National Online Games: I am really a mage

But in the next second, Song Yang's body froze in place.

"Song Dashao, I am waiting for all the flowers you are waiting for!"

At this time, in the living room, Mo Yan was wearing a half-covered mask and sitting on the dining table with a mouth full of blood.

At the table is a plate of steak cooked and a glass of red wine.

Red blood spills over the skin of the steak, the result of the beef not being cooked.

Mo Yan and the others were hungry and found that there was a top-quality steak in the refrigerator, so they fried a piece by themselves.

Top steak, he hadn't eaten in a long time.

In the past life, since the game completely invaded reality, the living space of human beings has been completely shrunk again and again.

Survival is a problem, let alone a scarce resource like steak.

It's all about eating the flesh of alien creatures.

Sometimes it is even eaten raw.

The top steak in front of you, made into a medium-cooked steak, tastes just right.

The meat is very tender, and there is a lot of moisture in it, which fully reflects the meat quality of the steak.

When Song Yang saw Mo Yan, his pupils shrank and he said vigilantly: "Who are you?" Saying

that, Song Yang put down Mu Qing on his shoulder, his eyes searching for something.

Mo Yan looked Song Yang up and down.

He shoved another steak into his mouth.

After the steak was in the mouth, the juice in the steak meat, mixed with a trace of blood, overflowed from the corner of Mo Yan's mouth.

"No need to look for it, your bodyguard has already been solved by me! Now in the entire roof garden, only the two of us are still awake.

"And, don't think about escaping, you can't escape." Since I came, I made all the preparations.

"If you don't believe it, you can try!"

When the words fell, the steel fork in his hand disappeared instantly.

Song Yang only felt that the black shadow in front of his eyes flashed.

A strong wind blew in my ears.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

Song Yang's pupils shrank and slowly turned his head.

I saw a steel fork inserted on the wall on the left side.

It also had oil and blood stains.

It was the one that Mo Yan used just now.

Song Yang bore the brunt of the attack, feeling a chill rising above his head.

His face changed again and again.

Busy turned his head and looked at Mo Yan in horror.

To be able to insert a steel fork into the wall, how strong is this.

If this is inserted into oneself, the consequences are unimaginable.

......

Song Yang took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and said in a deep voice: "You, you, what are you doing here?"

Mo Yan raised the wine glass and drank the wine unhurriedly, only then said playfully: "Looking for you to borrow something!"

After Song Yang listened, he only felt a cold chill in his neck.

A cold aura went straight from the top of the head to the whole body.

These words made him think of something instantly, trembling all over, and said fearfully: "Sun Long sent you to kill me?" I can double the price! "

Mo Yan: .

. He just wanted to say borrow money.

Why did this guy react so much?

Where did this Nima go!

Persecuted paranoia?

What kind of society is it now?

Moreover, Who is Sun Long?

Mo Yan frowned, just wanted to reiterate the explanation.

But the moment the words came out, an idea popped up in my mind.

Why not take advantage of it?

"Oh, how much can you come out?"

Song Yang was immediately relieved in his heart when he heard this, and it seemed that he was still chatting.

Some chats well, but those who don't talk will come up and give him a shuttle.

Facing Mo Yan's inquiry, Song Yang quickly spoke, "One hundred... No, three million. As long as you release me, I will give you three million!

After Song Yang finished speaking, he looked at Mo Yan cautiously, for fear that the other party would dislike the low price, and took out his weapon to give him a shuttle.

But in the next second, Mo Yan's reply made Song Yang give up.

"Yes, I want cash or gold bars, right now!"

Song Yang: ......

Are the current killers so talkative?

What about the killer's principle?

He originally thought about how to persuade the other party next and give up killing him.

And give him the whole thing?

What about playing?

But anyway, the results are good.

Song Yang hurriedly said, "No problem, no problem." I have cash. Behind the cabinet in my study, there was a dark room with a million dollars in cash and a batch of gold bars. You can take it!

Mo Yan glanced at Song Yang in surprise, and then glanced at the location of the study.

But he walked around the room and found no problem with the study.

I didn't expect that there was a dark room.

"Yes!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yan stood up and walked slowly towards Song Yang.

Song Yang's eyes shrunk, and sweat faintly appeared on his forehead.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Mo Yan still didn't say a word, came to Song Yang, and then bowed down.

A finger fiercely pointed at Mu Qing's neck sleeping acupoint.

Mu Qing, who was originally curled up on one side, unconsciously stroked his Mu Qing with both hands.

In the next second, as soon as the movement froze, he passed out.

Let him fall asleep first, and then deal with Mu Qing after dealing with Song Yang.

This is Mo Yan's idea.

But his mouth said coldly:

"This woman is in the way." Lead the way now! "

To do a full set of plays, killers, there must be the coldness of killers."

At the same time, Mo Yan's series of operations were also deterring Song Yang.

Sure enough, Song Yang saw that Mo Yan had subdued Mu Qing, who had a medicinal attack, and the danger level of Mo Yan in his heart was raised again.

"Good!"

Without asking what means he did to Mu Qing, he hurriedly replied, and took the lead in walking towards the study.

But at the moment of turning his back, the panic in Song Yang's eyes faded, replaced by an inexplicable coldness.

Song Yang, as a rich second generation who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is already constantly calculating in his heart at this time, how to kill Mo Yan in a while.

The reason why he said the study room is because under the desk in the study, there is a big killing weapon hidden.

As long as you get it, the situation in front of you can be broken.

Moreover, he instantly thought of Mu Qing's handling method.

The killer invaded and killed Mu Qing by mistake, and he Song Yang acted as a victim.

Even if something happens, the Mu family has no reason to make a move on him, everything is so perfect!

Thinking so, the sense of crisis in my heart disappeared, and my feet were brisk.

Mo Yan, who followed behind, turned the corners of his mouth up.

Although he didn't know Song Yang's little Jiujiu, he was also careful in his heart.

This Song Yang agreed too cheerfully, but it caused Mo Yan's wariness.

Although Song Yang's expression was well hidden, his physical instincts could not be concealed.

It stands to reason that Song Yang at this time should be trembling subconsciously, or cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck, constantly thinking about how to get out.

But now the reality is.

Song Yang's footsteps walking in front gradually stabilized.

The body also lost the instinctive trembling just now.

There are only two possibilities for this.

Or, the other party is life and death down.

Or, the other party wants to be a demon!

Mo Yan blindly guessed the latter.

But Mo Yan did not debunk it, before seeing the benefits, Song Yang still had use value.

The two of them came to the study with their own thoughts.

Song Yang slowly walked to the bookshelf and reached out to pull out the books on the left side of the third row of bookshelf.

In the next second, the bookshelf split in two and slowly moved away to the sides.

The space inside is exposed.

Inside is a space about ten square meters in size.

Rows of shelves are placed in the space.

Stacks of banknotes and golden bricks are piled on the shelves, all of which show the smell of money.

"As long as you don't kill me, it's all yours."

Song Yang said while quietly touching the position under the desk.

In the next second, a touch of icy touch came from the fingertips.

Song Yang's spirit was shocked.

Pregnant!

At the moment, he could no longer control the expression on his face, and his face showed an expression of victory.