The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

【Ah ah ah, senior is teasing me! ! 】

[Referee, report him for a foul! He seduces - seduces me! ! 】

[My God, how can you use this face to show such a foul expression? ? ? 】

[I'm bent, it's true. 】

…

Gu Jingshuang looked down at him.

There were some slight changes in his expression.

He had probably heard similar words countless times.

But never once, like this—

A small pebble is thrown into the deep sea, and no one has seen ripples in the deep sea, thinking it is eternally cold and silent.

Gu Jingshuang's brows, thick black eyelashes and pale cheeks, with a slight movement, fainted like ink.

"A lot of people have said the same thing."

Sunanzhi bent down and flipped over and over again in the painting, trying to find some clues.

"Yes?"

The silent corridor was very quiet, and Gu Jingshuang's camera made a "Zizi" sound of "God is watching you".

Sunanzhi made a big alarm. He was so busy running just now that he forgot the function of the camera.

If Gu Jingshuang saw the developed photos, wouldn't his identity be preserved?

Washing photos makes a soft sound.

Su Nanzhi's voice trembled a little: "Can I see the developed photos?"

He made a decision in his heart, as long as he got the photo, he would pretend to fall, hide the photo, and tell Gu Jingshuang that the photo was lost!

The idea was good, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Simple pupils can't hide things, and they can understand when they are full of thoughts.

Gu Jingshuang took off the camera, pressed the shutdown, and put it away.

"Fake. Just a normal camera."

"Eh??" Sunanzhi exclaimed.

Then I heard the system broadcast: "The host assisted the player to scare the evil spirits, and the atmosphere of terror has increased again! Host, please allow me to kneel down and call you a male god!"

Sunanzhi: "...Okay, okay~"

outside the game.

【fake? ? ? 】

[Gu Shen actually took a fake to deceive the skin ghost! 】

[Gu Shen, yyds! ! 】

[Don't say it's a ghost, I believe it! 】

[After all, it's Gu Shen, okay? Even if you pull out a fart and tell you that it's immortal, I'm afraid no one will doubt it. 】

[The minister agrees. 】

…

Sunanzhi heaved a sigh of relief.

On the one hand, keeping his identity allows him to relax temporarily, on the other hand, he also feels that Gu Jingshuang is unparalleled in intelligence.

"Sure enough, there is a reassuring power in you."

Gu Jingshuang: "…"

Ah.

·

In the dim light, Sunanzhi noticed some paintings with dried blood scattered.

It was a picture of Sleeping Beauty.

The young master in the picture is wearing pure white pajamas, with layers of intricate lotus leaves rippling like water.

The fingers resting lightly beside the bed were light and slender, and the delicate picture even painted the cherry blossoms on the nails.

The painting shows 12-year-old Sunan Zhi.

But still no face.

This painting has more mixed bloodstains than the others.

Just as Sunanzhi approached, she wanted to see clearly.

Suddenly, "Sleeping Beauty" suddenly appeared a face.

Before Su Nanzhi could see clearly, "Sleeping Beauty" suddenly opened her eyes, staring at him with dark eyes, and the hand hanging down in the picture grabbed him suddenly.

Before Sunanzhi could scream, she was already pulled into the painting.

"Bang!"

The bulky picture frame fell to the ground and let out a muffled groan.

Gu Jingshuang pursed her lips and heard a sound from the wall behind her: "Nanzhi junior...my senior..."

The skinny ghost chased after him.

Gu Jingshuang was not afraid at all, he said coldly: "Go away, don't let me say it a second time."

The painted skin ghost didn't seem to recognize the other party yet, and when he saw the aura around Gu Jingshuang's body, he quickly stepped back.

Hastily!

Why is this adult here?

very scary! very scary!

The Painted Ghosts rolled back to the wall, trying to shrink his sense of existence.

…

【This is God! 】

[In the sky and the world, only God is the only one! 】

[You can scare away the evil spirits with just one look, do you think it's not good? 】

[Don't worry about God, Senior Nan Zhi is gone! 】

·

"Hee hee, welcome... why is it you again?"

Before Sunanzhi could see her clearly, she felt a ribbon wrap around her eyes.

The opponent's movements are not heavy, but the whole body is very damp and smelly.

Sunan Zhixi: "Is it the brother in the studio?"

The ghost in the painting was stunned for a moment, then tied the opponent's eyes before saying, "...you can't move."

Su Nanzhi: "Do you need me to be a model?"

Ghost in the painting: "Hmm."

Su Nanzhi: "Why do you cover my eyes?"

The ghost in the painting sighed: "Because I can't see it."

So inspirational!

Sunanzhi was greatly moved, and it was not pitch black, but grayish white, and she could faintly see the thin shadow in front of her.

Blind artist, disabled and determined.

Should be wearing a big red flower on the chest!

But... can't see how to draw?

Su Nanzhi asked, "Then do you know what I look like?"

Ghost in the painting: "I don't know."

Su Nanzhi took the initiative to grab his hand and put it on her face: "Touch me."

The ghost in the painting was stunned, and the warmth from the palm of his hand was unfamiliar and familiar.

The beating pulse was wrapped in hot blood.

A simple and lovely person, a face and a smile gradually emerged in his heart.

Cold fingertips, lightly touched his outline, from top to bottom, touching delicate and soft lips.

Karst-like heat rose from the fingertips.

The ghost in the painting walked to the drawing board and asked, "What color are your lips?"

"It's the color of cherry blossoms." Sunan Zhi was pretty.

"Crack!" The ghost in the painting dropped his brush heavily, his face was strangely pale: "There is only black and white in my world!"

Sure enough, he was still mocking himself!

He will never see the cherry blossoms again!

He is blind.

His mentality has long been distorted, and he made a gesture to break Su Nanzhi's neck.

Then he heard Su Nanzhi say, "Where are your eyes?"

"...was dug up." The ghost in the painting slowly crouched down and looked at him, staring at him with his empty eye sockets, and gently brushed his slender chin with the tips of his fingers.

The fingertips are soft and delicate, and as long as the nails are hard, they can burst his blood vessels.

That must be the most beautiful rose color.

The ghost in the painting has a strange and bright smile on his face, and his hands are trying hard.

Suddenly, the person in the hand moved because of the itch.

The swaying little foot stretched out and kicked, and by coincidence, it hit his severed neck.

"Grumbling..."

The head rolled out, and it happened to be stuck on the pushpin.

Ghost in the painting: "…"

So **** hurts! !

System: "It's amazing my host, and successfully scared the dungeon boss! The atmosphere value has increased again!"

outside the game.

【Killing me! 】

【As expected of you! 】

[I feel distressed about the ghost in the painting for three seconds. 】

…

Finally, the ghost in the painting put his head on, and there was blood all over it.

Sunanzhi didn't know it, he reached out and grabbed the air, smiling happily.

But the ghost in the painting is not happy.

He wants the little thing in front of him to die!

"I think, you might need a pair of eyes!" Su Nanzhi said with a smile, and then she flashed a pair of eyes.

Ghost in the painting: ...Wait, let him die later, it doesn't matter!

Ten minutes later, a pair of prosthetic eyes fell into the hands of the ghost in the painting.

"In the future, you will be able to see the cherry blossoms." Su Nanzhi comforted.

In the painting, the ghost puts the artificial eye into the eye socket, and in the darkness, a figure slowly appears.

He could see the boy in front of him.

What will he be like?

Eye pupils like galaxy diamonds? Dewy rose lips?

The ghost in the painting slowly opened his eyes.

The vagueness gathered again, and in the darkness, the boy was as white as a ray of light.

The white hair band is lightly attached to the eyes, vaguely outlines the gentle and moving eyebrows, the outline is soft, but it is delicate everywhere.

this face...

this face!

It will never disappear from the bottom of my heart! !

"It's you! It's you!" The tense nerves broke in an instant, and Su Nanzhi tilted her head, but she didn't know that the ghost was laughing wildly. throat.

"I'm going to tear your face off!"

Only then did Su Nanzhi realize that something was wrong. He was about to run, but the hairband in front of him successfully blocked his vision. He took two steps and tripped over.

Severe pain swept over, his face was pale, and the pain was about to pass out.

The scene in front of him gradually distorted and turned white.

In that instant, he saw the future.

The boy in white with a ferocious face cast a curse.

He held a hatchet, red eyes like a ghost, and smashed his face over and over again.

At this time, Wang Xingzhi, who came here, was very sad, holding his corpse in tears.

Said he would take him out.

…

The pain spread all over his body, and Su Nanzhi's whole body was the same as being fished out of water. He took a deep breath, and with the animal's keen intuition, rolled to the side twice.

Su Nanzhi took off the straps on her eyes and threw them down: "Do you know me?"

"..." The ghost in the painting moved his mouth, but Sunanzhi couldn't hear his voice clearly, and there was a violent "boom" that almost deafened Sunanzhi's ears.

The cramped darkness was brought to an end by the light projected in.

As the stone wall fell down, the studio was divided.

In the duel between light and shadow, the ghost in the painting is on the other side, and Sunanzhi is on the other side.

The ghost face in the painting is a frantic smile, blood and tears are endless.

He faintly disappeared into the darkness.

But at this time, Su Nanzhi saw his body shape and appearance clearly.

The 18-year-old boy was immature, with a soft outline somewhat similar to his.

Before waiting for more information, Su Nanzhi heard a call in her ear.

"Are you all right?"

Sunanzhi looked over.

In the backlight, Gu Jingshuang and Wang Xingzhi stood side by side.

Black hair flutters, and his expression is calm.

Wang Xingzhi is like a hero.

"It is you!"

Gu Jingshuang's eyes were bent, and she saw the young man pounce... and then hugged Wang Xingzhi next to him.

Gu Jingshuang's face sank: "..."

Wang Xingzhi was also flustered, the whole person seemed to be stuck, and he could talk well on weekdays, and he was weird with Sunanzhi, but at this moment, when the young man flew up, he had a strange feeling.

The boy is very light, stickier than expected, like a candy bar.

She is smart and lively on weekdays, but at this time her eyes are flushed and wet.

Visible, cried, was scared to cry.

Do big guys and trumpeters cry like this?

Wang Xingzhi thought.

He is also mortal, and he has fears too.

He is also human and has not yet reached the realm of God.

The tip of Wang Xingzhi's ear was dyed a little red, and he put the boy down.

The young man looked at him with bright almond eyes, the end of his eyes was heavy, and his eyelashes were wet and glued together, so pitiful.

Wang Xingzhi touched the tip of his lower teeth: "It's me."

"Thank you." The boy's sincere enthusiasm made Wang Xingzhi panic and at a loss.

At the beginning of tit-for-tat, at this point, Wang Xingzhi is more and more confused about Sunanzhi's intentions.

"Cough..." Gu Jingshuang coughed twice, her face pale.

In his hand was an antique pocket watch that pointed to exactly five o'clock.

"go in."

He didn't look at Su Nanzhi, his drooping eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. The other was stuck in his clothes pocket, and Sakura's special lollipop was crushed.

Two hours have passed since the appearance of the Painted Ghosts.

"It's basically safe now, and it will be difficult for ghosts to move before night." Wang Xingzhi said that the boy was close, and his body smelled of sweet milk and flowers.

He put aside the complicated emotions in his mind, put down the heavy hammer in his hand, and said, "Go in and see if there are any clues to clear the customs."

Su Nanzhi looked at his suddenly tall back and felt incredible.

Wang Xingzhi is so good to him, maybe following him, he can really get out alive!

But... why does the ghost in the painting hate him so much?

Even the moment he saw him, he wanted to kill him?