The warm breath breathed out on the auricle, and Wen Qing's ears instantly turned red.

He immediately tilted his head to avoid Song Xuan's intimate touch.

Wen Qing moved her chair back and pulled away from Song Xuan.

Song Xuan didn't care about Wen Qing's movements, he didn't move forward, leaned on Wen Qing's desk sideways, and watched quietly.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and began to think.

He now has two options before him.

Either ask Fu Ranxiu or Song Xuan.

Fu Ranxiu is a hand control. If he wants to touch it, he has already touched his neck, so he doesn't know where to touch next time...

Song Xuan is a mad dog, he needs to touch and stick, and he doesn't know what to do when he gets mad...

In contrast, Fu Ranxiu wouldn't force him anyway.

and…

Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking to herself, and now she is sure that Fu Ranxiu is bad and the manipulator of everything.

He could also use the victim halo to ask and let Fu Ranxiu do things.

Thinking of this, Wen Qing pinched her palm and said to Song Xuan, "You are hungry."

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at him for a long time, glanced at the bathroom beside him, and asked, "Are you going to find Fu Ranxiu?"

Wen Qing was stunned.

Seeing this, Song Xuan became more and more sure that Wen Qing was going to find Fu Ranxiu.

He raised the corner of his mouth and said to Wen Qing, "Fu Ranxiu is a pervert."

Wen Qing thought silently in her heart, you are also a pervert.

Song Xuan pressed his tongue to his cheeks, stared at Wen Qing's hand, and said, "That guy is more perverted than me."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking to herself, don't be so arrogant.

The perversions of the two of you are comparable.

Wen Qing's expression did not loosen at all, and a trace of anger gradually rose between Song Xuan's eyebrows.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Boom boom boom-"

Song Xuan asked coldly, "Who?"

"I... Brother Song." Huang Mao's voice sounded outside the door.

Song Xuan was expressionless: "Get in."

Hearing the anger in his voice, Huang Mao did not dare to make too much noise, and opened the door cautiously.

He walked to Song Xuan tremblingly, glanced at Wen Qing, who was sitting peacefully in the chair, and hesitated to speak.

Song Xuan: "If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go."

Huang Mao looked at Wen Qing again, and said hesitantly, "Brother Song, this, this transfer—"

Before he could say the word "sheng", he was kicked to the ground by Song Xuan.

Huang Mao was kicked off guard. He subconsciously grabbed something to help stabilize him, but he grabbed an empty chair and fell heavily to the ground. The chair also hit his leg, and the stainless steel chair made a loud noise as it rubbed against the ground.

Wen Qing was startled by the movement, and looked nervously at the yellow hair lying on the ground.

Huang Mao was obviously accustomed to similar things, he propped up his chair, endured the pain in his legs, stood up tremblingly, and stammered, "Song, Song Ge..."

He didn't know what he had done or said wrong.

Song Xuan lifted his eyelids and tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically.

He looked sideways at Wen Qing and said to Huang Mao, "This is your brother Meng."

Yellow Hair: "???"

Wen Qing: "???"

Seeing Huang Mao froze in place, Song Xuan coldly spit out two words: "Call someone."

Huang Mao was so frightened that he turned his head and bowed 90 degrees to Wen Qing, shouting at the top of his voice, "Brother Meng!"

Wen Qing looked at him silently, not knowing what to say, she hesitated for a moment and then stopped talking.

Song Xuan asked Huang Mao with a sullen face: "What the **** is going on?"

Huang Mao hurriedly said: "Chen Gou said that something has arrived, it's downstairs."

"Want to see it?"

Hearing this, Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, she just saw Wang Feng's knife.

Huang Mao said that something has arrived at this time, and it is difficult not to associate it with the events of the weekend.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and her expression changed significantly.

Song Xuan looked at his eyelashes that trembled like small flying insects, paused with his fingertips, and said to Huang Mao, "Go."

Huang Mao turned his head to look at Wen Qing again, and asked tentatively, "Then, that Meng brother?"

Song Xuan tilted his head to look at Wen Qing.

Of course Wen Qing wanted to see it, but she knew that Song Xuan would not let him see it in vain.

He thought to himself that Song Xuan was not there, so he had a chance to ask Fu Ranxiu.

Wen said slowly, "I'm going to sleep."

Huang Mao quickly responded: "You go to sleep slowly."

After speaking, he walked quickly to the door and opened the door for Song Xuan.

Wen Qing sat on the chair and listened to the footsteps of the two of them drifting away, and quickly got up and walked to the door.

He looked out, there was no one in the hallway.

Wen Qing hurriedly closed the door, not noticing the corners of her white clothes that flashed across the corridor.

He strode to the bathroom and wanted to use the props, but when he passed Song Xuan's desk, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

Song Xuan's phone was still on the table.

Wen Qing glanced at the bathroom, the sound of the water was pattering, Fu Ranxiu was still taking a shower, it should take a while.

He immediately picked up the phone and swiped up.

There is no lock.

Wen Qing's eyes lit up, there were not many apps on the mobile phone desktop.

He immediately opened WeChat.

Unexpectedly, Song Xuan's WeChat was almost blank, with only two chat dialogs.

One notes Bodyguard No. 1, and the other notes Bodyguard No. 2.

The content is also very ordinary, it is about picking him up at the school and sorting out the things in the school.

Song Xuan doesn't have many friends on WeChat, so he has no notes.

Wen Qing frowned and clicked on the phone album.

The one that catches the eye is his own back view, in the classroom.

I don't know when Song Xuan was filmed secretly.

Wen Qing resisted the urge to delete it and glanced forward.

There are not many photos in the album, most of them are photos of beating people, beating people, and small videos.

The people inside were all wearing the uniforms of Dezhi High School, and Wen Qing couldn't be sure who was beaten.

There was nothing to see in the photo album, Wen Qingqian opened the text message and looked at it.

Song Xuan did not have many text messages.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qing saw a familiar name.

Season sound.

The last conversation was three years ago.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she clicked on He Ji Sheng's text message.

Ji Sheng: [Student brother, that person named Fu Ranxiu in your class is very funny. 】

Song Xuan: [He is a neurotic. 】

Ji Sheng: [Haha, it's more fun. 】

Ji Sheng: [Student brother, it seems that I have met someone who is very appealing to me. 】

Song Xuan: […]

Ji Sheng: [It's a little priest, so cute. 】

Ji Sheng: [He knows. 】

Ji Sheng: [We are ready to go abroad. 】

Song Xuan: [I saw the news. 】

Ji Sheng did not return to Song Xuan's news.

Wen Qing stared blankly at the chat record, it seemed that this was the Ji Sheng he knew.

But he didn't know which high school Ji Sheng read.

Wen Qing hurriedly clicked on the web page and searched for Wen City, Ji Sheng and Ji Prison.

Sure enough, I saw the news of the serial murder case.

A family of three was sentenced to death for murder.

The pictures in the news are mosaic, but it is not difficult to see Ji Sheng's family.

Wen Qing stared at the news, and asked 001: [System, didn't you say that the copies would not overlap? 】

001 replied lightly: [There is no overlap. 】

[This is a new copy. 】

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: [So the dungeon of Maze is really in the same Wen city as this dungeon, but on a different timeline? 】

001 doesn't answer, it can't answer.

Wen Qing's mind was a little dazed, it was at most two months before she went to the dungeon, but now three years have passed.

There will be connections between copies.

Is this copy related to Ji Sheng? Or is it really related to Ji Yu?

Is this a real small world?

The flow of time in the human world is different from that in this world.

Is the punishment still there?

...

Wen Qing's mind was in a mess, he clenched his phone tightly and wanted to call Xing Ze.

After clicking on the dialing interface, he suddenly realized that he didn't remember Xing Zhe's number.

"Click-" the bathroom door opened.

The scent of mint-scented shower gel instantly filled the entire bedroom.

Wen Qing immediately regained her senses, and subconsciously hid her phone in her pocket and looked at the bathroom.

Fu Ranxiu stood in the bathroom and just opened the door without looking over.

He was covered in moisture, and his frameless eyes were also a little foggy.

Aware of Wen Qing's straight gaze, Fu Ranxiu tilted his head and asked indifferently, "Do you want to wash?"

"No, no." Wen Qing shook his head.

He stabilized his mind and didn't think about the matter of getting lost. The top priority is to pass this dungeon now.

Wen Qing quickly went through the questions she had prepared before, and immediately ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.

Seeing this, Fu Ranxiu's eyes moved slightly, and he asked lightly, "Have you considered it?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Yes, consider it.

He's going to use props, dead pervert.

Wen Qing closed her eyes and recited "I am a victim" three times in her heart.

He held his breath and heard the sound of the prop being activated.

[[Victim Halo] has taken effect. 】

Before Wen Qing could be happy, as soon as she opened her eyes, she realized something was wrong.

Fu Ranxiu stood in front of him and looked at him with heavy eyes, without any warmth in his eyes.

wrong.

Unlike Blacktail's reaction.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, and she stammered and asked the system: [Yes, is there something wrong? 】

001 read the function of the victim halo: [kind-hearted species will have bad thoughts on you, want to bully you, make you cry, treacherous and greedy species will have good thoughts on you, want to protect you, love you you. 】

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at Fu Ranxiu in panic.

The tool works.

Fu Ranxiu hasn't gotten better...

That is to say...

Wen Qing couldn't believe it: [Fu, Fu Ranxiu are kind-hearted? ? 】

【Did you make a mistake? ! 】

001 was quiet for a moment, and said to Wen Qing: [No. 】

Wen Qing: [But he is obviously a pervert! 】

001: [He is a pervert with a kind heart. 】

Wen Qing: "???"

Fu Ranxiu slowly raised his hand, took off his glasses, and brushed the hair from his forehead to the back of his head, revealing sharp eyebrows.

His temperament is very different from before, not a coldness that comes out of his bones, but a kind of yawn that floats on the surface.

Fu Ranxiu stared at Wen Qing who was in a panic, the corners of his lips raised slightly, revealing a nasty smile.

"Your hands are beautiful."

I want to cry.