Pretty little pitiful always in the Shura field [unlimited]

The sun sets slowly on a hot day, perhaps because the purpose of going out this time was mainly to find undercover players, and everyone was not in a hurry to go out to find supplies, but instead had an impromptu discussion.

Jin An sat on the haystack. Because of the pain in his inner thighs, he did not dare to sit in the habitual close-up posture this time. Instead, his legs were slightly separated. Finally, he was not in such a child-like sitting posture.

"Are the orc players sure not to jump out?"

The suspect, Feng Jiang, still questioned everyone with that steady and calm posture. His deep eyes scanned the surroundings sharply. He didn't look directly at Jin An, but because of the seat, Jin An happened to be the last person who looked away. , so it is always unavoidable that the line of sight will eventually stay on him.

The first concentrated discussion seemed to have left a psychological shadow on Jin An. Now that Jin An saw Feng Jiang, he met a wolf with a rabbit. When the sharp eyebrows fixed on him, he was always nervous, and subconsciously felt that the other party was questioning himself. Argue with a guilty conscience.

Jin An sat up straighter, as if this would calm him down a bit, but Jin An couldn't calm down at all when he said Feng Jiang next.

Feng Jiang said: "If the orc players are voted out, they will only be backed one level, but if they use beasts to attack the players tonight and are eliminated during the conflict, they will really die."

The atmosphere among the players froze for a moment, Jin An's eyes widened a little, and he turned to look at Feng Jiang who was speaking in a daze.

The other party has tall eyebrows, clear and sharp bones, and he is a very decent handsome guy. In addition to his height and muscular frame of more than 1.9 meters, he looks like a hill even when he is sitting, giving people a sense of oppression. What he said There is more weight, too.

Jin An's head was buzzing, and he couldn't help asking: "Yes, is it the death in the dungeon?"

Someone on the field laughed, and Jin An turned to look at Jiang Qinghua.

"Death in the dungeon is the real death in the main system, there is no difference between the two."

He still had that weak posture, but what he said was clearer than Jin An's stupid head.

Feng Jiang also asked him: "Have you never played a dungeon?"

Although the tone is normal, Jin An still feels that the other party is connoting him, and there will be no new players in the advanced promotion book.

Of course Jin An has played dungeons, but except for the rookie dungeons, all he went to were NPC assessment books. He had never met other players, and dead npcs would be resurrected in a new round. accept.

Jin An bit his lip and lowered his head to avoid Feng Jiang's sight.

"We still have two voting rights, are the orcs sure not to give up?" The speech continued.

Still no one answered.

Jin An simply wanted to hide and win this dungeon, and had no intention of fighting fiercely, thinking that he would not lure wild beasts to appear and kill players.

Thinking of this, Jin An relaxed a lot. He calmed down and observed the expressions of other players. It was no different from the previous two times, except that Qin Sheng, who was used to being confused, was rarely quiet for a while, frowning and wondering what he was thinking. What, after noticing Jin An's gaze, he frowned and raised his eyes, his uncontrollable expression was somewhat ferocious.

Jin An thought that Qin Sheng was staring at him, so he turned his eyes away in fright, and wanted to sit with his legs together, but because he was rubbed by Lu Shichu for too long in the afternoon, the inner thighs were sore and sore as soon as they touched him, which made Jin An feel low. With a whimper, they quickly separated again.

Qin Sheng's expression paused for a moment, then suddenly sank again, and in the silence where everyone observed and questioned each other, he suddenly asked, "What's wrong with your leg?"

Everyone looked at Qin Sheng at the same time, and followed the other's line of sight to see Jin An who had just sat with his legs slightly apart, and Feng Jiang stared at him looking for clues.

Feng Bei asked, "What's wrong?"

Jin An's scalp went numb for a moment.

Sitting opposite Jin An, Qin Sheng naturally knew how well-behaved Jin An's usual sitting posture was, with his legs close together, his hands obediently placed on his lap, and he listened carefully to others' speeches.

But when he sat down today, he inexplicably sat with his legs apart, and just pressed the animal skin with his hands to block the gap. Qin Sheng didn't think much about it at first, but now seeing Jin An's pitiful flustered look, he felt strange.

Qin Sheng depressed his Adam's apple, raised his chin and asked, "What's wrong with your leg?"

Jin An immediately felt that the players on the scene focused their eyes on his legs. At this moment, he was neither closed nor Zhang. Jin An was embarrassed, so he could only maintain the original posture.

An unruly young man who seems careless, why did he observe so carefully today, Jin An didn't expect that Qin Sheng would notice the abnormality of his legs.

And the person who made his legs like this was still looking at him, the corner of his mouth raised as if he was about to speak, Jin An had a familiar feeling that a storm was about to come.

"nothing……"

He was terrified, and hurriedly wanted to speak in a perfunctory manner, but before he finished speaking, he felt his waist being touched.

Feng Jiang's warm fingertips touched his waist, and said in a deep voice, "The waist is too."

Jin An was about to faint, but Qin Sheng who was on the opposite side got up and walked directly towards him. Jiang Qinghua and Feng Bei couldn't figure it out and sat still for the time being.

Lu Shichu turned sideways, looking at Jin'an being besieged by Feng Jiang and Qin Sheng, with a pitiful blank face, he didn't know how to put his hands and feet, and at the same time he didn't forget to glance at him.

"The waist here is all red, how did you do it?" Feng Jiang asked.

Jin'an's skin is tender, and it usually turns red when he scratches it. In the afternoon, Lu Shichu stubbornly held it for a long time, and it was even redder. Although it has been a while, there is still a little pinkness left behind , but Feng Jiang's eyes were sharp, and he directly spotted it and pointed it out.

With a serious expression, as if he was studying some important case, he held Jin An's waist tightly.

Jin An moved away secretly, and he gave him a stern look. Jin An was inexplicably speechless, and said tremblingly, "That's right, I just hit the bed."

"Will it be so red when you hit the bed?"

Extending from the waist to the back and stomach, it doesn't look like a bump, but rather like some kind of erotic traces he saw when dealing with the clues of the case. The straight male prosecutor, who has never had any sex life, is serious at this moment In the dungeon, after seeing the strange clues on the beautiful player, he even held Bibi with his own big hand.

He also said: "It is exactly the size of the palm of an adult male, held sideways, with little or no force, and no obvious bruising marks."

He glanced at Jin An's hand on his thigh, which was white and small, nodded and added, "It wasn't the victim's own hand."

And Qin Sheng also followed up and said: "The legs are not close together."

After a pause, he added, "It's very cute to be able to get close together in the morning."

The two of them sang together, so cautious and well-behaved that the victim Jin An's head was in a trance.

Why...why do you talk about him in the same way as the victim?

The author says:

An An (in a daze): I, why did I become a victim...

Lu Shichu: major suspect;

Good morning, here I come, thank you for irrigation and me;

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