Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 599 Rose Festival 28
As I said before, Yang Duanduan has a very iconic appearance, but he is a little fat. At this moment, a few sharp flower thorns pierced his fair and smooth skin. The green-brown thorns, dark red blood, and the strong fragrance have a slightly rancid smell The same, like flowers blooming from dry bones, extremely coquettish, but also so weird that it makes one's spine chill.

Yang Duanduan's eyes turned white, and she made a slight "heh, heh" sound from her mouth, like a sneer or a moan, and she could vaguely see her neck moving, as if she was still breathing.

Some people were scared to pee at that time, staggered and ran out, and some people knew what Yang Duanduan did yesterday and thought she deserved what she deserved.

Someone in the crowd sobbed softly: "I...I'm so scared, I don't want to come to this kind of ghost place again, go to the fucking rose festival, I want to go home!"

The companion next to her reluctantly persuaded: "If I could go, I would have left a long time ago. I have to persist in this ghost place for seven days. Someone ran away on the eighth floor yesterday. As soon as I arrived at the Rainbow Gate, I was smashed like a smashed watermelon." The same burst, I heard that the dead ones can be fragmented."

"Aren't there two exits on this street?" Someone was not reconciled.

The person who spoke first retorted: "Then you go and try? We will be grateful to you if you succeed."

If the words are not speculative, there will be a fight if you keep chatting. At present, everyone just wants to survive, and no one is in the mood to fight.

"Let's stay and obediently participate in the event, and persist until seven days. Let's do what everyone does, so we won't die out of nowhere?" This person's words represent the thoughts of most NPCs.

Players have rules of the game, and in the hearts of NPCs, this is at best a thrilling trip where people die, so most NPCs are lucky.

Don't place orders, don't stay out of the circle, fight until the end, drink and eat meat.

In fact, not to mention NPCs, some players probably think the same way.

By the morning of the third day the number of players had gone from 50 to 37.

I just don't know if there is any Yang Duanduan among the 37 surviving people, and how many people are becoming Yang Duanduan.

He Xiaoman glanced at the rose queen Yang Duanduan who has scared many NPCs to tears. If you take a screenshot of her area, whether it is composition, color or the weird atmosphere, it is definitely a masterpiece of dark style.

Yang Duanduan has been scheming others, and finally lost to other people's scheming. It can only be said that the way of heaven is a good reincarnation.

He Xiaoman didn't know what would happen to her in the future, maybe one day her ending would be worse than Yang Duanduan's, she just hoped that she would never regret it at that moment.

Su Xiangjun invited He Xiaoman to the restaurant on the sixth floor, but He Xiaoman refused with a smile: "I have already eaten."

"Then let's go shopping together later, why don't I see you out for a stroll." Wei Yunfang still gave people a sense of no intention.

But the unscheming people should be among the 13 who disappeared, not among the 37 who survived intact.

The three women exchanged a knowing look with each other. None of them accepted other people's flowers, but they should all have their own candidates for sending flowers.

He Xiaoman's perception of these two women is neither good nor bad, including Jiang Mingyan and Gu Jingfu.

The female companion that Gu Jingfu found was never seen again.

He Xiaoman looked at his slightly honest smile, wondering if his female companion had been turned into a blooming flower by him like Yang Duanduan?

Taking advantage of the many people in the corridor, He Xiaoman rushed back to his room.

Even though he knew that the killer who targeted him had been cut off by Feng Che, He Xiaoman knew that she still couldn't take it lightly, she was different from others, she could survive her life to some extent, if He Xiaoman died, it would probably keep blooming in this small town right?

At noon, someone on the fourth floor completed the vegetalization again. It is enough to see this kind of flowers that bloom on people once. Che seemed to have smelled it, so the traveler came in and asked for a bowl of the same style.

"There are hard-plugged flowers on the street, you must be careful, because once the flower accepts the contract between you and this man, the contract between you and this man has already been formed. Even if you kill the flower-giver, it is just temporarily dormant the seed. When someone calls out the place where you vegetated first, the seeds will be awakened again, just like Yang Duanduan."

"You heard that too?"

Feng Che nodded with a gloomy expression: "The good days will end at midnight tonight."

"Dufu can run around casually?" He Xiaoman asked.

"Also...not completely able to go everywhere..." Feng Che frowned and pondered, as if thinking about how to express it more appropriately, He Xiaoman noticed with sharp eyes that his ears seemed to be gradually turning red.

It seems that it should not be a good thing.

"Hufu doesn't like unclean women, such as...uh...auntie, and...uh...a woman who was raped by that in a short time, so..."

He Xiaoman smiled "hehehe", it was rare for this person to be embarrassed, and what he said was so messed up, He Xiaoman had to guess for himself.

"It's like zombies hate garlic, garlic can't kill or restrain them, but it makes them avoid it when they have a choice because of their natural aversion, right?"

"Women who are menstruating and those who have had sex with people recently don't like them. Does that mean that men will be much safer than women when rot is rampant after twelve o'clock?"

Feng Che's ears were so red that they were about to bleed: "Men... are more dangerous."

"Why? There are also people who like to know men and go up to them, strong men lock men up, and men add men to men?" He Xiaoman was stunned.

"There are women in rotten people!" Feng Che almost shouted these few words.

He Xiaoman couldn't help laughing, it seemed that without the protection of his aunt, the boy had to protect himself even more.

She suddenly remembered that that night Feng Che performed various styles of carp jerks on her bed, and he had to pull He Xiaoman to make ambiguous noises together, and it turned out to be because he knew the habit of rot.

It turns out that Fufu is a relatively moral ghost, knowing not to destroy other people's good deeds.

"No, in that situation, men and women have strong yang qi, and rot is a ghost. They don't like to be in such an environment."

He Xiaoman finally understood what Feng Che meant.

Probably once the rotten smell appeared, the two of them continued to perform the previous scenes when the rotten smell came, hoping to get rid of the rotten rot.

"Then you will have to work harder, you are a senior, you have been battle-tested..." He Xiaoman gave out a bunch of high hats.

Unexpectedly, it caused Feng Che's classmate to run wild: "Why should I work so hard? Why have I been on the battlefield for a long time? Master Che's mother and child are single, white girls are not intrusive, and I am also a pure yellow-flowered big girl with flowers and thorns, okay?" ?”

The hour hand was getting closer to midnight, and the moment the fourth day was approaching, Feng Che made another volley at the door.

The familiar stench filled the entire second floor almost instantly.

Feng Che's eyes turned cold suddenly.

What the hell!

(End of this chapter)