Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

"no, do not want……!"

A young man in an off-white turtleneck came up to him with a teacup. The fleece neckline of the sweater framed his pale face. After noticing his withdrawal, the young man tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were dark and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Don't be so polite." Death in the white sweater squatted down. He looked weak, but he shot like electricity, grabbed the bangs on his forehead, and dragged him back fiercely.

"Here, your black tea... and milk, I did a little processing on them and mixed them, but it didn't damage their flavor. I can't bear to drink such expensive black tea, so I'll give you all to drink it. Now...you'll like them, won't you?"

The young man smiled lowly, and in stark contrast to his elegant appearance was his near-movement.

The hard porcelain cup was slammed into the painter's lips, with a layer of skin, and the teeth inside were rattling. The young man laughed happily when he heard the voice: "Come on, drink it, don't you like it? This black tea is very expensive..."

"Umm...uuuuuuuuuuu!!"

"Don't rush to struggle, my friend, you haven't finished drinking it yet." Lin Huai pinched his cheek, forcing him to open his mouth, "I'm only responsible for pouring milk tea into your mouth, um... maybe, bring The kind of cup. Fill it with the cup, how do you feel?"

"no no……"

"Or, cut your stomach with a knife and put the teacup in? Well, just kidding, don't be so nervous." Lin Huai said with a smile, "I am a more enthusiastic person, and sometimes outright enthusiasm will If it hurts, I'll think of...a more euphemistic approach like that. Shh, I'll take the cup away, so don't shout."

The painter's lips trembled, but he did not make a sound as Lin Huai had asked. He sat blankly on the ground, blood dripping from his lips.

All this happened suddenly, completely beyond his cognition.

The tame lamb to be slaughtered suddenly raised a butcher's knife to him... This is simply more tragic than the lamb to be slaughtered turned into a happy sheep.

"Yes, I like obedient friends." Lin Huai smiled at him, "If it's too early to scream..."

"When it's time to scream later, what should I do if I don't have the strength?" As if talking to himself, he expressed concern for the other party.

"The night is still long, let's play slowly."

Lin Huai blocked his ears with earplugs. In the spirit of selflessness, he generously gave the opportunity to move his muscles and bones to the four beauties in the painting.

"It's not good to stay in the painting all the time, and occasionally come out to get some air. Don't look at me with such vigilant eyes, the same ghost is a family." He sat on the dining table with one hand, and said with a smile on his face, " Here, I'll give you a gift to practice the proficiency of the torture skills. Don't kill it, call me when you're done playing."

Lin Huai doesn't have any superhuman possessiveness towards his friends. Since there are friends who can make everyone happy, it is naturally more fun to play together. As the saying goes, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy.

He supported his chin with one hand and closed his eyes, as if he was resting for a while, and as if to hear the screams from the living room more clearly, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he closed his eyes, but suddenly said, "Why are you here?"

...

After a long time, Zhou Ying's voice came from across from him: "You shouldn't hear my footsteps."

Lin Huai smiled: "Is it hard to guess?"

Zhou Ying looked at him quietly, Lin Huai said, "But I really didn't hear it. I originally planned to say this sentence every 10 minutes, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly."

Zhou Ying:  …

The three girls of Mei Lanzhu were beating the painter until one Buddha ascended to heaven and two Buddhas came out of his body. Zhou Ying said lightly in such a voice: "Aren't you afraid that I will attack you?"

If a ghost said this, it would only be laughable, but Zhou Ying was different from ordinary ghosts.

He is evil.

Beyond the existence above the red coat.

The first match between the two was at Zhou Ying's home court, so Lin Huai almost lost Jingzhou carelessly. However, now located in Chunyu Apartment, Zhou Ying's ability is naturally limited as a foreign registered permanent residence. The two could be called evenly matched.

"Don't be so blunt, I have helped you a lot, haven't I?" Lin Huai shrugged, "Show a good attitude towards the benefactor who helped you regardless of the past."

Zhou Ying said, "I didn't accept that ring."

"The dust of the past has been settled, and exchanging the tokens of the past again will not restore the mood at that time. I left the ring to him, so that he can use it to maintain his soul after death, and stay in the painting for a good life." He He said lightly, "But if you have anything, just say it directly. It's not to repay your kindness, just do what you want to do."

"Tsk, do you artists talk so sour?" Lin Huai raised his chin and tapped his fingers on the table, "Since you want to take advantage of it, then I'll ask directly..."

A sentence came out of his pale lips: "Do you know where Wenxian is?"

Zhou Ying was startled: "Wen County?"

"I was born in that place, no, or it was... my second birth." Lin Huai smiled, "There, I once met a little girl. I called her... Youyou."

"You Ruoyou."

"but……"

"How could I be born before I was born?" he said softly, "If time is a long river, how could I, who was born in the middle of the long river, walk to the lower reaches, and reach the inflection point, go back to the upper reaches? So? …”

Zhou Ying listened quietly.

"As a Sha, do you know this place?"

Lin Huai still closed his eyes.

After a long time, he heard Zhou Ying's voice.

"When I became a Sha, I heard a raving."

"That raving consisted of two different voices, one telling me to 'diffuse' and one telling me to 'gather', the only thing they had in common was..."

"home."

"They told me that there is a place that is me, the home of all our ghostly things."

"I don't know the specific meaning of this so-called 'hometown', and I don't know what it corresponds to, but..."

"When you mentioned the word 'Wenxian', I thought of it." Zhou Yingping said flatly, "Our source, our 'hometown'."

One o'clock.

The man lay on his back on the cold floor.

His face was covered with bruises and bruises, and there were still traces of sleepy milk tea being forced down on the corners of his mouth. Even though he had fallen into a coma, he still frowned tightly, as if he was still enduring inhuman pain, and when Lin Huai's footsteps approached, he involuntarily shook.

"I don't know why." Lin Huai rubbed his fingers and looked at the painter lying on the ground like a rag doll, "I always feel that this picture is a bit perverted..."

After relaxing her muscles and bones, Simei returned to her paintings. It was rare to be able to go out, and the three women were very happy. Lan Xiang even made suggestions very actively, saying that they could help raise the NPC until the end of the game and ensure his survival. In this way, she can stay in the world, and watch the "Wang Ye, the princess has been hung on the city wall for three days" and "Have you become a red dress? No more." "Hang" public account novel...

Blood Bamboo strongly agrees with this. Zhou Ying returned to the painting, expressing that she had no interest in it.

"But..." Mei Ying frowned and said, "Didn't the game require him not to be aware of the existence of ghosts? Since we have appeared, then he..."

"It's alright," Lin Huai said while sitting next to him, shrugging, "just beat him up, a fool doesn't realize there are ghosts around him. If it doesn't work, make him a vegetative person and make sure he doesn't die before the game ends. ."

Lan Xiang: ...

Blood Bamboo:  …

Meiying:  …

The three girls looked at Lin Huai, and Lin Huai shrugged: "No, you can't do this kind of simple precision strike? Tsk, what the hell, reincarnate as soon as possible."

"Fuck!" Lan Xiang scolded.

Lin Huai wanted to take this matter into action, but when he was about to hit the next hammer, the system's blocking sound sounded in his mind. It seems that the system can't stand his crazy behavior, and reminds him:

"The painter has lost all memory of bringing the milk because he was too frightened. Please try to deal with this in a gentler way and reduce the use of violent behavior."

Now that the system has spoken, Lin Huai stopped his precise strike. As for the gentler way, Lin Huai thought about it and came up with a new idea.

He hung the four paintings beside the eight paintings of the painter, and asked them to visit each other more often, preferably to be united and friendly like the Hogwarts portrait, and to exchange experiences together. Then he moved the painter to the bed. In order to prevent the other party from struggling to escape after waking up and bumping into the ghosts who were holding an experience exchange meeting in the living room, he tied his limbs with ropes and waited quietly for his awakening.

The painter woke up with a splitting headache.

It hurts like being run over by a car. The painter opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the familiar ceiling of the bedroom.

Are you in the bedroom?

The last memory left in the brain is that he gave Lin Huai the milk... But why did he appear on a bed?

And the pain all over the body... Last night... what the **** happened?

The painter was puzzled. He was about to move his arm, but was stunned to find...

You are bound!

"What the **** is going on here...Lin Huai!" The painter looked at the young man sitting beside the bed in shock and anger, "You brought me here? You...what are you trying to do!"

Seeing the strange expression on the painter's face, Lin Huai couldn't help but wanted to torture him mentally.

"Painting," Lin Huai said with a smile.

He pointed to the white bed with his finger: "This is a canvas."

After speaking, he pointed to the painter again: "This is a painting."

"A perfect painting, isn't it?" he tilted his head. "To understand art, you must first be art... How does it feel to be art? Mr. Painter?"

The painter's face turned blue and white, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You pervert..."

Lin Huai received this honor, and his smile became more and more pleasant.

Before he was happy enough, he heard the painter's next voice: "You actually tried to imprison me in this way, forcing me to commit myself to you, you..."

"Pervert! You are the real pervert!"

Lin Huai's proud expression instantly froze.

"...what do you mean?" he said after a while.