Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

On the table.

Yan Jun and Ning Xue sat opposite each other, and there were two plates of Yangzhou Fried Rice with all the flavors and flavors on the table.

Lafite opened in 1982, and the mellow aroma of red wine instantly penetrated into their noses and mouths.

"Cheers!" Yan Jun raised his glass.

"Cheers!" Ning Xue smiled lightly.

Ding!

Two transparent glass wine glasses touched each other gently, and a crisp sound sounded.

Click!

Just as the two were about to drink the glass of red wine, a crack appeared in the glass in Ning Xue's hand.

The cracks are spreading like vines!

"ah!"

Ning Xue let out a soft cry and let go of her right hand like lightning.

Whoa whoa whoa!

The red wine glass shattered instantly, and dozens of pieces of glass fell on the table.

The dark red wine flowed freely on the table, and against the background of the light, there was a strange luster, like blood on a human body.

Ning Xue's eyelashes flickered slightly, looking at the glass shards on the table, her pupils shrank suddenly, the originally happy mood suddenly disappeared without a trace, followed by full of loss and fear.

With the strength of the two toasts just now, it is impossible to smash the wine glass, and the only explanation is...

Death is coming!

Death is staring at him!

In the square today, although Yan Jun saved his life in a very dangerous situation, the god of death obviously did not give up.

The three-day countdown to death, and now even the first day has not passed, I may have another accident anytime, anywhere.

Thinking of this, Ning Xue smiled sadly and looked sad.

Could it be that I have just tasted the taste of love, will I be separated from Yan Jun forever?

at the same time.

Hundreds of millions of netizens in Yan Jun's live broadcast room were also terrified by this sudden scene.

"What's the matter with this Nima? Is this wine glass of such poor quality?"

"It's not that the quality of the wine glass is poor, it's likely that the god of death is eyeing Miss Ning Xue again!"

"The red wine glass shattered, and the wine flowed all over the table. It looked like blood on a human body. I have a very bad guess. This should be the way Ning Xue died!"

"Damn it! Don't, such an understanding young lady, the god of death, you have the kind of way to come at me!!"

"Don't even let people eat well, this god of death is too dog, isn't it?"

"It's rare for Yan Jun and Ning Xue to enjoy a quiet moment, alas!"

"Brother Jun, why are you still stunned! MD is on the line with the god of death! Save the little sister!"

Two lines of clear tears shed.

Ning Xue stared blankly at Yan Jun, but she stopped talking.

And Yan Jun kept a cold face and said nothing after his eyelids twitched at the moment the wine glass shattered.

"Yan Jun, if I suddenly..."

"Don't worry, it's alright!"

Yan Jun looked at Ning Xue with a warm smile on his handsome face. He first handed her a tissue, and then picked up the glass fragments and drinks on the table.

After a while, Yan Jun sat next to Ning Xue and poured her a glass of red wine again.

"cheers!"

Ning Xue stared at Yan Jun, who was calm at the moment, encouraging herself with his eyes, and an inexplicable sense of security surged in his heart. He immediately raised his glass and whispered, "Cheers."

Yan Jun drank it all.

Ning Xue took a sip.

"Eat first! As I said, the god of death is a clown who hides in a dark corner. I won't let her hurt you in the slightest."

"Yan Jun...I believe in you!" Ning Xue's beautiful eyes were faintly filled with tears.

Yan Jun took a mouthful of fried rice, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Open the system panel!"

"Ding! The system panel is on!"

Host: Yan Jun.

Age: Twenty-three.

Constitution: 86.

Items: Lucky Capsules (two) Merit Points: 68 points.

Yan Jun nodded, still quite satisfied with this merit point.

Although the world has undergone drastic changes, and many people die unexpectedly every day, there are very few people who can trigger the omen of death. Part of it, after subtracting some of these people who didn't see Yan Jun's live broadcast, there's not much left.

"System, I want to draw a lottery!"

"Ding! Lucky 10 consecutive draws are on, consuming 10 merit points!"

The sound of the system machinery resounded in his mind.

Immediately, a virtual turntable appeared in front of Yan Jun's eyes, and the pointer quickly turned.

"Ding! Thank you for your patronage, and wish the host good luck next time!"

"Ding! Thank you for your patronage, and wish the host good luck next time!"

...

Nine times in a row, all thanks to the patronage, Yan Jun's heart was full of anger, and he almost couldn't help but slap the table and curse his mother.

This enemy of death system is good everywhere, but the lottery is too tricky, and it is even worse than a certain game company.

Tenth time!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the skill 'Eye of Supervision' (24 hours)!"

The anger in Yan Jun's heart finally calmed down a little, but he was still extremely unhappy, just wasting 9 merit points, blood loss!

"System, didn't you say that after I take the lucky capsule, my luck value will reach a peak? Why is the lottery face still so dark?"

Yan Jun asked suspiciously in his mind.

"Host, this system exists independently and is not bound by the rules of heaven and earth. Your own luck value cannot have any impact on this system. The probability of winning the lucky ten consecutive draws is actually not high."

"That's called a lucky ten draw? Why don't you just change it to a fool for ten draws?"

"Sorry, the host does not have the right to change the name of this system!"

"Gan!"

Yan Jun cursed bitterly, and then asked, "What kind of skill is this 'Eye of Supervision'?"

"After the host opens the 'eye of supervision', he can see the number on the top of any person's head. This number represents the countdown to his (her) life."

Yan Jun's eyes suddenly lit up, this skill is so good!

Okay, this lottery is not a big loss.

"Has the host turned on the 'Eye of Monitoring'?" the system asked.

"Turn on!"

In an instant, a dazzling golden light flashed in front of Yan Jun's eyes, and this golden light instantly penetrated into his pupils.

Yan Jun closed his eyes subconsciously.

Opening his eyes again, Yan Jun stared at Ning Xue with a burning gaze. The Arabic numerals floating on the other side's head made him tremble slightly.

"What's wrong?"

After feeling Yan Jun's fiery gaze, Ning Xue turned her head slightly in surprise, with a grain of golden rice on the corner of her mouth, looking a little cute.

Yan Jun pointed to the corner of his mouth.

"ah!"

Only then did Ning Xue react, her face flushed instantly, and she quickly turned her head away.

"Hate, don't laugh at me!"

"Okay, I won't laugh." Yan Jun said so, but his laughter never stopped.

"Yan Jun, you are so annoying! Don't laugh anymore!"

Ning Xue embarrassed herself in front of the person she liked, and was laughed at. She felt ashamed and fell on Yan Jun's shoulder like a rain of pink fists.