Looking at the big snowball beside Zhou Fan, the eyes of the little boy in blood and the shortest boy in the first middle school were straight, and the voice of the tallest little boy in blood, whose body was almost completely useless, emerged from the air: "You are rude, we clearly agreed to throw a The size of a snowball."

"The weight thrown doesn't conflict with the weight I said. I mean how big the snowball should be, but I didn't say that the snowball thrown is a snowball." Zhou Fan retorted: " If you don't believe me, think about it."

The three little boys in blood were silent for a while. Zhou Fan did mention the size of the snowball he threw, but he didn't say that it was a snowball.

"It's not fair, you didn't explain it in advance." The shortest little boy in blood said angrily.

"But you didn't say that your arm can still move after it's broken. It's not fair to me." Zhou Fan said with a sneer.

The three little boys in blood were all suffocated.

"Besides, after I've thrown five snowballs this big, you can also throw such a big one at me. It should be fair." Zhou Fan added: "And you asked me to throw it first."

The three little boys in blood fell silent again, and they fell into confusion.

"We lost." The little boy in the highest blood robe said quietly.

At this time, another crack appeared in the snow, and the little boy in the blood-painted blood stepped out.

The little boy in the blood-clothed painting had an indifferent expression. He watched the game from the beginning to the end, but he never interfered, because this was his rule, and he couldn't break his own rules.

The little boy in the blood-clothed painting waved his hand, and Zhou Fan's body disappeared again like a whirlpool.

This movement made Zhou Fan feel dizzy, and when he stood still again, he shook his head, his vision became clear again, and he looked at the little boy in blood in the room.

This is a studio.

The little boy in blood also instantly appeared beside Zhou Fan, and he looked at Zhou Fan silently.

Zhou Fan felt horrified.

"If I send you to the wooden man one-two-three or guessing fists, you will still think of winning, because you can see their weakness, their IQ is very low, so there is no point in doing so." The little boy in blood slowly Say.

"Who are you?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Who are you?" the little boy in blood asked.

Such a rhetorical question made Zhou Fan stunned, "Who am I?"

The eyes of the blood-clothed boy were as deep as two swirls, and Zhou Fan stared at him blankly.

It wasn't until the vortex stopped that Zhou Fan was suddenly shocked. He woke up completely, and those dull eyes became smart. He was afraid to look at the little boy in blood, and at the same time tried to run the infuriating energy in his body, but in the dream he was in the body. It was empty, with no real energy at all.

He was just an ordinary person in the dream.

This fact made his heart sink even more, and he was able to wake up obviously because of the little boy in blood.

What does this little boy in blood mean?

"Who are you?" The blood-clothed boy picked up the paintbrush, tapped the paintbrush, and smeared the vermilion paint on the canvas.

The canvas was still hazy, and Zhou Fan couldn't see what was on the canvas.

"Don't you know who I am?" Zhou Fan thought for a while.

"Only who you think you are will I know who you are." The little boy in blood said casually.

It turned out to be a philosophical question... Zhou Fan thought for a while, he replied, "You know me, but I never seem to have seen you."

"I know you, and you know me too, but you just forgot. We haven't seen each other for a long time." The little boy in blood said calmly, his voice did not contain any emotion.

"Did you admit the wrong person?" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment.

"No." The little boy in blood said firmly.

Zhou Fan was silent for a while and said: "But my memory is very complete, why don't you tell me, where did you meet me?"

"Such a topic is meaningless. When you think about it, you will remember it. Otherwise, if I say it, you will suspect that I am lying to you, and I don't want to talk about the past." No reply, focus on drawing.

"Then why are you looking for me?" Zhou Fan hesitated and asked.

He can't confirm whether the little boy in blood is kind or malicious to him now. He prefers that the little boy in blood is malicious to him, but if it is malicious, why haven't he dealt with him?

Those games are malicious, but there should be a better way for the little boy in blood.

The attitude of the little boy in blood is really strange.

The little boy in blood hung the paintbrush in his hand and didn't move, he said slowly: "I don't know, this should be the best chance to kill you, but I'm afraid you will wake up, so I can't do it directly, I can only try I'm dealing with you according to the rules of the dream, but I didn't expect you to remain a little wise in the dream."

Zhou Fan relaxed a little when he heard the tense mind here, and he heard the boy in blood giving up.

But I also understand that the little boy in blood may regard him as an enemy, otherwise he would not want to kill him.

"What kind of hatred do I have with you?" Zhou Fan asked cautiously.

"You are a very annoying person, that's why I want to kill you." The little boy in blood continued to draw with a paintbrush.

There are many canvases in the painting room, but the canvases are all hazy and blurry, and the specific portraits cannot be clearly seen.

Zhou Fan was a little helpless. He really suspected that the little boy in blood had mistaken the person, but he couldn't explain it, because the little boy in blood insisted that he did not admit the wrong person.

For a while, Zhou Fan didn't know what to say to this weird little boy in blood.

"It's almost dawn." The little boy in blood sighed and said: "Those products of the dream rules are too stupid. You can maintain a little bit of intelligence, they are not your opponents."

The vigilance in Zhou Fan's eyes gradually deepened. Is the little boy in blood going to shoot him?

The little boy in the blood coat put the pen on the pen holder, he turned to look at Zhou Fan, his pupils were still deep, and the blood coat swayed slightly.

Zhou Fan didn't speak, just looked at the little boy in blood in silence. If the little boy in blood really attacked him, he could only try to avoid it.

Even if there is no infuriating, he is not willing to wait to die.

"I can't kill you~lightnovelpub.net~ Then it's pointless for me to stay here, so this night will be my last meeting with you, and the next meeting will take a long time." His pupils became vicissitudes, and his voice was full of sense.

"Can you hug me?" The little boy in the blood shirt said in a relaxed tone, he seemed to be just making an unusual request.

Of course not... Zhou Fan opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but he found that his body froze and he couldn't move.

The blood-clothed boy came over, and Zhou Fan found his arms spread out and embraced the blood-clothed boy into his arms.

Zhou Fan felt a chill, but the **** clothes he touched with his arms were like ice that would never melt in ten thousand years, and the gloomy cold eroded him.

Zhou Fan found that his body became blurred. He looked down at the little boy in blood that was being held by him, and thought to himself: I'm just holding a child, it's nothing.

"It seems that you really forgot everything, sister..." the little boy muttered to himself.

This was the last sentence Zhou Fan heard before he left the dream.