The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

That night.

Mr. Black Suit is back.

Su Nanzhi's popularity has exceeded 100 million, and he heard the voice of the main system before going to bed.

【"Congratulations on your popularity in the live broadcast room exceeding one million, and we are randomly selecting bullet screens for you."】

【"Whether to accept?"】

Su Nanzhi accepted.

A faint light fell on his face.

A few clear large characters projected on the porcelain-like face.

Covering her mouth with the barrage, Auntie smiled.

【Oh, which scoundrel wrote it? 】

【Look at scaring my wife~】

[Hahahaha, my wife's puppy eyes are frightened! ! ! 】

[Shut up, you guys are making me see my wife! ! 】

Su Nanzhi was so frightened that her eyes widened.

Fluorescent words were faintly reflected in his pupils.

[I want to mess with you. 】

Su Nanzhi's cheeks turned red, and she turned off the message in front of her.

But that sentence, like a voice, echoed in his ears over and over again.

The pronunciation of the words is bitten over and over again, and the sound is fierce.

Echoes as if with substance.

"Think, grass, you..."

"Ahhh!!!" Su Nanzhi pulled the quilt over her head that was about to smoke.

[Oh, my wife is shy! ! 】

【Of course you have to kiss to get better! ! 】

It took him a while to get out of the covers, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he could see clearly what was hanging on the window.

Not only his underwear, but his clothes were also missing.

·

the next day.

A wet rain fell at night.

People got up early in the damp alley.

The orange lights came on, and then the residents of a certain building also turned on the lights.

The black cat leisurely came down from the corridor.

The emerald pupils seemed to have a strange light because of seeing something.

The novelist continued writing the novel in his room.

Today he wrote that people who peep in the dark gradually begin to pervert because their desires cannot be relieved.

He was in the cracks, eager to be found.

Then he saw that the beautiful young man brought back a man. Out of jealousy, the peepers killed him, made big meat buns, and gave them to the neighbors to eat.

Facing the flickering computer screen, the novelist showed a cowardly smile.

Razer's black and dilapidated keyboard was crackled by him, but his smile became brighter and brighter.

"Hee hee hee~ die to me... die to me all!! All he-damn die to me!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

The novelist thinks of the man next door.

The memory of yesterday's humiliation came to mind.

There was an urge to kill in my mind.

He wanted to kill everyone who approached the boy! ! !

— Then go kill it.

Go be the god of this world!

The tone-changing, depressed, and rampant voice in my heart became louder.

The pure white heart was stained with blood a little bit.

In the dark night, desire-desire is stimulated without limit.

He drank two bottles of Mrs. Jingxin Oral Liquid, and first peeked across from the hole.

The other side has fallen asleep and can't see anything.

"Damn it!" The novelist gritted his teeth.

Pull up the zipper of the jacket, put on the hat, and walk into the night.

He's going to kill someone for fun.

[Hiss, so writing a novel is really difficult. 】

[Look at what it looks like to suppress people! 】

[(Baldy speaks) (appearance is 90 years old): Writing novels is very easy. I change three thousand beach houses every day. You see, I am 20 years old, and I am still very energetic! 】

【Hey Hey hey!Upstairs is a patient in our mental hospital, a writer of novels, who has been crazy for five or six years, stop flirting, come back with me! 】

[Hahahaha, I laughed so hard! 】

·

In the old community, there are still many people from the mixed society.

Often come back in the middle of the night.

The ring road on the side of the road has long been empty of cars.

With a howling hurricane, the motorcycle stopped at the entrance of the old community.

The owner of the breakfast shop has already started, he is an honest man, his name is Dadong.

In the live broadcast room, it has always been tepid, with no special features.

After all, which audience would want to come and make steamed stuffed buns.

But today is a little different.

Although it was midnight, there were still spectators coming in.

The reason is that Dadong's consciousness has awakened.

—He is a murderer.

【Wuhu, it's actually that big winter? ! ! ! 】

[Will anyone be surprised when Da Dong comes here? 】

[I don't know Dadong, can anyone give me a popular science? 】

[Class representative: Dadong, the famous game cancer.His method is bad, his job is a cook, but he is not satisfied with ordinary food, he has been pursuing the legendary top food. 】

[Still don't quite understand. 】

[He, like Li Lie in the 1234 live broadcast room, has no awe of life, and prefers to pursue excitement... such as killing people!Dadong is a killer who doesn't distinguish between players and NPCs. He once cut off the tongues of all the creatures in the dungeon! 】

[Groove, no wonder he can come to the 888 live broadcast room. 】

【How did the young master get here?curious! 】

[Curiosity +10086! ! ! 】

as predicted.

After the memory of the murderer emerged.

Dadong took a knife and dismembered a woman's thigh little by little.

He looked upright, serious, and very dignified.

He made a steamed stuffed bun, almost like an experiment.

Yeast, flour, minced meat...everything is measured-measured-weighed.

After the woman's hand was made into meat stuffing, Dadong stretched out his finger, took a spoonful and tasted it, but he was quite dissatisfied with the work this time.

He checked all the ingredients carefully and found the key problem: the meat was not fresh enough!

He walked out slowly, squatting at the door looking for people.

At night, there are few people, but it is convenient to do things.

He squats here, waiting for a lucky one.

"Meow~"

The black cat meowed, and its figure could not be seen clearly at night, only a pair of eyes were shining in the dark night.

Dadong looked at it, and slowly moved towards the person next to the black cat.

Is a novelist.

At the same time, the novelist also looked at him. The knife in the jacket was pressed against the fabric. In the dark night, it was just a shape that was not easy to see.

[You just say it's wonderful? 】

[Is this the Wonderful and Wonderful House? 】

[Hahahahaha! ! !Interesting, really interesting! ! 】

They looked at each other for a moment, then looked away.

·

The gangster finally stopped the Harrow locomotive.

Because it is an old community, there are many small alleys, the street lights are more broken than good, and the environment is dim.

It seemed to be covered with a layer of black gauze mist.

A person who has long been used to this kind of darkness is not afraid of such darkness. He didn't even have much worries, and walked through the alley in a daze, not even noticing that someone was peeping at him in the darkness.

He stretched and slowed down.

A black cat passed by his feet, its emerald pupils turned, as if sensing something, the fur on its tail exploded, and it let out a sharp cry.

"Meow~"

As if he had been frightened by some kind, he quickly jumped away from him and got into the grass beside him.

It rained again.

The raindrops fell on the stone road, hiding all dangers.

At this time, the society man yawned.

【Hee hee hee, in whose hands will he die? 】

[There are already two contestants participating. Will the final winner be our murderer Dadong contestant or a novelist with a more perverted mind? 】

[I voted for Da Dong, after all Da Dong has awakened, and the novelist is just a pervert who knows how to flirt. 】

[Agreed, I also think the novelist might be killed. 】

[No way, compared with Dadong, the novelist's level of fear is too low. 】

The novelist didn't realize that the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop, who had always been meek, had changed his heart.

The rain hit his jacket and rolled down.

The novelist covered the zipper, covering half of his face.

It was very cold, but his body was burning hot.

A voice grew louder in his ears.

"Kill him! Use his blood to commemorate your love! Make his flesh and blood into high-quality meat buns and send them to the person you like! Dye him red and drag him into hell!"

The novelist's eyes became more and more red, as if he had fallen into a bewilderment.

Dadong followed behind him, keeping a certain distance.

He shook his head twice and walked up slowly.

The novelist frowned, out of sight, Dadong followed, the novelist turned and entered a dark path.

Dadong followed.

There was no one inside, and when Dadong was about to exit, a person fell from the sky and pierced into Dadong's body with a surprise attack.

Dadong fell into the rain with a bang.

"Dead?" The novelist kicked him twice and took off his hat.The smile on his face gradually changed.

"You are too useless! You were killed by me like this!"

The novelist kicked Dadong twice, and it seemed that the blood in his whole body was stimulated.

He followed the social man again.

[A Cao? ? ? ?Is Dadong so involuntary? 】

[The novelist has gone completely crazy! 】

[The hunting time is here! ! ! 】

[It seems that today's novelists are double-killing! 】

With the experience of killing just now, the novelist is not only not afraid, but even blood boils.

The voice in his head was urgently calling him to kill.

He slowly approached the social man.

In the dark, he discovered that social people are actually not that social.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and was dressed in black.

A few drops of water hung from the tips of her hair.

From the perspective of the back, it is actually quite chic.

The novelist trembled all over, he was so excited.

The bloody knife seemed to cut open his forbidden soul.

"kill him!"

"Kill him quickly!!"

The voice in the bottom of my heart roared impatiently.

The novelist immediately raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it with a ferocious face.

"go to hell!!!"

The voice from the bottom of my heart merged with the voice from the bottom of the novelist's heart at this moment.

time, space.

Suddenly stagnated in general.

The novelist's eyes widened, and he saw a pair of cold eyes turn around.

Frost-like, staring at the dead silence of the years of the galaxy.

The man raised the corners of his lips slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He reached out from the darkness and penetrated the novelist's body.

"You dare to spy on my little slave?"

The butler's hand turned an arc in the novelist's chest, and his eyelids lifted.

"It turns out that it's a fake."

He threw the novelist out like throwing out trash.

"You too?"

After the novelist hit the ground with a bang, he disappeared.

A txt file appeared in situ.

【? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

[The amount of information is a bit large! ! ! 】

【what's the situation? ? ? 】

[The butler is so handsome! ! !The butler is too sua, my brother punched me in the heart. 】

[So the little slave is? ? ? ? 】

[The novelist is a fake? ? ?What about the Lord? ? ? 】

[Hastily, the content of that txt after opening is actually - a down-and-out abnormal novelist, in order to write a novel, peeping into the next door, and then writing his own affairs into a novel, the story of an instant hit? ! ! 】

[What about the owner of the txt? ? ? ? 】

The author has something to say: follow the plot line.

Anu is little Su~

Little Su (angry) (knocking on the table): Why did I become a little slave!wow QWQ