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Ah, where have all these unlikely people gone?

Yan Xiaofu entered her room, sat on the not-so-clean quilt, looked around at the dim yellow walls, suddenly smiled strangely at the screen, and said in a creepy voice: "Guess what?" Where have all the lost people gone?"

The audience in the live broadcast room felt chills.

"Fucking anchor, please speak up, I have to work the night shift alone tonight."

"Anchor, you didn't recruit something unclean, did you?"

"Strongly demand that the anchor be beaten up, and she will be back to normal after the beating."

Yan Xiaofu looked at the barrage and laughed like an old witch "hehehehe". She let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that I, Tuoma, finally won you once.

There was a dim kerosene lamp on the table, and there was an inexhaustible amount of dust in the corner.She touched the thickness of the quilt, thinking that today's quilt is okay, it seems that this is really the best room in the inn, and it shouldn't be too cold at night.

She spread out the dirty quilt again with disdain, then put a hard wooden pillow on it, turned around and said to the audience: "Guess quickly, if you guess right, maybe the anchor will still be there." What's the reward?"

The plot party and the textual research party in the live broadcast room all made judgments in the barrage at this time:

"Uh, I guess they're all hanging in the kitchen."

"Kitchen +1"

"That's not necessarily true. I'm not sure which cowboy's shop it was sold to. 2333333"

"I can assure you that the Cowherd's shop is not doing well. 2333333, those people who got lost are all too ugly."

Yan Xiaofu watched this group of people thinking wantonly, touched her chin lightly, and said to the audience: "You guys, how about I sneak a peek in the kitchen tonight?"

"Okay, steal two pieces of meat by the way, and share with us after tasting the taste."

"I suggest cooking the meat like a steak. Isn't it too monotonous to always make buns?"

"I'm a professional chef, and I can give on-site guidance to the host."

Yan Xiaofu was laughing and joking with the audience, and the aggressive makeup artist just now silently posted in the barrage: "The host is not allowed to leave tonight, if I can't teach you how to draw Eyeliner, I will jump off the eighteenth floor."

Everyone was overwhelmed by the solemnity and determination of Mr. Makeup Artist. The barrage stopped for a second, and the audience decided not to mention the matter of visiting the kitchen at night, and began to brush in the barrage: "Mr. That's right", "The makeup artist is right", "Rouge, you should learn how to draw eyeliner obediently tonight".

Yan Xiaofu hadn't been there for a few minutes before she was beaten back to her original form. She obediently dug out the rouge, gouache, and other bits and pieces that she bought earlier from her bag, and looked at the copper mirror Sit down, look left and right, and finally pick up a pen and slash across the face——

The audience in the live broadcast room turned their eyes away in horror.

Yan Xiaofu laughed loudly, and said to the people in the live broadcast room: "Mistake, mistake." Then she wiped off the mark with two swipes, trying her best to pretend that nothing happened.

The wind and sand in the northwest was very strong, and the people in the hall were all sitting at the table at this time, drinking hot wine in small sips.While chatting, he pretended not to care and cast his gaze at the end of the stairs on the second floor.

This peaceful appearance would be considered normal in other places, but in this place near the desert, it is considered an abnormal scene.

You have to know that at this time of day, the hall is already full of excitement. There are people who gamble for money, and people who fight for wine and fight. There are guys sitting everywhere who are about to fight if they disagree. There is also the energetic man who flirts with those dark-skinned prostitutes in the desert.But tonight, there is nothing here, only faint voices can be heard in the hall,

Many people subconsciously lowered their voices, as if there was a mysterious force subdued here.And the cause of all this is nothing more than the person who is on the second floor at this time.

Zhang Shiqin, a big devil born out of nowhere in the arena, became popular at a speed comparable to that of Chu Liuxiang back then.

Some people speculate that she is the lingering female ghost in Zhangjia Town back then. She hated men all over the world and turned into a ghost to come to the world to take revenge.

Some people speculated that Zhang Shiqin was not dead at all.However, after all, it is resentment for a young girl to marry a dead person, so she turned into a demon king, specially sucking the blood of young men to extinguish the anger in her heart.

The former is more popular with street aunts, while the latter is more popular with those who think they are ahead of their time.But no matter what kind of setting, there is a rhythm that a super neurotic is about to turn out.

There was a big man who had drunk half of his drink. He couldn't hold back the overly oppressive atmosphere. He suddenly patted the table and stood up.She cursed and said, "Damn, isn't she just a widow? A woman can scare a group of men into such a state, you bastards."

All eyes were on him at once. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he shouted loudly: "I don't believe my mother, does she have three arms or four eyes?" Picking up his long knife, he ran upstairs within a few steps.

The other people in the hall watched him silently, maintaining a wait-and-see attitude, only to see that the big man rushed up within ten seconds, and was suddenly thrown down like a torn bag, and then rolled all the way down the stairs, Finally, it hit the door of the inn with a "bang".

A woman's cold voice came from upstairs: "If you want to kill me next time, you'd better do it together."

The people in the hall suddenly took a breath of air, and a brave man sneaked up to take a look, only to see that the big man turned his eyes white, had a big bump on his head, and a mysterious liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth , he touched the artery and found that it was still beating, so he let out a long breath, then wiped the cold sweat on his head, picked up his luggage and slipped out quietly, actually preparing to sleep outside.

Seeing this situation, some people in the inn looked hesitantly at the scene of yellow sand all over the sky outside, and finally gritted their teeth, picked up their packages and ran out.

In the blink of an eye, the hall that was full just now was gone, and there were not many people left.

Among the remaining people, some seemed to be full of arrogance, while others seemed calm and composed, but no matter what, these people who did not run had a certain degree of confidence in their own strength.

A few of them were particularly conspicuous—one was a newly arrived monk with a fat head and big ears, wearing tattered clothes. Since he sat down, he had been eating the plate of fragrant meat in front of him intently.

At another table, there were four people sitting together. They were all wearing blue blouses and bamboo hats on their heads. They looked ordinary, but they all had a very oppressive aura.These people have not spoken since just now, but when the big man was thrown down, they quietly looked at each other.

If Yan Xiaofu was downstairs at this time, she would definitely recognize that the meat eater is the honest monk.

The other four men in Tsing Yi did not know who they were.

But no matter who it is, one thing is absolutely certain - these people are not something to mess with.

Yan Xiaofu was sitting on the chair, and the scene of that big guy barging in just now kept flashing in her mind.At that time, her last stroke was almost finished, but she was scared by him, and accidentally drew it crookedly.

This is good, everything has to be redrawn.

Yan Xiaofu is about to cry, she rarely draws eyeliner except for cosplay, so now every time she draws, her eyes have to shake, the lines drawn are all crooked, and then she is asked by high standards The make-up artist asked to repaint.

She turned to the screen with a mournful face and said, "Is it okay if I don't draw?"

"No, the leader of the Demon Cult has been relying on force to kill people these years. Have you seen the God of Reaper? Whoever has the most force in his moves will win."

"Listen upstairs, that's right."

Yan Xiaofu's tears really came out this time, she hasn't put on makeup for too long, so her eyes are very sensitive, and now she feels like she is about to go blind.She wondered where this fallacy of Tuoma is, the elder sister obviously relied on the great system master to become the leader, okay?

Mr. System (laughs).

But even if he was flattered by Yan Xiaofu, the great System Lord did not choose to save the anchor kid this time.

After drawing for an hour, Yan Xiaofu looked at the white face in the mirror, and finally said helplessly: "Why do I feel a bit strange after drawing this?"

One after another in the barrage: "Worship God!", "God, you finally saved Rouge's distorted aesthetics!".Yan Xiaofu found that none of these people paid any attention to her, so she quietly drew circles in her heart.

Huh, what a big deal, when I have money, I will hire seven makeup artists, one for a day, one for a week.

Do the same with my socks.

With this face on her face, Yan Xiaofu lay down indignantly, thinking that I used to be a make-up girl in our club anyway, although I would be scolded every time I put on makeup, but it's not so bad for my aesthetics. The point.

Mr. System saw that she didn't take off her makeup, so he asked her, "Anchor, are you going to sleep with such a face on tonight?"

Yan Xiaofu let out a breath, and said to the system: "Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to draw again if I unload it. Besides, I don't think I can sleep for a long time. This inn always feels gloomy. His eyes are wrong, and some of the guests downstairs have wrong eyes."

Mr. System said quite unexpectedly: "Hey, I didn't expect that after being cheated for so long, you finally have some experience. This time your premonition is quite good, because you really won't be able to sleep for a long time tonight. , the proprietress downstairs is discussing with the chef to chop you up and sell buns tonight, and a group of people are coming here on horseback, but this is not the point, besides these people, there is another more troublesome .”

Yan Xiaofu stared in confusion and complained: "Fuck, do you want to work so hard? Three waves of people came to arrest me alone. I haven't slept well for days. How long can I sleep tonight?"

"An hour."

"Call me when it's time."

"Ah."