin He wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't.So he stretched out his other hand and slapped Nightingale's cheek.

Nightingale didn't react too much, as if she was used to it, she just looked at the hand that had slapped Yin He and checked that the skin was not broken before letting go.

Yin He coldly warned: "Don't touch me in the future."

Nightingale obeyed: "No touch, no touch."

"Then let go of my hand."

"Didn't you say later? Now is now, and later is later."

Yin He took a deep breath, and had no choice but to bow down: "Your Excellency Nightingale, are you using your face to be number one on the list of villains?"

"Although I really want to cooperate with you in belittling me, but," Nightingale lowered her eyes and smiled, "The way you belittle me without wearing pants is really cute."

Who is to blame?Yin He wished to chop Nightingale into pieces. Nightingale had a lot of clothes in her backpack, so she was not afraid of getting dirty, but he didn't.

Moreover, the size of Nightingale's clothes was too big for him, and it didn't fit him well.

"Do you have clothes in a smaller size?" Yin He asked.

"No," Nightingale saw that Yin He's face was getting darker, and when he realized something was wrong, he quickly changed his words, "I'll look for it."

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Nightingale actually found a small piece of clothing, which seemed to have been picked up from a certain NPC a long time ago, and it had a certain defensive effect.

Yin He's buttons are almost finished, and he only needs to open two more buttons.The straight line of sight fell on his back, like a few needles that rolled over the fire and pricked his back, making it difficult for him to ignore it.

"Can you turn around?" Yin He asked with a good temper.

Nightingale sat there confidently, looking at Yin He openly: "This is called appreciation, my dear."

"I like to be admired," Yin He quite agreed, throwing the faded wrinkled shirt towards Nightingale's face, "but I don't like being harassed."

After Yin He changed his clothes, he started to clean up the ground again. The whole process was ridiculous. Why did he have to encounter such a thing?

She glared at Nightingale viciously, and Nightingale looked at her innocently, making Yin He think that Nightingale owed her even more.

Footsteps came from outside, and it was the voice of the wolf girl. Yin He blocked the entrance of the room first, and Nightingale quickened her men's movements to complete the cleaning quickly.

The wolf girl's eyes widened: "Why don't you let me in! I found this basement, and you still want to monopolize it?!"

Yin He explained: "No, Nightingale didn't wear any clothes, and you are still young, I'm afraid you may have the eye of a needle, so don't look at it."

"I'm old enough to be your mother," the wolf girl rolled her eyes, and was a little curious, "Did you see it? What's it like?"

This question is really...

Yin He turned his head subtly, and happened to meet Nightingale's chin, and Nightingale answered for him: "It's probably more than two meters in total."

Different from the perverse tone of the past, this time Nightingale was a little reserved.

The wolf girl raised her eyebrows, gossip and surprise flashed in her eyes.

Yin He smiled cooperatively: "Indeed. It's rare to see someone as tall as 1.99 meters like Your Excellency Nightingale."

The wolf girl didn't react immediately, but after seeing Yeying's slightly dark face, she suddenly tasted the deep meaning in Yin He's words.

Nightingale bit Yin He's ear as punishment: "You're really good."

Yin He was a little itchy, but he didn't escape, pretending not to understand: "Where did I say something wrong? Don't you have 1.99 meters? In my eyes, you have always been tall."

That is also impossible to a height of 1.99 meters.

This person is talking nonsense with his eyes open again, and using this deceptive face.

Nightingale smiled softly, and he hummed: "You're right."

The wolf girl held back her laughter at first, and was a little strange seeing Nightingale's abnormal attitude.After staring at the two for a few seconds, she, who has always been keen, quickly noticed something was wrong.

The atmosphere between the two was not as tense as before, and they became more harmonious.

The wolf girl finally got down to business.

"It's getting dark, and there is no news of elimination during the day. But I saw a few people dispatched, I don't know if they are hunters or ordinary people. Ruan Tianmin next to the viscount, Chen Zhiyu from the black ghost, the fisherman from the troubadour, the hunter Oh, they all used their skills during the day, they must be hunters."

Werewolves cannot haunt during the day.

Only hunters can walk in the daylight openly and use skills.

When they were deep in thought, the wolf girl sniffed hard: "What smell?"

The author has something to say: I am a little allergic to the keyboard today, maybe tomorrow I will not be allergic (?)

When I wake up, I must overcome my keyboard allergy. After I wake up, I will comment on this chapter and send red envelopes TAT