Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2

There is no difference between day and night in the dusk town, Qi Leren walking on the street and heading towards Dr. Lu's clinic.

After the mission of the holy city was over, Dr. Lu should have survived—because he drank the nightmare witch's poison-medicine and was still unconscious after detoxification, he was returned to the city's castle by the Qile people, perfectly avoiding After the chaos in the middle of the night, he once again lay to win the dangerous task. Qi Leren was convinced by the luck of this explosive watch, he was so envious that he couldn't be envious.

When he came to the door of Dr. Lu's clinic, Qi Leren was faintly agitated. He did not know what Dr. Lu's reaction would be when he saw that he was alive.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. There was a weak voice from Dr. Lu: "Going to the grave today without seeing the doctor."

Qi Leren kept silent, and continued to knock.

Knocking for a while, Dr. Lu inside the room was angry, and opened the door to anger the client who harassed the doctor. He was surprised to see the smiling Qi Leren standing outside the door and looking at him. He was frightened and screamed. : "Ghost —————— !!!!!!"

Seeing that the door was about to be thrown up, Qi Leren flashed into the room on one side, and angrily pulled Dr. Lu, who was about to run away, "What happened to your face? Who hit?"

Dr. Lu covered his face with a swollen nose and covered his face to prevent him from seeing it. Qi Leren held him up like a radish, and asked with anger, "See clearly, I'm still alive! Come on, who bullied you? ?! "

Because Dr. Lu seems to be young, Qi Leren has never regarded him as his peers. He also takes special care of him when doing tasks together. Now I do n’t see him being bullied like this for a few days. Come here.

Dr. Lu completely ignored the second half of his sentence, glanced at him for a moment, and rushed to touch his neck.

Hot, and pulse, Dr. Lu cried with a "wow", holding Qi Leren to death and not knowing his strength, Qi Leren was panicked by him and wanted to dump people Go out, but listen to him crying heartbreaking and softened, and stand in distress waiting for him to cry.

When Dr. Lu finished crying, Qi Leren's coat was soaked, and he wondered where he had so many tears.

"I saw your body with my own eyes," Dr. Lu said in a sigh of breath, his nose and eyes still red.

On the contrary, Qi Leren poured water on him like a master: "I was dead, but I have a resurrection-living-dao-gu, which can be resurrected after seven days. I did n’t say anything about it, and it turned out to be a mess An oolong. "

Dr. Lu complained with aggrieved face: "Do you know how long I cried ?! Crying when I think of it, I am sad. I want to clean up the relics, but the door is not open without your key. I had to cry and go home, it was shameful. "

Although he has n’t known Qi Qiren for a long time, it is a friendship established in a world of horror and danger. Seeing his best friend dies, Dr. Lu, who is full of emotions, is sad. After the Holy City mission was completed, he followed Ning Zhou to evacuate the residents. The members of the Holy See took the surviving residents away from Yongwu Township. He and Ning Zhou returned to the dusk town. Along the way, Ning Zhou's condition was not good. Dr. Lu didn't dare cry. When he returned home, he saw a training menu copied by Qi Leren before he got into the quilt and cried for a long time.

He had no real feeling of death in the past. He just felt as if he was playing a game that was too realistic. Until he saw Qi Leren who was buried in a tree tomb and stopped breathing, Dr. Lu realized the world. Cruel.

"Okay, don't be sad, you haven't said what's going on with your face?" Qi Leren examined Dr. Lu's head carefully. Dr. Lu's forehead was swollen, and the medicine was sprayed on the corner of his mouth His jaw broke, and it looked really miserable.

"I ... I fell ..." Dr. Lu whispered.

Where would Qi Leren believe: "Every face?"

"Really." Dr. Lu showed him his sleeves and bruises on his elbows. "I was born with a cerebellar disorder, poor balance, running easily, and failing sports."

Qi Leren remembered that Dr. Lu had mentioned it to him before, at that time he didn't care and thought it was an excuse for being lazy.

"Can this be cured?" Qi Leren asked seriously.

"Ah, did I cure it? Just use [Three No Doctors]. It doesn't hurt anymore, but the bruises haven't returned yet." Dr. Lu said aloud.

Qi Leren was distressed and funny: "I mean, you have a problem with wrestling, can you cure it?"

"No, but more exercise will still improve a bit ... I'm also exercising recently, that is, the training sheet you gave me before ... but I always fall, now I think of a way, wear more clothes and go for a run, and fall It does n’t hurt, it ’s just too tired, I have never been so desperate in my life. ”Dr. Lu complained and gave a glance at Qi Leren secretly,“ I will work hard anyway, and will not hold you back "Oh, my [Three No Doctors] has been upgraded a bit, and now the treatment is better, and I will breastfeed you in the future. MTs like you who are particularly vulnerable to death need a reliable nurse like me."

After understanding the cause and effect, Qi Leren was really angry and funny, and finally moved a little. For a long time, his role for Dr. Lu was to be able to find mission props and rescue his lucky nanny, so he didn't expect any help from him during the battle. Now it seems that his death has had such a great impact on Dr. Lu, in fact, Dr. Lu has grown a lot more than before.

The two talked for a long time, and Dr. Lu also carefully told Qi Leren what happened after his death, especially about Ning Zhou. I was told that Ning Zhou could return at most one month. Dr. Lu was quite happy. He had a high degree of acceptance of the fact that his good friend was homosexual. He was also eager to teach him that he could straighten up straight men. After the prostate massage technique was rejected by Qi Leren, Dr. Lu was in a loss look like "the martial art is about to be lost".

Qi Leren was also hungry, snatched the delicious little cakes that Dr. Lu had hoarded, and had a great meal under Dr. Lu's resentful gaze.

"These pieces are my favorite ... I bought them after lining up for three hours." Dr. Lu cried without tears.

"As soon as I die, you have the feeling of lining up to buy small cakes, confiscated!" Qi Leren took two bites and found the taste really good, no wonder it was so popular.

Dr. Lu flattened his mouth and looked at the cake with grievances: "It was meant to be brought to you for the grave."

"Oh, I accept it." Qi Leren chuckled and slammed a half into Dr. Lu's mouth. "Well, you can eat it too, it tastes really good."

The good buy Dr. Lu said happily: "As long as you don't die, I buy it for you every day."

"Well, speak auspiciously! I don't want to die again." Qi Leren said.

"But you always die with SL Dafa." Dr. Lu poked at his pain.

"..."

The two hurt each other for a while. Qi Le was tired because Dr. Lu had no extra quilt at home. He ruthlessly snatched Dr. Lu's bed, and no matter how much Dr. Lu was robbed of the bed, he thought about it and rolled it up. He fell asleep.

He had another nightmare.

In his dream he returned to the temple at the top of the holy city's Holy See, and stopped in front of the huge stone gate.

He reached out and pushed to open the door, and the remaining rationality was screaming, letting him stop, but in the dream he ignorantly and fearlessly opened the door.

The Devil King is watching him with a charming smile.

At that time, the Qile people blinded by shock were too late to taste Su and the smile on his face. In fact, he smiled not maliciously, with only a touch of playfulness and ridicule, just like a human watching a cricket in a jar, watching quietly, wondering which one would win.

In the past, Qi Leren didn't quite understand why Su He always had a carelessness on his body. This was the case when he first met him. When he and Dr. Lu were nervous, Su He was still the vice Calm and calm look. Because for him, it's just a rampant game. How can a chess player who can overturn the chessboard be scared by the thrill on the chessboard?

Qi Leren dreamed of death again.

The trachea in his throat was cut open, and the pain of suffocation and weakness in blood loss brought him back there in a dream. He crawled **** the cold ground, every inch of distance exhausted him, his will tortured by death kept collapsing, he couldn't hold on, he had to give up ...

"Qi Leren, Qi Leren, you wake up!"

Qi Leren sat up abruptly, breathing shortly, and sweating all over. Dr. Lu looked at him worriedly while sitting on the bed: "You let me wake you up at this point ... you seem to have a nightmare."

"... I'm fine." Qi Leren wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his back. "Is there water?"

Dr. Lu poured him a glass of water.

Qi Leren drank it, relieved from the nightmare. This dream reminded him that Su He might already know about his resurrection, and maybe there will be more action. He had to be careful that Du Yue leaked out the "Nightmare Game". In the final analysis, this is actually his fault. If he is to arrange it now, the first choice should be to ask Chen Baiqi. If he encounters an accident, he will give this letter to the prophet in the court.

It is a pity that when he wrote the letter, it was the period when he accepted the role of the court as "red". At that time, he and Chen Baiqi were not familiar with each other, and they did not have a good opinion of the court, nor did they know the prophet. Think so now.

You can only get a confidentiality contract from Chen Baiqi and sign up with Du Yue.

The time agreed with Chen Baiqi was almost up, Qi Leren got up and packed himself, and walked towards Chen Baiqi's house.