The moment Sunanzhi touched the other party, she knew the other party's identity.

A generous palm covered Su Nanzhi's lips, telling him not to make a sound.

Sunanzhi's hot air exhaled in his palm, forming a thin layer of water mist.

Perhaps it was because of the steam, and it was no accident that I smelled a particularly good smell in the palm of the hand of the star picking.

Just like Gu Jingshuang.

Su Nanzhi was a little hungry. He stuck out his tongue and licked it in Zhexing's palm.

The man behind him was stiff.

He slowly brought Su Nanzhi's neck close to his chin, and pressed his hard chin against the other's forehead.

His voice was hoarse, and his words were filled with heat.

"Aren't you afraid of death? Young master."

Sunanzhi looked up at him, the gray sky reflected in his pupils, and his eyelashes were much longer than ordinary people.

When trying to look up at the person, the fluffy eyelashes cast a thin layer of shadow, the tip of the nose is upturned, and there are moist lips.

This look is alluring.

The self-proclaimed self-controlling star picker can't help but gently rub his lips, turning his lips until the color turns red, like a ripe cherry, and the master of the wicked hand will let go he.

Sunanzhi also had a space to speak. He thought about it carefully. If the other party really wanted to kill him, he would not be able to escape no matter what, so he might as well just lie down.

He was extremely serious: "Then you killed me."

When he spoke, his lips kept touching the fingers of Zhaixing.

The hot breath spreads evenly on the fingertips, making people feel numb all over.

The butler's eyes gradually sank, and there was an unspeakable obscurity in his eyes.

He put his fingers in it and said, "Hold it."

Sunanzhi didn't quite understand, so he asked the system: ["Mr. System, is this torture before death? Will he pull out my tongue?"]

System: ["Oh my lovely host, if I guess correctly, he may be painting in his mind!"]

Su Nanzhi was startled, and her tongue moved.

With this move, he felt the housekeeper gasp heavily.

Su Nanzhi wanted to cry but had no tears: ["Wuwuwu, Mr. System, he's touching my throat, doesn't he want to use my tongue as a paintbrush? It's this time, what is he still thinking about painting? ?"]

The system thought deeply and said in a dull tone: ["Draw the sun, the sun and you."]

Sunanzhi: ["...seems good?"]

System: ["Dabaa! Dabaaaaayo!!"]

Sunanzhi started to cry again. The base of his tongue hurt. Although he didn't feel any pain, Mumu was very uncomfortable.

Sunanzhi's eyelashes were wet: "Give me a treat! If I can die in your hands, I will be responsible for you."

After all, it was his fault that night.

A tear fell on Zhexing's hand, and he withdrew his hand as if burned by the scorching sun.

He carefully crossed Sunanzhi's head and kissed the base of his eyelashes lightly.

The clearer Sunanzhi's eyes are, the more it can reflect the despicableness of Zhaixing - he built this world just to attract escaped teenagers.

The housekeeper bit apart the hands that Su Nanzhi had squeezed into small fists because of fear, and handed a knife into his hand.

"Come on, kill me, and you'll be free."

He stared at Su Nanzhi, and let out a sigh of relief from the depths of his soul.

[It turns out that as long as you have enough tea, any boss can be done! 】

[Senior Nanzhi yyds! ! ! 】

[Good guy, I'm direct good guy! ! Hurry up and bring your own small bench to come to the class! ! ! Look at everyone, originally, the junior Nanzhi's script was a must-have script, but now it's awesome, hehe, the dungeon boss is reluctant to bear it! ! ! Whoever sees it and doesn't say a word: Junior Nanzhi is awesome! ! 】

【high! It's really high! You lied to me, I lied to you, we are all sweet~]

[Senior Nanzhi didn't start very well, so he faced the boss at such a close distance. In this way, he can survive, it is really awesome to open the door for the awesomeness, and the awesomeness is home! ! 】

[I have a reasonable suspicion that Team Wang said on the surface that he used Senior Nanzhi, but in fact, I guess Senior Nanzhi did it on purpose. The purpose is to create a topic, you think carefully. Why did the Wang team see the photo of Senior Nanzhi? huh? ! 】

[Yes, obviously he was holding it in his hand, why did it fall off? Hiss - terrified to think about it! ! ! 】

[Also, does Senior Nanzhi really not know the identity of Team Wang? Or, can he really guess the identity of the boss? Think about it, in the beginning, when Junior Nanzhi found out that the boss was going to kill him, did he deliberately want to hug him, and he cried so nicely, as if he was afraid of pain? Look again, but he didn't even doi. It hurts to cry~]

【Fuck! Grandpa got it! ! ! As expected of your senior Nanzhi! ! ! 】

【I also understand! ! ! No man can resist the crying soft bun! ! ! 】

[And think about it, even if the junior Nanzhi knew that he had lost his underwear, would he panic? He doesn't panic! And he acted very deliberately, what does it mean? It means he already knew it! ! ! 】

【hiss--】

【Alas--】

【Wow--】

After a heated discussion, the barrages were all in one piece—【Master has realized it! Senior Nanzhi is awesome! ! ! ! ! 】

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The knife was so awkward that Sunanzhi couldn't hold it with one hand.

Su Nanzhi was clamoring not to use a knife, but Mr. Butler smiled slightly and took his other hand, trying to get him to hold it.

Su Nanzhi hummed: "I don't want a knife."

This knife is very sharp at first glance, and there is no scabbard, so if you are not careful, you will scratch yourself.

The housekeeper held his hand viciously and bewitched a little: "Kill me and you can leave."

Sunanzhi swallowed.

The butler continued: "You were tricked by me, fool."

Sunanzhi didn't understand why there were such difficult problems in the world, and one must die.

Sunanzhi was reluctant to take a knife: "But you are very kind to me. I like to eat the shrimp you made. If you die, no one will make shrimp for me in the future."

The butler paused, then laughed.

He smiled brightly, leaned down and kissed his forehead densely, he said over and over again, "Okay."

At this moment, a scalding airflow suddenly burst out of the anxious air, and a bullet rubbed the butler's cheek.

The housekeeper's expression was calm, his forehead was rolled away by the air current, he picked up Su Nanzhi and put it aside, his expression was no longer as gentle as before.

He is the three-headed dog of hell, showing his ferocious canine teeth at this moment to protect his weak master.

"It's you." The housekeeper sullenly said, "I can smell the **** smell on you from a long distance."

The doctor came out from one end of the corridor. He always had a refined and gentle smile on his face, his white coat was spotless, and a blackened red rose was pinned to his breast pocket.

He is gentle and gentle, and does not seem to be a particularly combative person. He holds a rose gun in his plain and slender hand.

There was a faint smoke from the gun head, and it was not difficult to guess the power and lethality of the bullet.

But the man holding the gun had such a gentle expression.

The doctor raised his eyebrows, took off his black-rimmed glasses, shook his head, and said, "Give him to me, or I'll kill you."

His voice was still neither light nor heavy, his tone was very low, but it revealed a joy.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes did not stop on the housekeeper Zhaixing, he kept staring at Su Nanzhi, obsessed and greedy.

He could not hide the love in his throat, and called out: "Baby, come here, I'm here to pick you up."

Sunanzhi was stunned.

There was no response for a while.

From the first world, some of his memories of the copy began to blur.

A face was stripped of his world, and along with his voice and smell, faded away.

The person in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling, and Su Nanzhi panicked: ["Mr. System, why did I forget the face of my adoptive father?"]

The answer that the immature system could not give before can also be given now.

["Well, NPCs have a fixed forgetting mechanism, this is to protect the physical and mental health of free NPCs. Generally speaking, NPCs will forget players' information, otherwise it will not be a good thing for you to remember too many players. "]

Sunanzhi was stunned for a long time, and stumbled to the realization: ["...So the foster father who raised me is also a player?... Is the doctor my foster father?"]

The operation of his brain has stopped, but the tears of grievance have consciously played a role.

He stared blankly at the doctor, and the doctor looked at him distressedly and said softly, "Don't cry, baby, foster father will take you away."

"Oh, are you worthy?" The housekeeper met his gaze and smiled coldly, "He is mine."

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The next copy will not be like this.

Apologize to you guys.