The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

Wang San and Li Si exclaimed: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

Li Si rushed over, his eyes were full of madness, and he laughed grimly: "Hahaha, as long as you press the exit button, I will send it! Bye bye Wang San, I blame you for being so stupid!"

He grabbed the diary, and the beauty in the painting, which had lost the moonlight, shook twice and gradually disappeared.

At the same time, Li Si pressed the exit button...

"Hahaha, what a broken game, I will never come in again!"

Li Si had already seen Ronghua Fugui waving to him, he closed his eyes and waited for the belated pain.

If you quit for the first time, you will enjoy the pain of shattering your bones.

But... the pain didn't come.

Li Si opened his eyes, but what he saw was Monday's **** face.

Painted Skin Devil Monday held a pencil sharpener in his hand, his lips frantically drawn to the sides.

"Jie Jie Jie... I can't quit here for the time being~"

…

[There is a bug in the copy, or is it that the ghost in the painting has gone against the sky? Can you manipulate time and control access? ? ? Exiting in the dungeon is the rule of God, right? Can the ghost in the painting still surpass God? 】

[…If it is said that they are not in the copy of the rules by now? 】

[Stupid upstairs? 】

【? ? ? 】

…

After finishing speaking, Li Si saw Wang San who was skewered.

The brush pierced from under the king's three bodies, like a grilled fish, through the internal organs, and finally pierced out of the mouth.

Especially the tongue, which was stabbed to pieces.

As if to punish them for their blunders.

"Ahhhh-"

…

[Although the skin ghost is quite scary, he is actually avenging the goose, right? 】

[Agree, the two just now bullied Senior Nanzhi many times! 】

[Crying with fright, it's too disgusting to stick people with brushes...]

…

Li Shishi screamed, his calf trembled, he just took two steps, his hamstrings twitched, he threw forward and fell out.

The diary in his hand slipped out of his arms and fell under the chest of drawers in the house. Li Si wanted to reach for it, but felt that he was being tugged on his feet.

With a ferocious smile on Monday, he dragged the person back alive.

"look."

On Monday, he put a pencil sharpener under Li Si's eyelids, and his **** face was strangely obsessed.

"This is the protective weapon that the junior gave me. Don't look at this as just a pencil sharpener, but there is a relationship between me and the senior..."

Who the **** wants to listen to a relationship you had during this life and death? ? ?

Li Si, a big man, was crying with snot and tears.

"Monday, let me go! I can give you money, as much as you want! When I sell that rare diary, I can earn millions! On Monday, brother was good to you before... Monday, Just look at our relationship and let me go!"

Monday frowned, with a very impatient look on his face.

He tilted his head, his eyelids drooped down, the ends of his eyes were raised high, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down.

His honest and honest face was grayish-white, and at the same time, he had a cold and demonic feeling, which made him look even better.

Except for the bad character.

"...Your mother never taught you not to interrupt others when they're talking? I'm talking about my dear junior, why are you interrupting? I see, it must be because you have too much talk..."

"...Then cut it off!"

Monday grabbed the man's neck.

The pencil sharpener in his hand suddenly became bigger, and on Monday, he stuffed the disobedient child into it, and cut off his lips little by little...

[Vogh... so scary! ! 】

[Hmm... The beauty under the moon seems to be a bit like Senior Nanzhi? ? ? 】

[Hey, just seeing a **** nose, you feel like Senior Nanzhi? ? ? Do not ky, civilized everyone. 】

In the wailing of Li Si.

Zhou Yi held his cheek with one hand, and his face was intoxicated: "Ah, look, the pencil sharpener that my predecessors gave me is very useful. Next, I will cut off your nose and facial features~"

"Ah ah ah ah-" Li Si's voice gradually weakened.

He became a **** roll of toilet paper, and finally turned into a pool of blood.

…

[Mom, I'm scared to pee! So that's how the brush and sharpener are used? ? ? ? 】

[Sick and loyal dog, yyds! ! 】

…

"No one can bully senior... He is mine! He is mine!!" At the end, Monday was extremely happy.

His eyes fell under the chest of drawers, and he took out a thin diary.

Every page of the journal is slippery and thin.

"Hey... How did the person who looked a bit like Nanzhi's junior just now come out?"

The internal organs were squeezed out, and there was only a piece of paper left in the brain, and it was impossible to think about problems that were too profound.

In his mind, he looks similar to Sunanzhi, and rounded up is the junior Nanzhi.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the diary.

what.

He ate the senior.

Flesh fused together.

What a wonderful thing this is!

Monday twisted, wrapped his arms around his body, flushed and enjoyed himself.

"Senior, senior... where are you?"

"Senior... I love you the most."

Putting his face against the wall on Monday, he heard Su Nanzhi's low breathing.

"I found... my junior."

…

Sunanzhi, Gu Jingshuang, and Wang Xingzhi were in the corridor on the second floor.

The wall clock rang twelve times, "dong, dong, dong".

"It's early in the morning?" Su Nanzhi snapped her fingers and counted it twelve times: "I clearly remember that it was afternoon when I came back."

Gu Jingshuang nodded: "The grudge in the painting directly interferes with time."

This is an affirmative sentence.

Wang Xingzhi was shocked: "Isn't the ghost unable to interfere with the passage of time?"

"Heh." Gu Jingshuang is always that icy cold, with a calmness that understands everything.

"I don't know."

Wang Xingzhi turned to look at Sunanzhi, trying to get something out of his mouth.

As a result, Sunanzhi looked bewildered.

"Ah, is that so?"

Watery big eyes make life not a bit angry.

"…"

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Grass mud horse!

Did you two come here for your honeymoon?

Wang Xingzhi, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Since entering the copy, he has been diligent and diligent.

Although his character is gradually bad, but in this era when life is hanging on the waist of his pants, he has been working hard to earn money, clear customs, and wait for the final judgment to return to the world.

For the first time, he saw two players who had dungeons equal to travel.

Is this... the boss?

Wang Xingzhi said that he was shocked by 10,000 points.

At the same time, a sharp voice appeared in Sunanzhi's mind.

"Congratulations to the host for achieving the [Sick Love] [Successful Spiritual Deterrence] player and other achievements, the atmosphere value is 60, you are really a little genius, host!!"

Sunanzhi: ? ? ?

But he really didn't do anything.

Wang Xingzhi felt tired as he sang a one-man show.

He scratched his face: "...Are you two joking with me?"

Sunanzhi could read his unhappiness from his expression.

Afraid that the other party would hate him, he hurriedly said, "No! Really no joke!"

"Yeah." Gu Jingshuang chuckled and agreed.

He even reached out and touched Su Nanzhi's head as if to praise him.

Sunanzhi: ?

Wang Xingzhi: "…"

I'm just a little bit tired with a **** billion.

He hates that he is not a pig teammate, and the two in front of him can't be killed!

"Quack quack..." Outside the corridor window, four crows flew over at some unknown time.

Su Nanzhi was surprised, crushed half a pack of scallion-flavored compressed biscuits, and threw them to the crow.

However, they found that the crows were motionless, and their red and black eyes stared straight at the three of them.

Sunanzhi glared at them.

With deep emotion, he said, "The crow's eyes are so small."

[God he-mom's eyes are so small! 】

[Goose, do you know that someone next door has already been made into mutton skewers! ! 】

【As expected of you! 】

…

"In horror games, crows are not mascots." Wang Xingzhi just thought about it.

Suddenly, the whole floor shook.

The old and dusty floor suddenly twisted, and Su Nanzhi's eyes widened. With the surging waves on the floor, he almost flew out of the window, but fortunately he reached out and grabbed the railing.

Under the light in front of him, the floor "crackled", revealing the paintings hidden in the cracks in the ground.

Hundreds of faceless people in the painting came out step by step, and tons of sticky paint fell with each step.

Wang Xingzhi stretched out his hand, and as soon as he touched the paint, he felt a pain in his heart.

"Face...I want your face!"

The faceless ghosts screamed and opened their mouths, trying to tear off the face of the person in front of them.

"Quack..." The crow flapped its wings and flew towards him.

In an instant, Sunanzhi felt dark in front of her.

The sound of "Gada, Gada" came from the ear, and the lights gradually rose.

Four or five faceless paint people, tilted their heads blankly, all stared at him.

"woke up?"

"woke up."

"Ah!" Su Nanzhi was taken aback when a few blurred faces came close, but the Pigman looked pretty cute except that he didn't have a face.

Sunanzhi shrank inwards, and immediately realized that she was no longer on the second floor.

This is his former room.

He was on the bed, sprinkled with black roses, and the veil was tied with skulls.

The bed is covered with layers of goose down, soft and delicate, and when you lie down, it sinks deep into it, like a womb that nurtures life.

Not far in front of him, there are painting tools.

Brushes and paints of various colors were lined up, facing his direction, with a large drawing board and several paintings.

Sunanzhi glanced quietly.

One of the paintings, which he had seen before, was a front view of the castle, with blue sky and white clouds. The upper left corner was hidden by a single rose flower. The Sleeping Beauty in the painting was nervous and full of fantasies about life—that was the only one. It is not a painting based on Sunanzhi.

And on the other.

The boy's snow-white accordion pleated shirt was full of blood, black and red roses were sprinkled all over the pure white big bed, and there was still no face on the painting - it was himself.

Sunanzhi realized.

He swallowed and tried to get out of bed. But at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Hehe, you can't move."

In the light and shadow in the corner of the wall, a figure appeared like a split.