The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

"I'll be free from injury for ten minutes, no matter how the devil attacks me?" Su Nanzhi whispered to the system.

The system looked at Su Nanzhi with a very reliable look, and felt that he was a **** genius.

System: "Yes! It is effective to avoid injury within ten minutes, and the host will not feel any pain."

"Okay~" Su Nanzhi felt cheated: "But didn't you say at the beginning that you would continue to avoid injuries?"

The system explained: "Because this is the world in the painting, the flow rate is different from the normal world, so the usage time is limited."

Sunanzhi was helpless: "Okay~"

It took a few minutes to open the door over there, and they have already left, Su Nanzhi thought, rushing over to open the door now, it should be too late.

But soon, he realized serious problems.

Injury free = no pain.

No pain ≠ no death.

If the ghost in the painting wanted to kill him, he would have no resistance.

Just figured it out, the ghost in the painting really ran wild.

"Kill you!"

"Dear little prince, only by killing you will you obediently accompany me here!"

talking.

The paint villains, the sculptures with axes, even those paintings and gates, all turned around and looked at Su Nanzhi.

"Boom—" The sculpture held the axe and fell heavily.

"Squeak--" Pigment villain bared his teeth and looked hideous.

"Bangdang-" The door opened and closed, as if to inhale him.

Sunanzhi got up, wiped her face, and was about to run towards the door when a long golden chain came out and wrapped around his slender ankle.

The chain was pulled fiercely, and one end got into the paint, not knowing where the source was.

Su Nanzhi fell on the soft paint, and the paint villain rushed up and grabbed his snow-white wrists and ankles.

The resentful ghost in the painting was very satisfied and laughed: "Come, drink it, and stay with me forever."

The sculpture held an axe, smashed his head happily, took out half a cup of white liquid, and the paint man walked over with his short legs and carried the liquid.

He looked at the cup, looked at Sunanzhi, and pretended to feed him.

In the painting, the resentful ghost scratched his cheek frantically and almost pulled out the prosthetic eye.

He stared at the snow-white liquid and swallowed.

"His Royal Highness, drink it."

"Drink it and you're mine."

"I thought about it, it's better to melt you into the painting than into my body! Your body is my body, and I can kiss your cheek when I bow my head!"

"No one in the world can separate us anymore!"

"Hahahahahaha! It's wonderful!"

He held up the rare item and smelled it: "Do you know what this is?"

Sunanzhi shook her head.

I tried to untie the golden chain, but the chain didn't know where it was attached, and it didn't move at all.

"I don't like drinking crap."

Sunan Zhizhi was full of anger.

I don't know how long the white drink has been kept.

Drinking expired drinks will make your stomach upset!

And there is no time.

Injury-free is almost over!

The system prompts: "There is still one minute to avoid injury, and the countdown is entering. 60, 59, 58..."

Sunanzhi was afraid of pain.

He struggled twice, and was tied down again.

The resentful ghost in the painting narrowed his eyes and said, "This is what your perverted adoptive father prepared for you. It only takes a little bit to remove the soul from a person. How wonderful."

Adoptive father…

The gentle adoptive father, the murderous adoptive father, the adoptive father who painted for him, the adoptive father who made medicine... After spending so many years together, why is the image of the adoptive father in his mind fading little by little.

Suddenly, Sunanzhi realized.

He couldn't remember the face of his adoptive father.

The adoptive father in my memory has no face!

Yes, there is only one man with the word "Foster Father" on it.

Sunanzhi's tears "swiped" down.

He looked beautiful when he cried, his pupils were moist and clear, like a starry sky - reflected in the lake where fireflies and water lilies were sleeping on a summer night.

In this way, he makes the ghost in the painting more obsessed.

"You are beautiful. You are really beautiful."

"Come on, drink it."

Cow-milk-colored nectar was raised before him.

Thick-thick, with a hint of milky aroma.

But it was poisonous, and Su Nanzhi didn't know what would happen if she drank it. What kind of mood did the adoptive father hold to carefully create such a thing after his death?

In the painting, the ghost is holding his chin with his hand, the glass eyes are staring at him, and the other ghost faces are singing happily.

"Drink it, and I will eat your soul again. From now on, we will share a body and be together forever!"

The madness in the depths of his pupils swept over.

Milk-white-colored nectar, especially for Sunanzhi's face.

Slightly red eyes, moist and sticky-wet eyelashes, pure and lustful.

"...30, 29..."

Su Nanzhi twitched her lower eyelashes and stared at the ghost in the painting: "Did you die because you replaced me?"

"…"

When the delicate cup was brought to Sunanzhi's lips, it stopped.

The resentful ghost in the painting frowned, and there was a hint of pain in his expression.

"8...7...6..."

The sound of the system in my head was faint.

Sunanzhi looked up at the roof, waiting for the pain to strike.

The demon painted on the roof stretched out his hand like an angel, greedily trying to catch the light.

Su Nanzhi closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and the teardrops from the end of her eyes slowly ran down her cheeks.

"…no."

Sunanzhi heard a long and ethereal voice.

The resentful ghost in the painting repeated it again: "I died because of you, but not because of you."

The eyes of the resentful ghosts in the painting became more and more crazy and greedy. The glass bead eyes locked the boy tightly, and he wanted to swallow his bones to his soul.

Just as the ghost in the painting moves further.

In an instant, the wind grew louder, and the whistling sound made a roar in Su Nanzhi's ears.

For a moment nothing was heard.

The hot paint turned into a thick mist, and Su Nanzhi couldn't see anything when he opened his eyes.

"3...2..."

"boom!"

Sunanzhi's eardrums were sore and numb, and he saw two shadows in the thick "rain of blood".

·

"Who!"

The resentful ghost in the painting feels the pressure deep into the bone marrow.

Fear is etched into the DNA.

In the scarlet fog.

The man had a black lined collar and trousers wrapped around his two slender thighs.

In the turbulent wind, his dark blue hair is meticulous, and his eyes are smiling.

He is like the ruler of the dark night. When he raises his hand, everything grows and everything annihilates.

"You made him cry."

is an affirmative sentence.

A word weighs a thousand pounds.

Resentful ghost in the painting: "Humans who are not afraid of death..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked at the person on the other side.

All the grimace on his body turned into fear.

"It's him!"

"Wuwuwu, how could it be him?"

"Fuck, why is your lord here???"

The ghost in the painting reacted.

Made.

disturb.

When he rolled and rolled away, he looked back at Su Nanzhi.

Heart silently affectionate.

"Tonight, I will come to your bedside and kiss your fragility, dear little prince..."

Everything around him quickly retreated.

The sky is full of blood and blood, condensing and falling.

Sunanzhi was good at protecting her head, and the paint fell from a height, hitting her wrist a little harder.

After losing the immunity, the pain struck again.

Sunanzhi's tears fell uncontrollably.

ow.

When it rains, mortals can stop crying.

·

"Crash..."

The roar of the paint rain became much louder, but the rain above his head stopped.

He looked up.

An umbrella appeared overhead.

transparent.

Cannonball-like paint exploded on the umbrella.

Like a blooming chrysanthemum - flower.

"what-"

With tears in her eyes, Sunanzhi leaned back.

The soft body pulls out a nice arc.

The flowers bloomed by the paint, one or two, covered the umbrella surface.

Looking back from the umbrella, his body swayed.

It hit the back of the body.

Cold, upright, with dry bones still a bit mushy.

Umbrella in one hand.

The same cold, skinny hand supported him.

His fingertips brushed the tears in the corners of his eyes.

The blood rained to the sky, and the roar was bursting.

The little prince and the big devil stared at each other for a long time.

·

【Ah ah ah ah ah! ! 】

【Mom, I want to draw this! ! 】【Knocked up! hit it! 】

[Wuwuwu, what kind of fairy CP is this! 】

[Quickly smash me to help the two of you! ! 】

[Mom will go to krypton gold now, isn't it just money? Mom has it! The beggar system is great, and you can draw this SSR gold card picture woohoo! ! 】

…

at the same time.

The ice goddess who had previously claimed to enter the game appeared with her colleagues.

【Ding dong! When an aircraft is detected, please wear a level 3 helmet on your dog's head to avoid falling into a box. 】

[Highlight reminder in the live broadcast room: Zhou Bingbing and Shen Cheng are about to take off! 】

【3…2…1! Wuhu takes off! 】

Excited in the live broadcast.

【what? Isn't the game over? Ice goddess, what are they going in for? 】

[Pay attention to the progress bar, they... just left the inner world...]

【I always love the ice goddess! ! 】

[The heart of the succubus, the eternal god! ! 】

[For the ice goddess, I rushed! ! 】

…

outside the game.

Zhou Bingbing and Shen Cheng put various props in the bag.

The SSR Succubus Heart was carefully hung around her neck by her.

SSR items are not easy to drop. Shen Cheng has been struggling in the game for many years, but he has not gotten a single one.

He was yin and yang strangely: "This time it all depends on your succubus heart. I heard that Gu Shen is also in it. If you can charm Gu Shen, that's really wonderful!"

The implication is that without a succubus heart, you are a piece of garbage.

How could Zhou Bingbing not hear it, but she didn't like to care about fools.

"Gu Shen?" Zhou Bingbing stroked the succubus' heart on his neck, a smug smile hanging on the corner of his lips.

Gu Jingshuang is not only a rare beautiful man in the world, but also the only man who has cleared all the dungeons.

His fame is known to everyone in the game.

Similarly, no one knows, no one knows, there is another person, the BOSS.

The purpose of Zhou Bingbing's trip is precisely for the boss.

"If Gu Shen is here, maybe it won't make me so hard." Zhou Bingbing touched the heart of the succubus with his finger, and his eyes became coquettish.

Shen Cheng's mind was swaying for a moment, and he quickly pinched his big leg to wake himself up and said, "It's all my own people, what's the show? Don't forget the real purpose of the boss letting us enter the dungeon!"

"Hey! I won't forget it, I really don't understand, what good things can be in this ordinary copy?"

Originally, the two of them had other tasks and were temporarily transferred by the organization.

Ask the two of them to find a special kind of drawing paper in "The Resentful Ghost in the Painting".

I heard that this kind of drawing paper has special abilities. As for the specifics, they don't know.

In their hearts, they vaguely felt that it should be a god-level SSR life-saving tool, which is why the organization attaches so much importance to it.

As the countdown in the live broadcast room turned to zero, the two disappeared in place.

·

In the dark corridor, the group has not left.

The few remaining players dragged Wang Xingzhi and did not let him go.

"Team Wang! Junior Nanzhi only went out for us. We can't be so ungrateful!"

"I beg you, Captain Wang, let's open the door and let Senior Nanzhi in!"

"The King's Team..."

They used to be their own camps, scattered like sand, but now they have congealed because of Sunanzhi.

The more Wang Xingzhi thought about it, the more angry he became.

Sunanzhi deceived him.

Fortunately...he doesn't particularly like him yet...

Wang Xingzhi clenched his fists.

Heavy drumming echoed in his chest.

The newcomers felt that the Wang team really did not eat hard and soft, and they all stayed in the corridor and did not leave.

"I'm not leaving! Senior didn't come back, and I'm not leaving either!"

Wang Xingzhi rolled his eyes: "Then you die, it's none of my business! I'm gone, you love me to death!"

Saying that Wang Xingzhi raised his foot to leave, the newcomer suddenly heard a voice outside.

One by one, they said with joy, "Junior Nanzhi!"

Wang Xingzhi's footsteps paused, and his right hand pressed his trembling left hand, obviously hated to death, but he was relieved.

really.

He's a big guy.

Not so easy to die.

not dead…

Sighing, unable to say those three words.

·

"What are you talking about, Senior Nanzhi? The voice is a little low, so I can't hear it clearly!"

"Senior Nanzhi! Woohoo, senpai is fine!"

"Get out of the way, I want to listen too!"

"Let me hear it!"

Sunanzhi's voice gradually became clearer.

He said-

"Go away, you're going to blow up the door-"

"?"

"!!"

"what!!"

"Ah ah ah..."

The newcomers scrambled and scrambled.

…

[Happy comedian, really hammered! 】

【I went to the wrong studio? ? ? ? 】

[Damn, it's funny and I want to cry... Fuck this live broadcast room is poisonous. 】

[Quack quack, goose chirping with laughter. 】

…

"boom-"

With a roar, the door that could only be pushed open by everyone's efforts just now shattered.

Um.

Broken.

Gu Jingshuang put away the umbrella, shook the paint, and the scarlet color dragged a long trace.

There seemed to be frost and snow on him, and he was extraordinarily cold and alienated.

The only little sun is Sunanzhi next to her.

Sunan's Zhibai shirt was red and purple, and her face that used to be fair was also dirty.

But he laughed, and the arc on the end of his eyes was like a crooked moon.

"Come on, let's go out together."

The rookie players covered their mouths to keep themselves from crying.

"Uuuuu, the junior Nanzhi is so cute~"

"My heart melted."

"Fuck, why did you get a nosebleed when you stepped on a horse! You're wrong!"

"It's all because the seniors are so cute!"

A group of people were talking and laughing.

twittering.

"Come on, let's go out together."

Happiness belongs to others, Wang Xingzhi spread his hands, but unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

Um.

came out alive.

"Wait." Su Nanzhi let the others go first, Gu Jingshuang raised her eyebrows and glanced at him.

"Aren't you going?"

Sunanzhi said, "Right now."

He dug and dug in his bag, and all that was left was the floss-flavored compressed biscuits.

He hadn't had time to taste it, and he was very reluctant before.

Now, he took a breath.

Outside the door, the cookie was put down.

Gu Jingshuang frowned: "Have you stopped eating?"

Su Nanzhi smiled and said, "I met a friend inside, leave it to him. I don't know if we can meet again."

"what kind of friends?"

Sunanzhi compared it: "He's tall, he's all black from beginning to end, he's the kind of handsome."

"Heh." Gu Jingshuang smiled, "How handsome?"

Sunanzhi thought about it for a while, seemed to hesitate, and finally made up her mind: "Just as handsome as Mr. Crow outside the window!"

"…"

·

A group of people finally finished the passage.

When the light just hit, the corridor disappeared, and a large lawn covered the front.

A group of people hugged and cried, and they almost didn't deliver their acceptance speeches in place.

"Mom, I came out alive!"

"Thanks to the heavens woohoo! Now I finally know how precious life is!"

The tense nerves were finally relaxed at this moment.

A newcomer jumped and stepped into the light with his feet raised, and he reached out and embraced the light.

"We're finally out—"

It came to an abrupt end.

"boom!"

The huge hatchet silver light flashed.

The newlyweds who were happy just now had their eyes bent until they died.

A mistress stood in front of them with a frosty face.

The hatchet in his hand naturally fell to the ground, dripping with blood.

The red high heels stepped on the corpse, and she had a gloomy face.

"You are late, since you don't keep the promise, then go to die!"

The author has something to say: Wang Xingzhi (blushing): "It's great" these three can't be said.

Gu Jingshuang: I accepted the biscuits.

The following is the evaluation of Gu Jingshuang who silently ate the biscuits.

Dry, powder, salty.

The taste is unpalatable.

Comprehensive full score (inside: all emotional points)

- or prepaid -

—— Advance receipt 2—

"Thriller bosses are all fascinated by me [Unlimited]"

Lin Jiujiu was trapped in the ghost horror app by his colleague Gou, and he can only return to the world after clearing the dungeon.

The system said: "Each time before entering a dungeon, there is a chance to draw a skill card."

first copy.

Card: [Zhang San Behavior] [Description: After doing Zhang San Behavior on the boss, you will get a certain space confinement]

...After touching the boss's butt, Lin Jiujiu, who was locked in a closed space and facing the boss, fell into deep thought.

second copy.

Card: [I only care about geigei]

[Description: Kiss the boss indirectly, you can speed up time like riding a motorcycle]

...Lin Jiujiu, who was on the same bus with the boss and held an extra-large lollipop, fell silent.

Lin Jiujiu sat on the boss's lap and winked like silk: ...do you want to eat candy? extra large.

·

The most useless skill card was drawn by the player Lin Jiujiu, and the dog colleague fell into the trap.

"How many times do you think he can last?"

"I'm afraid it won't last for the first three copies."

Then.

The strongest boss kissed the back of his hand reverently, and the hundred ghosts sang a praise of love.

Only then did they discover that Lin Jiujiu was not human at all!

He is simply the last instance, the boss that no one has cleared! !

bang-

The door is closed.

That beautiful boy was embraced by the strongest boss.

"Welcome to hell."

cp: Delicate Beauty Fox Insemination x Indifference, Ruthless and Arrogant Attack