The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

Wang San and Li Si cried out in surprise: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Li Si rushed over quickly, his eyes filled with madness, he laughed ferociously: "Hahaha, just press the exit button, and I'll send it! Bye bye Wang San, I can only blame you for being so stupid!"

He grabbed the diary, and the beauty in the painting, which lost the moonlight, trembled twice and gradually disappeared.

At the same time, Li Si pressed the exit button...

"Hahaha, what a broken game, I will never come in again!"

Li Si had already seen the glory and wealth beckoning to him, he closed his eyes, waiting for the belated pain.

If you quit for the first time, you will enjoy the pain of being crushed to pieces.

But... the pain didn't come.

Li Si opened his eyes, and what he saw was Zhou Yi's bloody face.

Painted Skin Ghost held a pencil sharpener in his hand on Monday, and his lips were frantically pulled apart.

"Jie, jie, jie... you can't exit here for the time being~"

……

[Is there a bug in the dungeon, or is it that the grieving ghost in the painting has gone against the sky?Can manipulate time and control entry and exit? ? ?Exiting within the dungeon is the rule of the gods, right? Can the grieving ghost in the painting still override the gods? 】

【... What if they are not in the copy of the rules so far? 】

[Stupid upstairs? 】

【? ? ? 】

……

After speaking, Li Si saw Wang San being skewered into meat.

The paintbrush pierces from under Wang San's body, like a grilled fish, through the internal organs, and finally pierces out from the mouth.

Especially the tongue, which was stabbed to pieces.

As if to punish them for their slip of the tongue.

"Ahhhh-"

……

[Although Painted Skin Ghost is quite scary, he is actually avenging Goose, right? 】

[I agree, those two just now bullied Senior Nan Zhi many times! 】

[Crying in fright, it's too disgusting to string people with brushes...]

……

Li Da yelled, his calf trembled, and just as he took two steps, his hamstrings twitched, he jumped forward, and fell out.

The diary in his hand slipped out of his arms and fell under the chest of drawers in the room. Li Si wanted to reach for it, but he felt someone yank hard on his feet.

With a ferocious smile on Zhou Zhou, he dragged him back alive.

"look."

Zhou Yi put the penknife under Li Si's eyelids, with a strange obsession on his bloody face.

"This is the protective weapon that senior gave me. Don't look at it as just a pencil sharpener, but it contains a relationship between me and senior..."

Who the hell wants to listen to a love affair from your life at this critical moment of life and death? ? ?

Li Si, a big man, was crying with snot and tears at this moment.

"Monday, please let me go! I can give you money, as much as you want! When I sell that rare diary, I can earn millions! Monday, brother was nice to you before... Monday , you just look at our relationship, let me go!!"

Zhou Yi frowned, with a very impatient look on his face.

He tilted his head, his eyelids drooped, and the ends of his eyes were raised high, two lines of blood and tears flowed down.

His honest and honest face was gray and white, and at the same time, there was a sense of coldness and evil, which made him look even better.

Except that the character has become bad.

"...Didn't your mother teach you not to interrupt others when they are talking? I'm talking about my dear senior, why are you interrupting? I know, it must be because you have too much mouth... "

"...Then cut it off!"

Monday grabbed the man by the neck.

The pencil sharpener in his hand suddenly grew bigger, Zhou Yi stuffed the disobedient child into it, and cut off his lips little by little...

[Ouch... so scary! ! ! 】

【Hmm... That beauty under the moon seems a bit like Senior Nan Zhi? ? ? 】

【Hey, just seeing a fucking nose makes you feel like Senior Nan Zhi? ? ?Please don't be ky, civilized people. 】

In the wailing of Li Si.

Zhou Yi held his cheek with one hand, his face intoxicated: "Ah, look, the pencil sharpener that senior gave me is really useful. Next, I have to cut off your nose and facial features~"

"Ahhhhhh—" Li Si's voice gradually weakened.

He turned into rolls of bloody toilet paper, and finally turned into a pool of blood.

……

【Mom, I'm scared to pee! !Is that how the paintbrush and pencil sharpener are used? ? ? ? 】

[Sick and loyal dog, yyds! ! ! 】

……

"No one can bully senior...he is mine! He is mine!!!" At the end, Zhou Yi was very happy.

His gaze fell under the chest of drawers, and he took out a thin diary.

Every page of the diary is slippery and thin.

"Eh...how did that person who looked a bit like Senior Nan Zhi just now come out?"

The viscera were squeezed out, leaving only a piece of paper in the brain, unable to think too profoundly.

In his mind, he looks similar to Su Nanzhi, and if rounded up, he is the junior Nan Zhi.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the diary.

what.

He ate the seniors.

The flesh and blood fused together.

What a wonderful thing!

Zhou Yi twisted his body, hugged his body with both hands, his face was flushed with enjoyment.

"Senior, senior... where are you?"

"Senior... I love you the most."

Putting his face against the wall on Monday, he heard Su Nanzhi's low breathing.

"I found... my junior."

……

Su Nanzhi, Gu Jingshuang, and Wang Xingzhi are in the corridor on the second floor.

The wall clock "boom, boom, boom" rang twelve times.

"It's early in the morning?" Su Nanzhi counted with her fingers, making sure it was twelve times: "I clearly remember that when I came back just now, it was still in the afternoon."

Gu Jingshuang nodded: "The grieving ghost in the painting directly interferes with time."

This is an affirmative sentence.

Wang Xingzhi was shocked: "Aren't ghosts unable to interfere with the passage of time?"

"Heh." Gu Jingshuang is always that cold, with a comprehensible calmness.

"I don't know."

Wang Xingzhi turned his head to look at Su Nanzhi, trying to get something out of his mouth.

In the end, she saw Su Nanzhi's face was bewildered.

"Ah, is that so?"

The big watery eyes make people feel suffocated.

"..."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Grass mud horse!

Are you two here on your honeymoon?

Wang Xingzhi's mouth twitched.

Since entering the dungeon, he has been diligent and conscientious.

Although his personality is gradually getting worse, in this era when his life hangs on the waist of his trousers, he has been working hard to earn money, pass customs, and return to the present world after the final judgment.

For the first time, he saw two players who had traveled through dungeons.

Is this... the boss?

Wang Xingzhi said that he was frightened by [-] points.

At the same time, a sharp voice appeared in Su Nanzhi's mind.

"Congratulations to the host for achieving [Sick Love] [Successful Spirit Shocking] player and other achievements, the atmosphere value is 60, you are a little genius, host!!!"

Su Nanzhi:? ? ?

But he really didn't do anything.

Wang Xingzhi felt tired singing a one-man show alone.

He scratched his face: "...are you two kidding me?"

Su Nanzhi understood his displeasure from his expression.

I was afraid that the other party would hate me, so I said anxiously: "No! I'm really not joking!!"

"En." Gu Jingshuang chuckled and agreed.

He even extended his hand to stroke Su Nanzhi's head as if to praise her.

Su Nanzhi:?

Wang Xingzhi: "..."

I'm just a little bit tired of my mother's heart.

He hates himself for not being a pig teammate, he can't kill the two in front of him!

"Quack quack..." Outside the corridor window, four crows flew over at unknown times.

Surprised, Su Nanzhi crushed half a pack of scallion-flavored compressed biscuits and threw it to the crow.

But he found that the crows were motionless, staring at the three of them with their red-black eyes.

Su Nanzhi stared at them.

He said with deep emotion, "The crow's eyes are so small."

[God he-mom's eyes are so small! 】

[Goose, do you know that someone next door has already been made into kebabs! ! ! 】

【As expected of you! 】

……

"In horror games, crows are not mascots." Wang Xingzhi just thought about it.

Suddenly, the whole floor shook.

The aged and dusty floor suddenly twisted, Su Nanzhi's eyes widened, following the waves of the floor, he almost flew out of the window, but luckily he reached out and grabbed the railing.

Under the light in front of my eyes, the floor "crackled" and exploded, revealing the paintings hidden in the cracks in the ground.

Hundreds of faceless people in the painting come out step by step, and tons of sticky paint fall down with each step.

Wang Xingzhi stretched out his hand, and as soon as he touched the paint, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Faces... I want your faces!"

The faceless ghosts cried out, opening their mouths wide, wanting to tear off the face of the person in front of them.

"Quack quack..." The crow flapped its wings and flew towards him.

In an instant, Su Nanzhi felt her eyes darken.

The sound of "Gada, Gada" came from the ear, and the lights gradually rose.

Four or five faceless paint men all stared at him blankly with their heads tilted.

"woke up?"

"woke up."

"Ah!" A few fuzzy faces approached, and Su Nanzhi was taken aback, but apart from having no face, the paint man looked quite cute.

Su Nanzhi shrank back, and then realized that she was no longer on the second floor.

This is his former room.

He was on a bed strewn with black roses, and the veil tied up with skulls.

The bed is covered with layers of goose down, which is soft and delicate, and when you lie down, you sink into it, like a womb that conceives life.

Not far in front of him, there are painting tools.

Brushes and paints of various colors are lined up, facing his direction, there is a large drawing board and several paintings.

Su Nanzhi glanced at it quietly.

One of the paintings, which he had seen before, was the front view of the castle, the blue sky and white clouds, and the upper left corner was hidden in a single rose flower. The Sleeping Beauty in the painting was nervous and full of fantasy about life - that was the only one. Zhang is not a painting based on Su Nanzhi.

And another one.

The boy's snow-white accordion pleated shirt was covered with blood, black and red roses were sprinkled all over the pure white bed, and there was still no face on that painting—it was himself.

Su Nanzhi realized.

He swallowed, trying to get out of bed.But at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Hee hee, don't move."

In the light and shadow in the corner of the wall, a figure appeared like a split.