Chapter 234 Chapter 231 · "Am I smiling?"

  Dongxue was wearing a hospital gown that was too wide, and even her head almost slipped into the hospital gown. She lowered her head and stood beside the bookshelf, looking at a book seriously.

   When she noticed his movement, she turned her head, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

   Winter Snow.

   Winter snow during the day.

  Su Mingan recognized the other party in an instant.

   "You're here." She opened the book in her hand to show him: "Come and see the swan dance I just saw."

   There is a picture of an actress dancing in the book. Her toes stand on tiptoes and she is graceful. She has the temperament of a professional dancer, like a snow-white swan.

"I hope... After I go out, I can learn this kind of dance." Dong Xue looked at the pictures in the book with envy in her eyes: "I also hope to have a dress of my own, preferably a red dance dress, bright red Yes, backless, they all said that this kind of clothes is not suitable for me, I can't wear them, I should wear long shirts and trousers... But I don't think so."

   "There are still more than three days." Su Mingan said.

   "Well, there are still more than three days... I will definitely become an [excellent student]." Dong Xue said.

  Su Ming'an has discovered that Dong Xue knows the original body and the identity he plays.

   "Speaking of which, isn't your birthday coming soon?" Su Mingan said suddenly.

   He wanted to find out the name of the original body without disturbing Dongxue.

   He saw that Dong Xue's eyes changed instantly. Something sparkling flickered in her eyes, and a teardrop actually fell out just like that.

  ...Su Ming'an never expected that he could make people cry.

   "You remember." Dong Xue murmured, tears falling from her cheeks and dripping on the ground: "You actually remember my birthday."

   "If you want to write a birthday card for you, just write a greeting on the card, and then write our name..." Before Su Mingan finished speaking, she heard Dong Xue shouting excitedly.

   "Yes, yes, we have to write our names, Dongxue... Dongxue..." She raised her eyelids, her eyes drifted, as if stabbed in his face:

   "And you, Yang Xia."

  Su Ming'an: "…"

   Hearing Dongxue's call, Su Mingan didn't recover for a while.

  —Yangxia is actually me?

   No, Yang Xia is "she", a virtual woman, and his body is a real man.

   He realized a possibility.

  …Dongxue may have mistaken someone.

   In such a high-pressure situation, if Dongxue puts too much sustenance on her virtual girlfriend, it is also possible to identify him as a fantasy Yangxia in this unmanned environment.

   "There are still more than three days." Dong Xue closed the book: "Everyone said that I was naive, that I was immature... Yang Xia, only you understand me, only you care about me, and I only have you..."

   "Yeah." Su Ming'an said, "You're right, Dongxue."

   He originally just agreed, and was ready to take other words.

   But he didn't expect that when he said these words, he felt an extremely strong dizziness.

   The scene in front of the image turned into glass and shattered inch by inch, as if the surrounding colors were suddenly smeared and melted, a sudden nausea rose from the bottom of his heart, almost engulfing him.

…what happened.

  He is, what wrong answer was triggered?

   In the face of the most critical NPC in this kind of dungeon, once there is the slightest mistake in speech, there will be dire consequences.

   "Yangxia." Dongxue said.

   The hospital gown almost wrapped her whole body, and when she opened her lips, the collar was blown slightly.

   She looked at him, and the blue and white stripes on her body seemed to be looking at him. Her exposed, reed-like fingers and an exposed ankle seemed to be looking at him.

   "...How could you possibly understand me." Her eyes became more and more dazed: "As my creature, it is only my wish, I have always been alone, speaking to you.

   Your response has always been indifferent, how could you say such a promise to me...

  You will only make me grow up and mature, don't rely too much on you. "

The    library scene tilted in front of him.

   He looked at the gradually blurred winter snow, saw her reddish eyes, and saw the tears in her eyes.

  …

  Su Mingan opened his eyes.

  In the upper left corner, the san bar in the field of vision has turned red, **** red.

  45 points.

  ... He never thought that a wrong answer would directly pull his san value to this level.

   He sat up and found himself back on the bed in his room at some point.

   The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and as expected, there was a figure sitting beside him.

   "…Big brother."

   Mo Yan had a sword on his knees, he seemed to treasure this sword very much.

"what time is it."

   "It's eight o'clock in the evening, eldest brother, why did you pass out again... It's been two days in a row, and every day I find you in bed."

   "You brought me back?"

"It wasn't me, it was the guy named Dongxue who brought you back from the library. You were in a coma at the time. She dragged you all the way, and the rest of us looked dumbfounded. Some people took the opportunity to shoot at the big brother, wanting to kill the big brother... But the white weirdo from yesterday appeared and saved the eldest brother."

  Su Mingan sighed.

   He doesn't need to look to know that after this, there will be emoji packs of [First Player Dragged Limited Edition.jpg] appearing in every corner of the World Forum.

   He pressed his temples, suppressing the distorted nausea in his front vision:

   "What number do you want to kill me?"

   "Number nineteen...and number twenty-two."

  Su Mingan nodded and remembered.

"However, they were all killed by the white monster." Mo Yan looked indignant and seemed very angry: "Brother, I think this group of people is really outrageous! There are players who will actually attack you, and in the end it is an NPC protection. bro..."

   "Has it been killed?" Su Mingan closed his eyes: "It's a pity."

  Mo Yan was stunned for a while, realizing the meaning of the elder brother's words.

   "...I'm going to find a few more specially." He heard his elder brother say.

   "Find a few more...what?"

"Player, restore your san value." Su Ming'an said, "It's a bit low... By the way, stay away from me, don't enter my door again. You... look like a former friend of mine, and I don't want you to be with me. Same with him."

   Mo Yan was stunned.

   He knew who Su Mingan was talking about. This incident was very famous. At that time, it caused a sensation in the entire forum and aroused the empathy of countless people.

   He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

   In the end, he just scratched his head and smiled: "Haha... how can it be the same, big brother won't do anything to me..."

   He met his eldest brother's totally wrong look.

  Like the prey seeing the hunter, he could feel the dense feeling of cold sweat gradually seeping out of his back.

   "Brother, you, stop laughing, you look so scared..."

   "Did I laugh?" Su Mingan stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his mouth, only to find that it was indeed raised, and was taken aback for a moment: "...Strange, I didn't want to laugh."

  Mo Yan stood there and froze.

   "... Anyway, anyway, it's almost time to go back to the room, big brother, I'll go first."

   He really couldn't stay any longer.

   The feeling this big brother gives him now is stronger than the fear he gave him yesterday.

   Like the throat could be cut at any time, and the head could be cut off at any time.

   What he faced was such an extreme fear on the line of life and death.

  It was fine when he fell asleep, but when the eldest brother woke up, he looked at him as if he was nailed to him, and he was completely afraid to look directly at him.

   "Don't come back again."

   He heard his elder brother say from behind.

  …

  Night, eleven o'clock.

  Su Mingan closed his eyes and sat on the bed for three hours.

   After waking up this time, it was clearer than ever before that he felt something was wrong with him.

   Sitting on the bed, you will hear all kinds of strange sounds, the singing of children, the sound of ticking water...

   When you open your eyes, you will see a dim area in the red vision, twisted black lines clinging like snakes, and you will see the darkness spilled like paint buckets.

   One moment I was sitting on the bed, and the next moment I suddenly found myself standing at the table, holding the coldly gleaming scalpel in my hand, and the arm was full of bright red blood.

   It's like an old-fashioned film that jams, a broken film with a huge chunk missing in the middle, and he doesn't know what's going on in it.

  The stagnant pain, at this time, broke out instantly.

   "Clang-!"

   The scalpel fell to the ground, he took out a blood bottle and poured it on his arm, watching the blood strips slowly recover.

   In order to stabilize his spirit, he is now in shadow state, with high spirit points and extremely low health.

  …Otherwise, with this outrageous value of more than 40 points, ordinary players would have already gone crazy.

   He did not dare to switch to the bright state.

   He was afraid that once he switched over and his mental points were counted, he would immediately lose his mind.

   Unlike any previous dungeons, this time, the biggest difficulty is no longer death, but the madness that even he cannot avoid.

   During the day, those players who suddenly fell to the ground, shouted like a madman, or suddenly attacked others, he still remembered those situations clearly.

   I don't know what will happen to these crazy players after they return to the main **** space.

   he thought, suddenly feeling a sharper sting.

   He cast his eyes sharply, only to see the blood bottle in his hand, which shattered to the ground at some point, and the right hand holding the sharp shards was writing on his left arm that had not healed.

  【Don't let her hear...】

  The flesh and blood were rolled, and the whole field of vision was covered with bright red.

  ...his hand, why is it moving by itself...

"Snapped!"

   He suddenly threw the fragments out of his hand, took a breath, took out a bottle of blood and poured it on top.

  This time, he didn't dare to lose the slightest bit of distraction, and he didn't take his eyes back until he saw that the wound was gradually healing.

   He panted, feeling his heart beating faster and faster.

  …No, we can’t continue like this.

   He must restore the san value as soon as possible, and even if he breaks the door forcibly, he must find an opportunity to kill other players at night.

   His current state is not suitable for facing Lin Jiang. A moment's distraction during the battle may kill him.

   He didn't know what the decision to roll back was, but according to his experience, going back wouldn't restore his mental state. Those who should be tired will still be tired, and even if they die once, they will be even more tired.

   He doesn't even know if the sequelae of the rollback will show up in the san value, and whether it will be detected...

   For the first time, he was afraid of going back.

   In such a game copy, he cannot rely on his only advantage.

  Like an ordinary player who had nothing, he felt the helplessness that he had never had before and could not come back again.

   In the extreme chaos, he forcibly calmed down and thought about his next strategy.

   He needs to kill two players first, raise San to 60, and then face Lin Jiang, who is tonight's target, so that he can have complete confidence...

   "Boom!"

   He was a little sluggish when he heard the sound of the door breaking, and he couldn't even immediately react to what happened.

   He didn't realize anything until he saw a black-haired girl with blood-colored patterns on her arms and a blood-colored flame rising from her body.

   "Yo, why is this state." Lin Jiang looked at him with a sneer.

   Behind her is an abyss-like corridor, surrounded by broken pieces of wooden doors.

  ...Being able to pierce the wooden door and shatter it, Lin Jiang's power has reached an extremely terrifying realm.

   Investigating the reason, it may be the blood-colored pattern on her hand that twists as if alive.

  Lin Jiang's current state is completely different from his docile appearance in the daytime.

   As if the previously suppressed combat power had been completely unlocked, now her whole body was emitting a red light like a flame.

   She had a smile on her face, and the energy in her arms had been fully charged.

   (end of this chapter)