The hidden BOSS of the game is always showing affection

【younger brother! ! ! 】

[Brother, don't worry! ! ! 】

[It's so dark that I can't see anything.Is brother still awake? 】

[Qin Yang is too much for TMD, how dare he say that he is not plotting against others like this? 】

[Brother, say something when you are here. 】

[I'll go to Ding He's live broadcast room to ask about the situation, brother, you must hold on! 】

From the perspective of the audience, there is only darkness, and occasionally creepy sounds and regular drops of water can be heard.

Yu Jin felt that he was in a dark and damp narrow room.He couldn't even straighten up completely, and could only lie on the ground in the same position he had been dragged in.

He knew that Qin Yang would not make him feel better, and it was absolutely impossible for him to take away the food so easily.

He must have known that the monster was approaching them.

In fact, when the monster rushed towards them, Yu Jin was prepared.However, the foot injury broke out suddenly, and the painting behind him pulled him again, and he fell into the wall together with the monster.

This is a closed and dark space, he can only see the transparent barrage floating in the air.

He felt that his breathing seemed to become cloudy, and every time he inhaled, he would inhale the dust that became extra heavy with water.

He tried to move his fingers and raised them to test the height of the room.

Almost exactly the height of an arm.He should barely be able to sit up.The ceiling has the feel of a very ordinary concrete floor, with no mechanisms or pull rings.

It was too difficult to move while lying down, so he measured the distance around with his arm, and prepared to turn over and move on his stomach.

Although this posture looks the same as that monster, he can't just lie on the ground and wriggle with the strength of his waist and abdomen.

His left hand touched something.

Not a cold wall, but a soft petal.

This touch is somewhat familiar.He twisted it lightly and pulled the petals off.

The petals turned into a sticky pool of blood at his fingertips.

Yu Jin frowned in disgust, and heard a slight sound from the direction of his left hand just now, like the sound of those petals rubbing on the ground.

That thing is here too.

In fact, I also want to know that Yu Jin was rushed in by him, and the other party naturally followed in.It's just that the opponent was hit and injured just now, so he didn't attack him for the time being.

But now, that thing is waking up.

Yu Jin felt something crawl towards him quickly, and it pressed on his chest in an instant, and the sharp nails clasped his throat.

He could feel the rough vines on the opponent's body drawing deep marks on his body through the clothes, the sharp short thorns scratched his clothes, pierced the already delicate skin, and the flowers entwined on the monster's body were caused by his The nourishment of the blood makes it more vital.

The original wound on his neck seemed to be scratched, and the wound was extremely painful due to the flying dust.

That kind of thing was obviously used to this environment, and it moved much more smoothly in the dark than him, and the movement of grabbing his throat was precise and vicious.

But for Yu Jin, this kind of close-range hand-to-hand combat is precisely what he is best at.

Flames erupted from his neck, chest, arms, wherever he came into contact with the monster.He doesn't need to see the opponent's position at all, and he can easily fight back.

The air smelled of burning plants.

The monster made a strange sound that might have been called a wail.

Yu Jin grabbed the monster's hand, coughed and said, "I know what you want to do. But I don't need it yet."

The monster kept waving its arms, and let out low growls of unknown meaning.

"I don't have to kill you, but I need your cooperation in the future." After Yu Jin coughed, his voice returned to the usual calm tone.

The monster whimpered a few times, and his hands and feet began to struggle violently, with one knee hitting his ribs.

Yu Jin: ...how does Ding He usually do it.

He won't accept younger brother.

He wanted to kill this thing directly.

【... Is my brother talking to the monster? 】

[Brother, don't be fooled by him, he is not a good guy. 】

[No brother, the most important thing now is to survive, you wait for the male god to come soon. 】

Enduring the pain in his ribs, he continued to talk to the monster: "Your goal is this, isn't it?"

He grabbed the monster's hand and touched the necklace around his neck.

The monster's movements stopped for a moment, and it was miraculously quiet.

Just as Yu Jin breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get along with him in harmony, the monster suddenly opened his hand like crazy and strangled his neck.

Yu Jin's throat tightened for a while, and he squeezed out a few words: "If you move again... I will kill you."

The monster laughed strangely, and the flowers on his body trembled with the laughter.

The vines wrapped around his wrist slowly grew and shifted towards Yu Jin's neck, like a new delicate collar.

Yu Jin could feel that the other party really wanted to kill.He raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck with his backhand, sparks flew all over his hand.

"Kill you."

The monster made a gurgling sound from its throat, like the sound of an old rusty appliance being broken.

"Boom-"

There was the sound of heavy objects knocking from above, and fine powder leaked from above.

The ceiling is coming down.

Yu Jin dragged the monster and rolled to the side a few times, avoiding the broken bricks falling from above.

The monster giggled, taking the initiative in the fight while he was distracted.

Yu Jin straightened up a little, grabbed his wrist, his palm was slightly warm.

This was nothing compared to the ruthless hand he just slapped, but the monster froze for a moment, vigorously broke free from his restraint, and desperately began to grab its own throat.

Through the light leaking from the broken ceiling, Yu Jin saw his dull and obsessed eyes.

The monster whimpered and scratched its neck in pain.He didn't have any flesh and blood on his neck at first, but now all Yu Jin can see are the falling petals and new flowers growing rapidly.

He coughed a few times, touched his neck, and felt a few traces of blood.I don't know if it's his own, or the petals that rub against him.

Someone jumped down from the top, grabbed the monster by the back of the neck and threw him aside, and grabbed Yu Jin into his arms.

After Yu Jin finished coughing, she lay softly in the opponent's arms, grabbed the opponent's back with both hands, and rubbed against his shoulder while the light was unclear: "I'm fine."

Ding He remained silent, his left hand was tightly locked around his waist, and his right hand was gently stroking his hair.

He didn't speak, but Yu Jin always felt that he was angry.

"I'm really fine, he can't do anything." He closed his eyes and leaned on Ding He's shoulder in a very submissive posture, "Don't worry."

"Don't talk." Ding He said lightly, his usual gentle tone seemed to imply anger.

He is gentle and polite most of the time, and even when facing a strong enemy, he rarely fully reveals this aggressive aura.

Yu Jin pursed her lips, turned her face, and kissed him casually.

Anyway, in the dark underground, he can't see what is what, and he can kiss wherever he wants, as long as he feels the meaning.

For him, this is a compromise and a sign of weakness.

Ding He was so angry that he laughed back. He was still nervous about his injury, but now he couldn't bear his face.

The oppressive feeling on his body has dissipated a lot, and he gently probed Yu Jin's body: "Where is it hurt? Let me see."

Yu Jin also heaved a sigh of relief, leaning lazily in his arms, letting him touch his wound, relying on the fact that the audience couldn't see and couldn't hear clearly, she whispered to him secretly.

Ding He looked at his unusually active state, and patted him on the back lightly: "Are you injured or am I injured? Do you need to comfort me?"

The wounds on Yu Jin's body are not serious, most of them are small wounds, which seem to be a bit big, so it hurts when pressed.

To him, this is really nothing - in fact, to him, death is nothing to be afraid of.

But he felt that Ding He would be very worried.After all, looking at this matter from the perspective of two people, there will definitely be different feelings.

So he tried very hard to appease Ding He.

This is his usual way to appease Ding He.

"I won't die." He spit out a few words softly, unexpectedly with a firm feeling.

"Not dying doesn't mean you don't care about it." Ding He pressed the back of his head and kissed him, "I will follow you next time this kind of thing happens."

After the two separated, Yu Jin habitually lay on his shoulder and listened to his instructions to the people above him. Suddenly, he reacted and pinched the back of his hand a little helplessly, and lowered his voice: "They may hear."

Ding He gave him a funny look: "What did you hear? You were hurt too badly, humming and chirping?"

Yu Jin: "...do you think everyone else is a fool?"

"It doesn't matter, you have to know sooner or later." Ding He said casually, "That day is coming soon."

Yu Jin looked at the content floating on the barrage, and had to admit that in front of Ding He, other people might automatically become fools.

Ding He asked the people above to throw something in to make it look like a small ladder so that they could go up.

Huo Chu'an had been crying on the top for a long time, and when he saw Yu Jin coming up, he almost rushed up, but Ding He politely stopped him.

Regarding the monster in the painting, Yu Jin is actually more inclined to let him survive and use it in the future.

Anyway, with Ding He around, this kind of thing will definitely obey.

Ding He said indifferently: "He is dead."

Yu Jin was silent for a moment: "He is still useful."

"Shouldn't be dead yet." Ding He lowered his head, looking at the struggling monster below from the gap in the ground.

When he was speaking, the self-harming monster suddenly stopped moving, kneeling on the ground piously, as if kneeling down to his own beliefs.

"I hope he can really play his part in the future."