After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

Behind Qiao Zhihuan was the continuous canopy of the tree. He seemed to be standing in the thick green clouds. The canopy was trembling, and his whole body was on the verge of falling.

Then, Qiao Zhihuan put her arms around his neck, and her beautiful face was wrapped in the fresh fragrance of leaves, approaching quickly.

It was very quiet at that moment, everything around him was gone, only the pair of unusually beautiful eyes were left in the field of vision, staring directly at him.

Ye Cike suddenly remembered that when he was doing field research for choreography, he had been to the snow lake on the plateau.

The local people praised it with countless exquisite words, saying that it is holy alpine snow, a fairy falling into the world, and even a teardrop of a lover. s things.

Those eyes kept approaching, plundering his soul wantonly.

Ye Cike almost threw away his helmet and armor, and was completely defeated, but the other party refused to let go, and completely attached his ears: "Stay here and be my good friend."

He seemed completely drained.

The whole person hung on the edge of the top floor and was stunned for several seconds.

When he realized it, he hugged Qiao Zhihuan tightly in his arms. If the setting of the escape game was aside, this was actually a rather intimate gesture.After realizing it, his arms were a little stiff, and he didn't dare to let go or retract them, nor did he dare to hold them tighter.

The sound of rushing footsteps stopped behind him, the whole building was flickering red, and the sound of the system resounded all over the world: "Game——Over——"

"They lost." Qiao Zhihuan took a steady breath and whispered in his ear, "Pull me up."

Ye Cike was in a state of confusion, relying entirely on the mechanical operation of his body, he leaned over and hugged Qiao Zhihuan up.

Qiao Zhihuan stood still, facing a large group of monsters and Ruan Sihuan, all of them had "what's the matter" written on their faces.

"I won."

He raised his left wrist and pressed the button on the side of the watch. The will-o'-the-wisp burned from bottom to top, and the blood-red 20 on the dial instantly turned green. "I'm also a ghost insider."

Now it was Ye Cike's turn to be surprised.

"I received a special identity in the fifth room on the left side of the first floor. According to the rules of the game, I should help the ghost party to win a wish. Now, can I make a wish?"

The nearest "zombie" said: "Wait a minute, let me ask for instructions."

Then the zombie took out his phone and started calling.

The remaining "bandage men" and "ghosts" beckoned them to go downstairs. The ghosts still remembered Little Fang, and asked where her great-grandson was eliminated.

Arrive at the first floor.

As the last few survivors of the game, Qiao Zhihuan originally thought that he would be warmly welcomed by everyone. Even if it was not enthusiastic, there would always be curious people around to ask a few questions. Unexpectedly, he had just left the gate and found that all the students were standing five or six meters away. Outside, staring at everyone who came out.

As soon as he moved, the group of students retreated a few steps like chasing ducks.

Weird.

He didn't do anything to offend anyone, did he?

Could it be his illusion?

Qiao Zhihuan pretended to be walking, and suddenly accelerated a few steps forward. The nearby students hurriedly hid elsewhere, and almost stepped on her shoes.

It seems that it is not his illusion.

Only Little Fang walked towards him against the crowd, and handed him a bloody T-shirt: "Put it on, cool off."

His movement of handing over the clothes was also quite strange. The originally straightforward young man suddenly bowed his head shyly, and he hesitated not to look into Qiao Zhihuan's eyes, which made Qiao Zhihuan's body covered in goosebumps.

Qiao Zhihuan refused to take off the bloody clothes, and reminded: "Be normal."

Unexpectedly, Little Fang blushed and turned around and ran away!

Seeing this scene, the female ghost lamented for a long time that the family was so unfortunate that such a great-grandson had come out.

But after a while, the little fangs turned back again, and whispered: "Well...Although I'm not used to it yet, no matter what you are, I still support you. After all, we are relatives."

Qiao Zhihuan grabbed him and said, "tell me clearly, what's wrong with me?"

Little Fang looked at him, then glanced over him at Ye Cike behind him, and lowered his head with a smile.

This made Qiao Zhihuan confused, and he lowered his voice: "What's going on, please explain clearly."

"Not yourself..."

"cough."

Wei Lingsu also came over at some point, he hesitated for a moment, and said as objectively as possible: "You were on the top of the building just now, did you kiss Ye Cike?"

Qiao Zhihuan was startled: "What?"

"...Everyone saw it." Little Fang added fire, "You put your arms around his neck, and then—look! I haven't even said that Teacher Ye is blushing!"

Ye Cike's cheeks were indeed a little red. He noticed Qiao Zhihuan's gaze, and immediately glanced away without meeting his gaze.

"Misunderstanding. It's a real misunderstanding."

Qiao Zhihuan finally understood the ins and outs, pointed to Ruan Sihuan's magician's stick and said: "Isn't he an internal response? The way to take the students' blood is to touch the magician's stick. I'm a code word. What you see is me and him. , I'm really not close."

Little Fang raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

Qiao Zhihuan was helpless: "Really, I'm fine, why are you kissing Teacher Ye?"

Beside him, Ye Cike stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then said calmly, "What he said is true."

Ruan Sihuan also testified, and Little Fang reluctantly believed it, and joined the student group as a vanguard to refute rumors.

Everyone was about to join the students when a staff member dressed as a ghost stopped him: "Qiao Zhihuan. Come here."

Wei Lingsu was worried about Qiao Zhihuan, and watched him negotiate with the staff from a distance.

I don't know what they are arguing about, but the conflict seems quite intense.Qiao Zhihuan always liked to laugh, and he rarely saw Qiao Zhihuan folded his arms with a cold face, not giving an inch.

The time for the dispute was very short. The staff member who came to negotiate was originally a scapegoat to deliver the news and had no right to make decisions. Qiao Zhihuan didn't want to anger the innocent staff member, so he walked back with a straight face without saying anything.

He just sat down angrily, but before he could speak, Wei Ling asked, "Why, the program team doesn't allow us to go back."

"Yes. Even the rules have been changed temporarily, saying that the wish is collected from my Weibo hot comments-but where do I have Weibo? They also said to open it for me. The account and password are in their hands, and they can call my Weibo. Blog? I'll open it myself now." As he spoke, Qiao Zhihuan took out his phone and began to apply for an account.

"Calm down." Wei Ling advised him, "This link is obviously for the purpose of keeping the junior C, and I didn't want them to go back at the beginning. Talking about looking for the little girl's friend, in fact, this 'friend' has long since disappeared."

Qiao Zhihuan's fingertips fluttered, and she replied calmly: "You have also deduced it."

"When "London Bridge is Falling Down", I didn't quite understand it. I guessed it in the sacrificial room. 'Sacrifice one person to move forward'."

Every room in the manor is a fragment of a story.

The two little girls in the group photo on the top floor are both holding a merry-go-round toy, but there is only one toy left in the wooden table room. The stretcher and the bandage man even indicate that someone was seriously injured on the fourth floor. Only then can we move forward”, in addition, London Bridge has always had the legend of the bridge of human sacrifice, and a small half of a merry-go-round toy emerges from the cement anchor of the big tree in the manor.

Based on the above clues, it is not difficult to deduce that the little girl's friend was seriously injured either accidentally or intentionally, and was buried under the cement anchor of a big tree as a living sacrifice.

Therefore, the "friend" lost by the little girl could not be found at all, and the puzzle of the whole manor was completely unsolvable.

The program group tried their guts at this juncture, seemingly for "fun", but in fact it completely widened the gap between the students.

The theme song part was originally a time to learn the same dance song. Everyone stood on the same starting line, and it was the part where hard work and talent could be seen most intuitively.

The program group not only fiddled with the fate of the students in the haunted house courage test, but also extremely disrespected the students who stayed at the base to study the theme song hard.

Wei Ling sued Shen Rushui: "I said earlier, they want to pick an obedient puppet to quickly become popular through the show, and it's just a part of the model business operation. The ones they choose are not real idols at all."

"In my understanding, idols and fans should have a positive, two-way encouraging relationship. Idols are not what they are now, and the so-called fan circle doesn't have to be what they are now. Here, eat a scorpion."

Qiao Zhihuan took it over, the mutton scorpion was sprinkled with spices, and it was roasted so fragrant, he took a bite and suddenly realized: "Where did you get the mutton scorpion?"

Wei Ling pointed to the distance.

A huge bonfire ignited in the distance, and the grills on the bonfire were full, including lamb scorpions, lamb legs, Iberian pork ribs, mushrooms, etc., and a bunch of ghostly blood-clothed staff and strangely dressed students sat around On the ground, feast on.

The practitioners held a banner behind their backs: "Where there are billions, there are miracles."

"...It's a miracle." Qiao Zhihuan said in surprise, "How did he get in? Did the show crew let him in?"

"I don't know. He always likes to do something special within the rules." Qiao Zhihuan thought about it: "Yes! It's fine within the rules."

He suddenly became enlightened and smiled: "They only said that they wouldn't let them go back, they didn't say that they couldn't learn the theme song!"

seaside.

The wet sand was covered with distorted and abstract patterns. Ye Cike was sitting on the black rock with his cloak scattered aside, looking at the foggy sea.

The sound of small footsteps stopped beside him, "Why, are you really tempted?"

Ye Cike glanced up, "Welcome to the lamp."

Yingdeng is Baiyi's nickname.

The character Qian Yingdeng drew today was Paladin. Because of the heat, he took off his armor after being eliminated, but he, who was burdened by [-] catties as an idol, couldn't bear to part with his cool white cape.

So, this guy was wearing a white-gold summer military uniform with a thick cloak around his neck, making everyone who saw him want to say "Why bother".

Ye Cike was also hot, but he thought the bloody T-shirt was ugly, so he didn't change it. He just untied the layers of capes and jackets and put them aside.

The serious shirt was now unbuttoned, and the rose tattoo on the side neck was coiled around, like a nightmare that strangled him.

Bai Qianyi asked jokingly: "Hey, I'm asking you something. Are you not interested?"

Ye Cike looked down at the sea and answered in silence for a long time: "No. I just think he... is so lively. When he smiles, the light dances on his face, and when he is serious, it is fire falling from the sky. Sometimes, sometimes he is so alive. Can break all your logic. I..."

There was no answer for a long time, Ye Cike turned his head and saw the profiteer staring at him innocently: "I'm asking about the roasted lamb scorpion! It's produced with hundreds of billions of dollars, and it's fragrant for thousands of miles. Are you tempted?"

Ye Cike: "..."

"But... Teacher Ye." The profiteer asked him intentionally, "Who are you talking about?"