The evil host always goes offline

Chapter 344 Dark Deacon (Blood Race)
He didn't like them, or the person in front of him.

Even though he was indeed extremely good, Xiang Shu didn't believe that he could protect her and give her happiness.

It's just that she never needs others to say anything about what she thinks and does, and she always flaunts like the scorching sun, never needing anyone to worry.

And Xiang Shu didn't think he could help her.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes and seemed a little tired, "There is no reason."

He brought them together because it was the release of her thoughts, not anything else.

But if you ask him this kind of question, there is really no answer, because there is no room for him to think about it.

"No or not?"

It was the first time Qi Zishu saw him showing such an expression, his tone was still calm.

Xiang Shu suddenly asked, "Does Lord Ding think you can give her happiness?"

Qi Zishu paused, met his eyes with a strong amber color, "Do my best."

"In this case, there is no point in asking me this question."

Xiang Shu picked up the cup and walked into his room.

"Xiang Shu, you will agree."

His pleasant voice came from behind, speaking plainly, as if he was talking about the most common facts.

The walking figure only stayed for a moment before entering the house.

Inside the house, the aroma of cocoa is stronger.

Xiang Shu sat on a chair for a while, then walked to the window.

The young man in white in the pavilion outside is no longer there.

His mind returned to the question.

Those two...

Let's see good fortune.
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It was pitch black, and Hui Sheng found himself in a cube.

It was cold and soft to touch.

It's rare, after playing for so long, I can still meet something I don't know.

The corner of Hui Sheng's mouth curled up in excitement, feeling the power of the body itself, and the bloodthirsty blade appeared in his hand while waving.

Just when she was about to cut away the thing that was trapping her, the whole cube suddenly moved.

The bloodthirsty blade pierced the bottom, stabilizing the figure.

Outside the cube, there is a void of darkness.

The cube moves upwards, touches a membrane, then fuses with the membrane for a moment like a cell, and emerges from the membrane.

During this period of transformation, Hui Sheng saw a light above the originally pitch-black field of vision, and then the light gradually covered the entire cube.

Noisy voices followed, as if there was a big circle around it.

"Who is playing this time?"

"I heard it's the Muse."

"Who is the muse?"

"Haven't heard of the Muse? He is the villain who slaughtered millions of people thousands of years ago." The person who answered thought for himself, "But I heard that he is short, so I don't know if the rumors are full of water."

"Slaughter a million? Do you believe such nonsense? Besides, all the muses are women these days."

"Haha, that's what I said."

Words like this abound.

Hui Sheng rubbed his eyes and pulled out the bloodthirsty blade after feeling that he had almost adapted to the light.

"The next one is the Muse who slaughtered millions of people thousands of years ago. Some people say he is cruel and heartless, and some say he is a joke. Let us witness together..."

Before the host at the top finished speaking, the cube below that encloses Hui Sheng was divided into two and four.

cut? !

It was as if the mute button had been pressed on the scene, and the originally noisy surroundings suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, louder voices erupted, as if cheering for the people in the middle of the field.

Hui Sheng glanced at the people with different looks and features sitting in the stands, looked at the scene that was like a black boxing stage, and blinked.

"What's the situation?"

(End of this chapter)