Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

Zhou Wenyan dropped his eyelids and his eyes fell on the hands that were holding his hands.

No panic, no struggle, just a faint look.

I don't know why, the white face that has already died has felt a trace of fear.

It was reluctant to retreat, and was about to let go of the hand, and when it was drilled back under the warm bed, it was pulled by the people on the bed.

Zhou Wenyan grabbed the white-faced arm and pulled it straight out of the bed.

The white-faced body was pulled very long, like a noodle. One was caught in the hands of Zhou Wenyan, and the other one was still under the bed, and he refused to come out.

Zhou Wenyan looked at his long, white face: "Who made you come?"

The settings for this game are more like card games.

Under the premise of not being killed by ghosts, ghosts can be captured and turned into cards for their own use. Therefore, in addition to the natural ghosts, there will be ghosts driven by the players.

When Zhou Wenyan entered the room, he deliberately read it again. There were no ghosts inside.

And this white-faced ghost suddenly appeared under the bed.

The white-faced ghost is still a more professional ethic ghost. He does not immediately sell its owner, but thinks about killing.

It stretched out two bare arms and slammed into the neck of Zhou Wenyan.

Zhou Wenyan “snapped” and a black mist rose from his fingertips and twisted the body of the white-faced ghost.

The action of the white-faced ghost is dead there.

It can clearly feel the huge yin in this black fog, enough to make it fly away. It immediately changed a face, revealing the color of pleading: "I said, I said..."

Zhou Wenyan’s light is cold: “I don’t like to ask a question twice, let alone...”

White-faced ghost: "No-"

This word did not come out in the throat, and I saw a black mist coming in and wrapped the whole ghost.

When the black fog receded, the white-faced ghosts accompanied the sounds that had not yet been made, and disappeared without a trace. Unlike other ghosts, the white-faced ghosts are not left.

Zhou Wenyan let go of his hand and slowly said the second half of the sentence: "...theone who made me quarrel is sleeping."

He turned to look at Shen Dongqing.

Shen Dongqing knew nothing about this, but after recovering to silence, he took a hug and hugged it.

Zhou Wenyan simply rolled over and sat up, his eyes turned to the place where the front desk lights could not shine.

Before he could open his mouth, the black shadow was drilled out of the corner and he lowered his head honestly.

Zhou Wenyan put a light voice: "Do you know?"

After seeing the picture just now, the black shadow did not hesitate, and nodded quickly.

Originally, the black shadow thought that the former homeowner was already scary enough, and I did not expect another one to be more powerful.

It’s already very difficult to be a ghost. It’s really hard to accept people’s intimidation.

The black shadow holds the idea that others die better than it, and how the white-faced ghost comes from where it comes from.

The white-faced ghost comes from room 1209.

According to the shadow, there are two people living in Room 1209.

Zhou Wenyan held a card with **** and handed it over.

The black shadow was picked up very well.

"Take the past and put it in room 1209."

Reciprocity.

The alarm clock sounded on time.

At the same time, there is a systematic broadcast.

[Real-time broadcast of surviving players, currently surviving players 21]

More than the night before.

Unlike other people, Zhou Wenyan also heard the death of his teammates.

It seems that they should have had a good dream last night.

Zhou Wenyan thought casually.

Shen Dongqing was woken up by the alarm clock. He stumbled and said Zhou Wenyan: "What did you do last night? How did it become delicious?"

The yin of the body has become thicker.

Zhou Wenyan’s lips are tilted up: “Want to eat?”

Shen Dongqing hasn't woken up yet, but the action is one step faster than thinking: "Think."

The two men squatted in the room for a while before going out.

The blueberry heard the movement and looked at it. At first glance, she saw Shen Dongqing’s slightly red lips. She coughed a little and pretended to see everything and said, "Are you having a movement there last night?"

Shen Dongqing picked up a toast on the table and took a bite: "No, it's quite quiet."

Blueberry said strangely: "I don't have it there. It is clear that there are two waves of ghosts the night before, will it be too quiet?"

Shen Dongqing: "I didn't have anything before the night before?"

The black shadow that came up with hot milk silently spit.

Is there any, isn't it almost torn by your hand? Scared that other compatriots are far apart.

Shen Dongqing took the milk and blew it, and drank a big mouth. After putting down the cup, he habitually said: "I am full."

Zhou Wenyan wiped his paper towel and wiped his mouth. His eyes turned to the past and he could not help laughing.

Shen Dongqing's dining habits are more childish. After eating, the mouth is covered with breadcrumbs, and he has not noticed it.

Zhou Wenyan reached out and wiped away the food residue on his face. He also handed it to him.

Shen Dongqing looked down and held the idea that he could not waste. He scraped together and smashed on Zhou Wenyan’s finger.

Zhou Wenyan only felt the soft and moist tongue tipping over his fingertips, and there was a kind of unspeakable feeling.

The blueberries sitting opposite them both silently covered their eyes.

The two big sisters are playing love games again, see no evil...

Room 1209.

There are two people sitting in the hall.

One seems to be the leader, with a "dead" tattoo on his cheek, fierce and sinister; the other is weak, sitting on the side.

The tattoo was half-squinting: "How was it last night?"

The younger brother took out a stack of cards and said with excitement: "This is the harvest last night. I killed so many people in one night. It seems that we can successfully pass the customs."

This game world is like a real game.

Not only can ghosts become cards, they kill players, and the cards in the hands of players can take their own.

Tattoos are not as excited as the younger brother: "Look at what cards are there."

The younger brother turned over one by one: "There is nothing useful."

Those who can die last night, most of them are not very powerful players, the cards that can be obtained are also relatively tasteless, and several of them are ordinary.

"Hey, this is good." The younger brother took one of them and took a closer look at the introduction.

This card is [Peeping Eyes], it will appear in every reflective place, as long as it is in direct contact with these eyes, it will be immediately claimed.

"It's quite useful..."

The words have not finished, the younger brother suddenly saw a pair of eyes on the reflective card surface.

The eyes have no feelings, they seem to be drawn in black and white cartoons, and there is no trace of impurities in the black, as if they can absorb all the light.

The voice of the younger brother stopped.

He stared at the eyes on the card face, and one hand involuntarily lifted it up and placed it on his neck. The five fingers gradually tightened and straightened his neck.

The younger brother has been unable to breathe, and the voice of "squeaky" is heard in the mouth.

Even so, he still did not put down the card held by the other hand. Here he looked at the eyes and finally killed himself in a living.

The tattoo was watching indifferently until the younger brother lost his breath and fell to the ground. He then walked over and picked up the card that killed the younger brother.

Tattoos are a bit smashed with the angle of the card, just to miss the side of the reflection.

"It was pitted." He put down the card and said to himself.

This card is the owner.

In this game, if the owner is not dead, others steal the card and will be directly countered by the ghosts in the card.

It seems that the ghost sent last night not only did not kill this person, but also was put together.

The tattoo is not angry.

On the contrary, I feel that it is a good thing to meet a rival who is quite a fan here.

Tattoo turned out the ghost card sent last night.

There are two cards that are not coming back. It seems that the player who has his hand is in the middle of these two people.

"1441 and 1804..."

This is the room where the two cards went last night.

The tattoo took out a card from the close-fitting pocket and shook it under the light. It could be seen with a line of words - a ghost call.

This is the card that the tattoo has made a lot of effort.

It is also a coincidence that the medium of this ghost call is a mobile phone and a phone. It is just that the tattoo does not like to use the mobile phone, there is no belt, or it will be the way.

The ability of this card is better than other cards.

No solution.

As long as you hear the ringing and pick up the phone, this person will die, and ignore the number of people, while making multiple ghost calls.

Tattoos hold the card, and the corner of his mouth reveals a smile that is in the grip.

Shen Dongqing was half lying on the sofa playing with music, and the head rested on Zhou Wenyan's thigh.

Zhou Wenyan is slowly touching the hair of Shen Dongqing and looks very happy.

Shen Dongqing suddenly sighed and frowned.

The blueberry sitting on the side was very nervous: "What's wrong?"

Shen Dongqing raised his mobile phone: "This is not going to go."

blueberry:……

Zhou Wenyan took the phone: "I am coming."

He lowered his head and played it seriously.

Although serious men are very handsome, but play with music...

Well, as long as it looks good, it is very handsome no matter what you do.

Shen Dongqing looked up and could see Zhou Wenyan’s squatting squat. He thought about it and slammed it to kiss him. After I finished the game, I didn’t know why I was doing this. I smiled and squinted.

Zhou Wenyan’s fingers trembled and he made a mistake. It’s just that the pass has not passed.

He glanced at Shen Dongqing, who was very happy when he smiled. He restarted the pass, quickly cleared the customs, and stuffed the phone back into the hands of Shen Dongqing. He followed the person seriously and kissed him again.

Blueberries sitting in the living room were forced to eat dog food, only sitting for a while, I felt that there was no one in the body. But there is no way, with her ability, not to act alone.

In this picture of children's inconvenience, she can only turn her head and deceive herself to open the TV.

A news channel was broadcast on the TV, and the beautiful hostess was broadcasting entertainment news.

“A network writer in the city is bursting with red, and has signed a contract with a famous publishing house. The online drama is closely preparing for the selection of small flowers and small students...”

The picture above flashed, and the figure of the online writer appeared. It was a stern man with a thin face and a pale face.

Blueberry felt that this person was familiar with it, but just did not distinguish it, he heard a ringing tone in his ear.

The melody of this ringtone is normal, but suddenly this has scared her.

Blueberry looked at her mobile phone and there was no caller ID, so she looked at the other two people.

Shen Dongqing was playing with music, and suddenly a phone call popped up, letting him cut it out directly from the game.

"Marketing?"

Shen Dongqing snorted and rushed back to customs clearance. He hanged up the phone without looking at it.

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