The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

She likes simple white dresses and simple little sandals.

He likes to sneak into his arms at night, curled up, sleeping peacefully like a kitten.

Nesting on his shoulder, gently grabbing his pajamas, not giving him a chance to leave.

She doesn't deliberately keep a distance from people, but she exudes a sense of loneliness and loneliness.

That temperament is too special, and it is always daunting and inaccessible.

He knew that this was her unique temperament, which no one could imitate.

He knows every one of her preferences and is familiar with every habit of hers.

Just like when she came home from school, she would tell him.

"Brother, I'm back. 』

Just as he went out and came back, he would tell him.

"Brother, welcome home. 』

It turned out that their world.

Long before they knew it, they overlapped together, making it difficult to separate.

Parting, reunion.

It should be a matter of course, not that complicated.

Yimo looked at the illusory white standing in the moonlight.

Showed a faint smile.

"I am back."

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ps. I read this chapter more than 10 times, from 7 o'clock in the evening to more than 3 o'clock in the morning.

Well, the main reason is that I am not satisfied with the last paragraph, so I watched it over and over again.

In the end, I changed 3 versions, from the initial "impulse", "excited" and "eager to confirm my identity" to the final version of "peace and peace of mind", "natural calmness" and "not so big emotional fluctuations", I feel satisfied .

Seeing that it's time for the usual regular update, I might as well update it manually.

I couldn't hold back my complaints, so be it~

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Sorry, the update is repeated today!

I was dissatisfied with the chapter yesterday, and it was changed to 3:30 until I finished it, so I didn't update it regularly, so I uploaded it directly.

Jia Qi is an idiot, forgot to delete the previous regular update, resulting in repeated updates!

Hey, it’s better to repeat it, because I was not satisfied with the chapter at the beginning, so I read it repeatedly, thought and revised it for several hours, and as a result, some book lovers still saw the problematic version.

The current chapter has been blocked, but some friends have already subscribed.

I originally planned to write an extra chapter today to replace the wrong chapter.

But recently I feel unwell and my mental state is not good, so I haven't written it yet.

You can't forcefully write at the expense of quality, so I will post a single chapter to talk about it.

Keep updating normally, I owe a chapter first.

When the mental state is good and the writing is smooth in the follow-up, a free chapter will be added.

(Don’t worry guys, Jiaqi will never forget!)

Chapter 27. Little Salted Fish (4k)

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled in the room.

Yimo and Bai sat beside the bed, comfortable and quiet.

The main purpose of Yimo's visit is to test whether Bai is her sister.

But under the previous look at each other, Yimo suddenly felt that this issue was not too important anymore.

And the thousands of words in my heart at the beginning have all turned into silent companionship.

Just like that, time flies by, at around 1:[-] in the morning, Yimo felt that it was getting late, so she wanted to go back to her room to rest.

Yimo: "Well... it's getting late, tomorrow is very important, so I won't continue to accompany you, I'll go to bed first."

"you should also rest earlier!"

Yimo nodded and stood up, walking towards the outside of the house.

But let's go, I feel that something is not right!

Because the shadow moving on the ground is not only myself, but also a shadow that moves with it.

Yimo squinted her eyes and turned her head to look.

Oh, it turned out that Bai also stood up and followed behind him.

Not only did he follow, but he even held a little bit of his coat.

Because the movements were so light, Yimo didn't even feel Bai was grabbing her before.

Yimo looked at Bai, thought for a while and said, "You want...follow me to my room?"

Bai wore a mask and couldn't see his expression, so he nodded and told Yimo the answer.

emmmmm.

After thinking for a while, Yimo said: "You go to sleep in my room, and I sleep in your room?"

Bai shook his head.

Then very quickly, in an instant, he let go of the hand that was holding Yimo's clothes.

Taking out the pen and paper, "唰唰唰" wrote three words on the small book.

"sleep together"

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with silver hooks painted on iron, very beautiful, and has the momentum of a master of calligraphy.

After Bai finished writing, one hand held the book for Yi Mo to read, while the other hand pinched Yi Mo's clothes again.

Well, the whole process was done in one go, less than 3 seconds!

Yimo didn't get obsessed with how fast Bai's movements were, but stared at the handwriting on the notebook in a daze.

When she was in junior high school, Yimo thought her younger sister Ji Ran could write beautifully, and signed her up for a calligraphy competition.

In that competition, her younger sister Ji Ran won No. 1 in the city, and was spotted by a judge of a calligrapher. She wanted to be accepted as a student, but was rejected by Bai.

Ji Ran's handwriting is beautiful, the pen is powerful and sharp, more like a boy's handwriting.

Yimo's handwriting is slightly delicate, and she has always been envious of Ji Ran's handwriting.

Yimo can recognize the words written by Ji Ran at a glance.

And the words on the notebook at this moment are very similar to those of his sister Ji Ran.

It's just that the writing is sharper, and there is a lonesome and murderous air faintly hidden.

If you have to say it, it seems like a sharp sword hidden under the winter plum in the snow.

Yimo: "En."

My sister's handwriting has improved again...

Yimo looked at the words in front of her, recalled the past when the two were together, and agreed to Bai's request involuntarily.

After he lay down on the bed and Bai got into his arms, Yi Mo finally realized.

???

Why are you sleeping together all of a sudden!

If it is said that when they were young, both of them were still children, then it was nothing.

But now, two people are 20 years old and the other is 19 years old, they are both adults.

At this moment, Bai completely retracted into his arms, clinging to him like a well-behaved kitten, with two small hands grabbing his half-sleeves.

I don't wear much by myself, and I don't wear much for nothing.

Feeling the icy temperature of the other party's body, and the sweet breath of the girl lingering in his nostrils, this atmosphere is not quite right!

This is not right, Yimo is a little nervous.

This is this!

Do you have 20-year-old siblings who still sleep in the same bed?

Damn, knowledge blind spot!

Yimo especially wanted to pick up the phone, Baidu, what should I do next when encountering this situation.

But there is no mobile phone in the game, and he is afraid that the search engine will directly recommend "Yuan Moukong" to him.

Under the emotional tension, Yimo's mouth started to move by itself.

"That... Bai... the cover of your death game app, what is it?"

Hearing Yi Mo's words, Bai's head buried in his arm lifted up, and the little fox on the mask looked at Yi Mo.

Following Bai's action, Yi Mo suddenly found that the question she asked seemed a little bit wrong.

The cover of my death game app is my silver-haired younger sister Ji Ran.

And after getting in touch with some players, Yimo also generally understood that everyone's death game app cover is different.

They are all the people or things that you want to see the most, or care about most in your heart.

Probably to lure people to open the death game app on purpose, right?

When Yimo asked this question, didn't he ask Bai again, who do you care about the most?

If it's me, that's fine.

If someone pops up, will you still be in the mood to play this game?

Just type GG directly!

All in all, Yimo felt that the question she asked was not quite right!

Quickly change your mouth: "Ha...haha..."

"Well, you said the name of the death game app, why is it called "Let's become an idol"?"

Yimo didn't know what she was thinking, and as soon as she changed her mind, she asked this question that had no practical significance.

After Yimo finished asking, the two fell into a long silence and stared at each other.

Well, Yimo and the little fox mask look at each other.

I have to say, this little fox mask with white and red stripes really poked Yimo's XP.

Probably walking on the road during the holidays, and seeing that I might buy one to play with.

During this period of time, Yimo didn't get any other information except for observing the little fox's mask more carefully.

Wait, that's not right either.

The little fox mask seems to be a bit big, and it's not suitable to wear it for nothing...

Emmmm......

I rely on!

What am I thinking about!