Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

Song Nan was pulled into the room by Mack, and immediately discovered that there was Qian Kun in this room.

The interior is not as shabby and old as the exterior. Instead, it is a space of its own. The entrance is a long red corridor with dark wallpaper on both sides. Doors are embedded in the wall. It is old-fashioned and solemn, giving people an extremely... The heavy sense of oppression, especially the various numbers marked with bright red paint on the door, seems like an ominous place of judgment, arousing uneasiness and guilt in people's hearts.

"Sir, please go to Room 1." The cloaked man took out a cloak of the same material and color as him, handed it to him, and spoke softly.

Song Nan recovered from his anxiety, hurriedly took the cloak and put it on him casually. Then he lowered his head and looked at the bright red carpet as he stepped into the corridor. However, in the next second, Mack reached out and grabbed the hood.

He pulled Song Nan to stop his progress. At the same time, he stared at the cloaked man with dark blue eyes and asked lightly: "Why doesn't he go to Room 2 with us? That's where important matters are discussed."

The man in the cloak acted stiffly and sneered bitterly: "This is the first time that your Excellency has come here and has not participated in the ritual meeting. I want him to wait in Room 1 for a while and then inform him after the meeting is over."

Mackerel's eyes darkened, and he chuckled: "How can that be done? It's not good to neglect the Lord. Wouldn't it be more convenient to just let him watch our meeting on the 2nd?"

The man in the cloak couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead: "I'm just worried that the messenger will have objections to this... If you agree, the messenger, you can naturally go to Room 2 to listen."

Mack paused, his dark blue eyes suddenly shrank into needle threads, and he hid in the hood and carefully observed the facial expression of the cloaked man. He found that he did not show any signs of lying or guilty conscience, and he couldn't help but begin to doubt his own judgment.

Song Nan raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, the cloaked man did him a big favor, allowing him to directly listen to the content of the ceremony.

He smiled brightly, grabbed Saber's hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Master Messenger, let's go~"

Mack frowned, looking at his bright smile, she suppressed the depression in her heart and silently moved with his strength.

Seeing this, the cloaked man in the back looked a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the envoy, as cold as someone who owed him 800 million, actually allowed the master to lead him away, and did not directly kill him because of the master's human identity... He But remember that the messenger hates human beings very much, and even those who believe in him will be killed by him if he doesn't like it.

He shuddered, noticed the pause of the figure in front of him, immediately stepped forward, opened the door with a flattering smile, and welcomed them in.

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Song Nan was sitting in the corner of the room, holding a pamphlet handed over by the cloaked man in his hand, with a complex formation drawn on it.

"This is the formation we have modified to summon the 'gods' more accurately. Please take a look."

The cloaked man sitting in the middle of the round table stood up and looked around at the six people sitting upright, with a serious look on his face.

Mackerel scanned the formation roughly and pursed his lower lip.

Seeing this, the man in the cloak asked tremblingly: "Sir Messenger, is there anything wrong with the formation?"

Mackerel raised his dark blue eyes and stretched out his hand to press a line on the lower right corner of the formation: "Cut it off here to reduce the deviation."

The cloaked man followed his fingertips and asked doubtfully: "But in the formations of previous years, didn't this line have to exist?"

Mackerel didn't want to say more and said indifferently: "Just do as I say."

The cloaked man swallowed unconsciously, nodded tremblingly, took out a pen and quickly drew a line on that line.

Mack remained silent, leaning on the back of his chair, waiting quietly for them to continue the meeting.

The cloaked man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sat down slowly, and waited for the next person to speak.

The cloaked man next to him stood up, stood quite straight, and said quickly: "We have captured the 'blood bags' that poured into the town yesterday, but two high-quality 'blood bags' escaped. Don't worry, messenger, we Be sure to catch them before the ceremony begins.”

Mackerel's fingertips tapped on the table, making a "tap-tat-tat" sound, which made people feel uneasy.

After a moment, he asked calmly: "Who is taking care of the 'blood bag' now?"

The cloaked man trembled and said cautiously: "It will be under the supervision of another envoy."

Mackerel's fingertips stopped tapping, and he turned his head inexplicably to look at Song Nan who was listening carefully in the corner, and chuckled: "Sir, do you want to see the 'blood bag'?"

Song Nan was stunned, feeling the joking in his tone, and shook his head: "No need."

Mackerel was surprised and raised his hand to hold his chin: "I thought you would be very interested in the 'blood bag', but it seems I was wrong."

Song Nan's fingertips trembled. Of course he was interested in the 'blood bag', but he didn't dare!

As if aware of his concern, Mack stood up, walked to him, then leaned down slightly, took his hand, and asked softly: "Sir, do you need me to accompany you?"

"Wow~"

Everyone in the room wearing the same cloak took a breath and looked at the two of them blankly. The man in the cloak who opened the door for them was sitting on his chair shivering. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he just hoped that he wouldn't. Because of Song Nan's status, as before, he took people to other rooms and used them as food rations, or directly killed them.

In particular, there was another envoy where he was taking him, and that envoy was as cruel as him. If the two of them acted together, he was worried that even Song Nan's bones would not be found...

The cloaked man closed his eyes, not daring to stop Mack's actions. He could only secretly pray for Song Nan, praying that he could come back alive.

Song Nan frowned, wondering why this person was always rushing to send him messages. Could it be that he had a special purpose?Or are you very confident in yourself?Not caring what he might do?

He pursed his lips, stood up according to his strength, glanced at the people at the table who had stopped reporting automatically, and followed him out of the room.

Mackerel held his hand and said in a gentle tone: "They won't continue the report until we go back. Don't worry, you won't miss any information."

Song Nan lowered his eyes, walked quickly to him, then broke away from him, and walked with him into the room with the number 7 painted on it...

The room was filled with people whose hands and feet were tied, blindfolded and gagged. Large amounts of blood flowed out from their necks, turning the blood-red carpet black and red.

Song Nan did a rough scan and found that they were tourist NPCs arranged by the system when entering the game. Although he had expected that they would not be able to hold on for a long time, he did not expect that they would all be captured in just one night.

Next to them, a man with golden jellyfish hair was sitting on the ground. There was someone's blood dripping in his hand. After sniffing it lightly with the tip of his nose, he shook the blood away in disgust and kicked the person at his feet angrily.

"What a disgusting smell this is! The quality of the blood is too inferior!"

Mackerel stepped on the wet carpet and said expressionlessly: "Black Star, even if the quality is poor, it can still contribute a small amount of use. You have to know how to exercise restraint."

Black Star curled his lips, raised his dark purple eyes, and looked at him: "It's easy for you to say. Even I despise this kind of blood, let alone the Lord. Aren't you afraid that he will run away if he smells this smell? "

Mack frowned, looking dissatisfied: "It will not give up its power just because of this unnecessary need."

"Yes." Black Star bent his right leg, raised his elbow to rest on his leg, held his cheek with his palm, tilted his head and looked at Song Nan behind him, and asked, "Why did you bring him here? His blood is very High quality, the best 'blood bag', why, are you willing to let him become a 'blood bag'?"

Mackerel paused, then reached out to grab Song Nan's back collar, pushed him forward, and pushed him into the room: "You also said that he is the best 'blood bag'. He is his and its favorite human being, you Take some blood from him as a last resort to attract them."

He watched Black Star's golden hair transform into orange-red tentacles, which instantly wrapped around Song Nan's wrist and pulled her into his arms. He turned around and walked out of the room. He also closed the door thoughtfully and listened quietly to what was going on inside. Wait for the blood collection to end.

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Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was caught off guard and bumped into Black Star's chest: "Well..."

Black Star held his chin and raised it, looking at his red nose and water-colored eyes, and teased: "So beautiful~"

The pair of dark purple eyes shrank, and the color became darker. He leaned closer to his neck, sniffing the fragrance emanating from the blood vessels, and involuntarily stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick his canine teeth, and said infatuatedly: "It smells so good~ It spreads all over the body. It smells sweet~"

Black Star hugged him tightly, her lips pressed against his skin, and her hot breath hit her fair skin, instantly "burning" it to pink.

"What should I do? I really want it too~ Or else, rebel? Let them both lose... Then you will be mine~ Hehehe~"