The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

"Damn it, if you have the ability to beat me alive!"

"What's the point of dying!"

"I won't take your favor!"

After finishing speaking, his expression gradually turned cold, the blood moon in his left eye became clearer and clearer, and he didn't seem to have any trace of popularity anymore.

Cold as ice, without a trace of emotion.

"Ghost, I'll kill them all."

"One, I won't stay...!"

Chapter 52. The game officially begins! (5 more)

Before Yimo could get out of the depressed state of Du Lingran's death news, another person came to the door.

"Sakamoto! Sakamoto!"

"Aunt Tiger, I'm sorry!"

"Your cousin comes to live with my aunt...I should take good care of her..."

"But...but...for some reason, she passed out at the door last night!"

"It seems...it seems... already sick!"

"Before it was obviously good all the time!!!"

"Oh, what a crime!"

"Go and have a look!"

At this moment, Aunt Tiger's complexion was particularly bad, with an anxious expression on her face, she grabbed Yi Mo's hand and talked endlessly.

Yimo's expression became even worse when she heard this, she nodded and said, "Well, I'll go and have a look!"

The last thing I wanted to see happened after all...

Aunt Tiger hesitated for a moment when she heard the words, and put the key of her house into Yimo's hand, and said guiltily: "Sakamoto, I still have a grandson to take care of!"

"Auntie can't get sick, she can't leave by herself, she must live, and she must watch her grandson live well!"

"Otherwise I'm sorry for his parents who went to the big city!"

"I... I won't go..."

"Take the tiger cub to stay at a relative's house for a few days, you can live in whatever house you want, and there's still a lot to eat..."

"Anyway, Sakamoto, take care of yourself, don't...don't do stupid things!"

Who is not selfish?Who doesn't care more?

It is actually very good that Aunt Tiger can take in Tangerine at this time, and come to report to Sakamoto after Tangerine gets sick.

So Yimo won't ask Aunt Tiger to do more, just let her go.

Yimo looked at the pajamas on her body and the slippers on her feet. After all, she frowned and didn't clean up, and was about to walk towards Aunt Tiger's residence.

At this moment, the death game players have collapsed across the board...

Both the town and Yimo seem to have come to the end of despair.

The end is to be buried in this deep mountain together forever!

"Brother Sakamoto! Are you going?"

Just as Yi Mo raised her foot, she heard Maaya's anxious voice.

Turning her head to look, at the moment Maaya was wearing pajamas, with messy hair, standing at the door of the house, looking anxiously at Yimo, the worry on her face was clearly visible.

Yimo heard the words, walked back, hid the uneasiness on her face, and rubbed her little head: "It's okay, there is a small problem with your orange sister, I'll go and take a look, don't worry about me."

"For that matter, I will trouble you to continue to help in the past two days."

"Turn back...I will give you all the money I have left."

Snapped--!

Maaya was a little angry when she heard the words, and slapped Yimo's hand rubbing her head, then grabbed Yimo's wrist, looked at Yimo firmly and said: "Hundan, what time is it? Money, money, money!"

"Is our relationship only about money!"

"I will do my best to do that well!"

"Go at ease, leave the back to me, I won't let anyone have an opportunity!"

Maaya was really angry.

But after finishing speaking, she still pursed her lips, knowing that Yimo was under a lot of pressure, her tone softened, and she begged a bit: "But, Brother Sakamoto, you must survive!"

"If you're all gone, I really don't know what to do!"

"For the sake of the town, you must not get sick, and you must not die!"

"Did you know!"

"Promise me, you must promise me!"

"Otherwise I will never let you go!"

Hearing the words, Yimo clenched her fists tightly, nodded heavily and said, "En!"

Just said a word, but it is a full promise!

Maaya went back to the house to find a mask, put it on for Yimo, and then took out the broken motorcycle helmet, hoping that Yimo could also put it on.

It's just that Yi Mojue knew that the motorcycle helmet was of little significance now, and she didn't wear it after all, so she left under Maaya's worried gaze and entrustment.

"Sure, come on!"

On the way to Aunt Tiger's residence, Yimo meets Du Yu.

Compared with Du Yu before, Du Yu at this moment is not as energetic as before, with dense small scars on his face.

Although he is a human being, he looks more terrifying than a ghost, and the sunlight in his eyes has become vicious, without the cheerfulness and humility of the past.

After seeing Yi Mo, he walked over with a sneer: "Yo Yo Yo... Isn't this Mr. Sakamoto?"

"Why are you listless and dressed so sloppily, as if something terrible has happened?"

"Could it be that someone in the family is sick and is in a hurry to see?"

Yimo heard the words, her eyes were cold, she just stared at Du Yu without saying a word.

The latter was not afraid at all, and there was still a joke in his eyes: "Huh? Did I hit it?"

Strolling to Yimo's side, he tried to tap Yimo's body provocatively with his fingers, but if he observed carefully, he would find that every tap did not really touch Yimo's body, as if deliberately provoking, wanting to Enraged Yi Mo, let him fight back, as if to fight back.

Seeing that Yimo didn't overreact, she continued, "Oh oh oh...that's right..."

"That friend of yours, Du Lingran."

"I came to visit our castle yesterday, so I had a lot of fun."

"Boom... Whoops... nothing left!"

"Hahaha... You haven't seen it, it's amazing!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The more Du Yu talked, the happier he became, and he couldn't help laughing.

"How about you come over to play too?"

Yimo just looked at Du Yu like that, like looking at garbage, and finally said lightly, "The wound on your face is very beautiful, isn't it?"

After finishing speaking, he left without waiting for Du Yu's reaction.

Du Yu, who was stunned by Yi Mo's words, stood in place, with the flames of anger burning in his heart, his two fists clenched tightly, his eyes were vicious, like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, he gritted his teeth and said in disdain: "Hey, it's just a guy with a sharp mouth!"

"Hehehe... Struggle, despair!"

"I'm going to drag you into the abyss of despair, torture you, and admire your expression of pain!"

"die?"

"It's not that easy!"

"I will make up for all the damage Du Lingran caused us with you!"

After Du Yu finished speaking, he watched Yi Mo's figure gradually disappear, and left too.

Aunt Tiger's residence.

Standard neon-style detached small building.

After entering the door is a shoe changing area.

Yimo looked at her tattered slippers, found a pair of slippers that looked new from the shoe cabinet next to her, and put them on, then walked in slowly.

After walking a few steps in the aisle, the first bedroom, after gently opening the door, saw the orange lying on the quilt at the moment, the quilt was tightly covered, only the head was exposed.

Yimo pursed her lips, walked over gently, carefully knelt down on the edge of Tangerine's quilt, looked at Tangerine's obviously lacking in color, very haggard face, couldn't help but reached out and touched her forehead.

It's very cold, the temperature is much lower than normal.

The oranges are really not from the Baiye Group.

At the same time, there was a distress in his eyes.

He muttered in his mouth: "Idiot, hide well!"

"Three days, obviously as long as I survive for another three days, it will be fine!"

Just when Yimo was feeling very uncomfortable, her hands were wrapped by a pair of cold but very soft hands.

Silly, with gentleness, a weak voice sounded in my ears: "Sakamoto...you are worried about me..."

"You're... feeling sorry for me... right..."

"Don't be sad...it's okay...it's..."

"Cough cough...!"

Yimo heard the words and looked down.

Tangerine has woken up at this moment, with a haggard face, messy hair around her ears, a lot of red blood in the whites of her eyes, looking at herself tenderly and expectantly, grinning silly, smiling happily.

Hearing this, Yimo wrapped her other hand around Tangerine's cold hand, and muttered: "Idiot."

Tangerine smiled hard: "Hey, hey... Idiots have the benefits of being idiots..."

"Look...ahem...my boyfriend's ice cube...has been...covered..."

"Cough cough cough..."

While talking, Tangerine couldn't help coughing, her pale face was a little red from being choked, but it was a little more bloody and angry.

Yimo leaned over to help Ju Zi smooth out the air, pretending to blame and said: "What's the use of covering me... If you die, won't I become colder?"

"Talk less, rest well!"

Tangerine heard that her small head was exposed, and she grinned innocently, many red bloodshot eyes were shining with starlight: "Hey hey... I'm very lucky... I won't die..."

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

Before the orange finished speaking, he coughed again, even coughed up a little blood, and then pretended to be strong, trying to make his own standard movements, but his hands were wrapped in Yimo's hands, and he couldn't bear to take them out, so he directly Said: "Yeah!"

Then he turned his head sideways with difficulty, carefully looked at Yimo's side face, and said sickly: "Sakamoto's hand is so warm, Sakamoto's eyes are always cold, but there is deep tenderness hidden."

"I know."

"When I was young, every day I was alone in a completely closed..."

Before Juzi finished speaking, Yimo gently stroked Juzi's pale lips with her hand, and said softly: "When this game is over alive, in the outside world, tell me about your childhood things."

Hearing this, Juzi smiled happily, closed her mouth obediently, and looked at Yimo with such admiration, but after all she wanted to say something, and said cautiously: "Yimo, can I get out of this game alive? "

Yimo held the orange's hand with both hands, and nodded heavily: "Yes."

Orange: "Won't you die?"

Yimo: "No, I will look at the face, you are very lucky, very blessed, and you will live a long life!"

Juzi's face became brighter when he heard the words, but his eyes became more and more blurred: "Hey...others told me that too..."

"Yimo, your hands are really warm..."