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Chapter 279: anchor hall

Chapter 279

After sending the other members of the guild away, Wen Jianyan returned to his room again.

He flung himself onto the bed, buried his head deeply in the soft pillow, and on his half-exposed side face, there was a rare look of tiredness in his eyebrows and eyes.

""

Ah, so tired.

He had just left the high-pressure and difficult team book, and he was tossing and turning between two terrifying existences that could crush him to death at any time. As long as he made a slight mistake, he might be doomed. After all this, his The spirit has been tense to the extreme

Even after entering the Nightmare live broadcast room, he has rarely been in such a limit state.

very tired.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes slowly.

The eyelids gradually became heavy, and the vision became blurred little by little, and finally collapsed.

Soon, even breathing sounded in the dimly lit room.

He fell asleep.

When people are too tired, they often have bizarre dreams.

As if trapped in a bottomless quagmire, sinking coldly and slowly, there is no way to stop it.

Broken pictures, unfamiliar scenes, blurred faces...like a shattered kaleidoscope, and finally mixed everything in chaos, mixed with blood, screaming, and wailing.

Until the darkness spread from the corners in all directions, swallowing and replacing all the pictures.

A pair of golden pupils were burning in the darkness, silently watching their prey.

The sharp teeth bit into the flesh, and the cold palms and shadows swam.

They are very close.

It's not like hugging, but like fighting for life, fighting each other endlessly.

In the chaos, he prevailed.

The weak prey pins the savage predator to the ground.

He looked directly at the ferocious beast under his palm, and his fingers sank deep into the opponent's throat, trembling, and slowly tightened.

The blade was sunk deep in the flesh, and the soft touch of flesh and blood entangled between the fingers.

The blood is rushing, the heart is beating wildly, and the adrenaline continues to soar like a roller coaster, bringing a Tao Taoran, ecstasy-like excitement.

Perhaps because it was in a dream, pain, fear, hatred...all negative emotions were left behind, becoming light and insignificant.

Covered by these emotions, a deeper and less perceptible existence emerges...

Almost pleasure.

When human beings are in a life-threatening situation, they will easily desire **** and contact. This is a biological instinct, and the genes engraved in dna are eager to pass on.

How happy.

How high pitched.

What a pleasure.

The desire to win and dominate overwhelms everything.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred.

Wen Jianyan felt that his jaw was forcibly pried open, blood as thick as molten gold was poured into his throat, boiling hot like magma, water cold like cold iron, burning his throat, esophagus, and abdominal cavity, and he couldn't breathe. And the nose is full of cold and strong **** smell.

He heard the familiar deep voice ask—

"how is the taste"

"—!"

Wen Jianyan gasped and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Dididi-dididi-"

The alarm clock on the bedside table beside him was beeping crazily, making piercing and sharp noises, beating wildly in his ears, causing his temples to swell and ache.

"Too noisy."

Wen Jianyan propped up his heavy eyelids, raised his hand with difficulty, leaned over, and fumbled to turn off the alarm clock.

The alarm clock, which was no longer beeping, stood quietly by the bedside, flickering with a faint blue light in the dim light.

Wen Jianyan rubbed her sore shoulder and neck, and glanced up.

He counted everything, he had already slept twelve hours.

He slept a little too long, making him a little groggy.

Moreover, Wen Jianyan now has a bit of a headache because he forgot to dry his hair before falling asleep.

His body seemed to be falling apart, his bones and muscles were all clamoring loudly, as if protesting against his overuse.

"Hmmm..."

He raised his hand to press his throbbing temple, frowned, and moaned in pain.

His hair is curled up in all directions, messy, like an unruly weed. Due to his restless sleeping position, the T-shirt on his body has become wrinkled, and the edges are rolled up, revealing a small half On the abdomen, under the dim light, the small piece of skin was dazzlingly white, clean and smooth, and the scarlet incantations before had disappeared completely, without leaving any trace.

So sad.

He obviously just took a shower before going to bed, and after a nap, he sweated again and became sticky.

In the drowsiness, the dream just now appeared in my mind inadvertently.

""

Wen Jianyan was startled, subconsciously raised his hand, and touched his throat.

When the golden blood poured into his mouth, the terrible burning sensation seemed to remain in his throat. Even now that he has regained consciousness, he still feels palpitations.

blood.

In some cultures, blood represents life and soul.

In the beginning, Wen Jianyan awakened Wu Zhu with his own blood, and after that, the other party also unabashedly expressed their desire for his blood.

And the sentence that appeared on the kraft paper—

"Feed the giant snake with the blood of God".

So... what would happen if a human was fed the blood of a god

Before that, he had no time, and he was not subconsciously unwilling to think about this problem, but, like the elephant in the room, no matter whether Wen Jianyan thinks about it or not, this hidden danger will always exist, and it will not disappear because of it. .

Wen Jianyan didn't know what would happen to himself after swallowing the blood of the evil god...

Of course, the kraft paper may know, but Wen Jianyan has not yet decided whether to use up a precious number of questions for it.

The picture in the dream clearly appeared in front of his eyes, and the mouth and nose seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and a look of serious worry flashed across his eyes.

He seemed to have thought of something suddenly, stretched out his hand, and subconsciously touched the lower side of his waist, close to the hip bone.

The skin was smooth, and the scarlet brand seemed to have never appeared.

— has indeed disappeared.

After confirming this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good.

It seemed that the dream just now was just a dream.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and wiped his face, shaking off the distracting thoughts in his mind.

He turned over and was about to get out of bed, but as soon as he moved, he seemed to feel something...

Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped.

"..."

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes slowly moved down, and he quickly glanced at the messy thin quilt around his waist.

"..."

He looks away.

His face remained unchanged, calm and composed.

Um.

It's just a normal physical condition.

After all, he is also an adult with normal needs, but after entering the nightmare, he has no chance to fall in love at all, and he has no time or energy to find a suitable bed partner. After all, his physiological functions are very normal , if this kind of thing doesn't happen, he should doubt himself instead.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the dream just now.

It has nothing to do with the content of the dream just now!

Wen Jianyan was expressionless, and finished the analysis rationally, then quickly lifted the thin quilt, jumped out of bed, and plunged into the bathroom.

The faucet was turned on, and hot water gushed out.

Wen Jianyan stood under the nozzle and vigorously raised his hands to wash his face.

The momentary embarrassment just now disappeared, and he pushed back his wet hair with one hand, lowered his head, and subconsciously glanced at the Ouroboros ring on his other hand.

"..."

A thought popped into his mind without warning.

I have to say that Wu Zhu learned well.

Although the...weird feeling in the process is relatively strong, the sensory impact it brings is doubled. It would be a lie to say that I didn't enjoy it.

For Wen Jianyan, an extreme hedonist who takes "timely gratification" as his life benchmark, generally speaking, he doesn't hate anything that makes him happy.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and wiped his face, wiping the drops of water off his face. The corners of his brows and eyes were slightly red from the hot water, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, like a feline stretched out, his eyes seemed to be moistened. The water, hooked, lazy and inattentive, doesn't seem to be trying to hide its essence.

He tilted his head.

Um…

An eight out of ten is always enough.

If it is a commodity, it is probably to the extent that he would be willing to buy it back.

Wen Jianyan simply took a shower, changed his clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

After taking a shower, he basically forgot what happened just now.

Wen Jianyan sat on the bed and took out his phone. As soon as the screen was turned on, the content of the letter that was sent to the phone before appeared in front of his eyes again.

...the secret council?

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

Before that, he thought that he had come into contact with enough high-level anchors in the nightmare, but today, everything seemed to be different.

He is completely unfamiliar with the name [Secret Council]. It has never appeared even once in Wen Jianyan's previous communication career, and there is no trace left on the forum. Completely "doesn't exist".

There is only one possibility.

...not enough levels.

Wen Jianyan rubbed the edge of the phone thoughtfully.

Although he was proficient in various high-level occasions before, dealing with different guilds and anchors, but in the process, there was a group of people he had never been in contact with from the beginning to the end, that is, the entire Nightmare senior anchor among the top ten.

They tend to be very low-key, rarely appearing in public—to be precise, rarely appearing on occasions that most anchors have access to.

Among these ten anchors, up to now, Wen Jianyan has only come into contact with one of them in the dungeon, and that is Orange Candy, who is ranked seventh. Except for her, the other nine are almost completely different to him. strangeness.

And after his total points became the eighth in the ranking list, the invitation to the "Secret Council" was sent to his mobile phone very quickly. All of this is definitely not a coincidence, it is very likely... this existence is only limited to the top ten. , Because of this, he had never heard of a similar name before and collected any relevant information.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and let out a slow breath.

Once again, he affirmed that the choice he made was correct.

Even though it's been so long... the secrets inside the Nightmare are still only so much.

Like an iceberg buried deep below the surface of the sea, the vast majority of anchors can only touch the part above the surface of the sea, and know nothing about the whole picture of the nightmare. Here, only when the level is high enough can you get enough contact and dive deep enough.

This is a huge object with a complex structure. As a last resort, the person trapped in it, even he, can only catch a glimpse of its scales and corners occasionally, but cannot get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Breaking the contract with Wu Zhu is not only for freedom, but also for the ownership of his soul.

More because of fear.

Give the power to Lexie God, let him use the mechanical descending ability to destroy such an unknown existence, not to mention whether it can be successful, even if it succeeds, it may bring more terrible disasters, even destruction **** results.

not to mention…

There's no guarantee that Reign of Fiend will be the better choice after replacing Nightmare.

Ability God can never be trusted.

If human beings want to be saved, they can only rely on themselves.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and glanced at the information on the phone again.

— There are less than three hours left before the invitation to the secret council.

He might have to prepare and set off quickly.

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