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

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Song Nan lay on the beauty's couch, yawned lazily, and looked at the door of the palace aimlessly.

On the dark jade stairs, the dead people have disappeared, and even the blood has disappeared, as if the previous scene was just an illusion.

Bei Siwen put her hands behind her back and sat on the ground without any disdain. She leaned back and leaned against the wall. She exclaimed in a low voice: "Such a big person can just say nothing. The system is really powerful."

She tilted her head and looked at Song Nan curiously: "What kind of monster are you? The system is too good to you, right? You can call him out whenever you want."

Song Nan paused and met her surprised eyes: "What are you like?"

"Me?" Bei Siwen sneered, "If I can hear the sound transmission from the system, then I would be really grateful to my parents."

"The system does not live in the player's body. If the player has a need, he must report it. Whether he can get a response depends on luck. However, if he gets a response from the system, it will be relatively easier to negotiate the conditions. …”

She sighed deeply: "The system has procedural regulations. It can only answer questions according to the rules and cannot provide any substantial help. It is not so much a good helper for players, but more of a tool for players to communicate with their superiors."

Beswen clenched her fists and pounded the ground angrily: "Damn the Lord God! If the Lord God hadn't forcibly pulled players into the game, we wouldn't be living in such pain!"

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, turned sideways, supported his head, and said calmly: "How did you enter the game?"

Bei Siwen was stunned, and unconsciously followed his words and fell into memories: "How did I get in..."

Her eyes were in a trance for a long time, then she stumbled and said: "It seemed...I was about to die, and then, a light suddenly appeared and asked me if I wanted to have a second life..."

Bethwen raised her hands to cover her head: "It's so strange... If I do it voluntarily, why do I hate it so much?"

Song Nan tilted his head: "Are you angry? After all, it gave you a second life, but made your life so painful, so it is normal to hate it."

Beswen was suspicious, tilted her head, and looked into those eyes that were always gentle but contained no emotion: "Your physical data are very weak, and you don't look like someone who can survive in such a cruel environment. The Lord God has taken the liberty of treating you Don’t you hate it when you’re pulled into the game?”

"Oh?" Song Nan raised his eyebrows and paused, "I was indeed picked up by the system, but it asked for my opinion and was very cute. What's more, I couldn't be more happy to play such an interesting game. Why hate it?”

"And..." He looked at her face and said calmly, "Didn't the system also give you a choice? As long as you want, you can stay in the world and live forever."

Beswen frowned: "What if the copy is reset? No one is sure what will happen."

Song Nan curled his lips, and the cheeks he held in his palms became more and more bulging: "According to the rules set by the Lord God, Article 1002 shows: Once the player decides on the dungeon to live in, this dungeon will be separated according to the ending played by the player. A parallel world for players to safely settle in.”

He looked at Beswen's flushed face and said coldly: "The price is - losing everything you had as a player, and never being a player again."

Bei Siwen's pupils shrank, her face was full of shame, her eyes were wandering, she just didn't dare to look at him anymore: "How boring is this? Seeking excitement is the path that players will choose..."

Her voice became softer and softer, and finally she stopped. She intertwined her fingers in embarrassment, curling her fingertips so that her nails were almost embedded in her flesh.

Song Nan glanced at her lightly, turning a blind eye to her shame: "If that's the case, why do you hate it?"

"I..." Beswen bit her lower lip, her eyes turned red, and she burst into tears from embarrassment, "I was not like this originally, but people around me said so, and I became like this unknowingly... as long as I survive If you don’t go down, or if you find yourself in a difficult situation, you can’t help but resent the Lord God…”

The corners of Song Nan's mouth were slightly raised, and the faint rose color in his eyes was fleeting.

He smiled happily: "It doesn't matter, it's still too late to change over now."

Beswen nodded and sat on the ground, looking like she had been taught.

Song Nan yawned lazily, his head was extremely tired, and he felt so groggy that he seemed to be falling asleep in the next second.

{Master, why are you using the charm skill on her? }

Song Nan rubbed his eyes and responded in a daze: 'Why?I don't know... I only know that there are only one less player who hates the Lord God... The specific reason... I don't know...'

Unable to stay awake any longer, he closed his eyes and fell asleep completely.

484 sighed softly and stared at the confused Bei Siwen cautiously, always ready to forcefully wake up Song Nan.

However, before it could wake him up, Song Nan got up on his own and walked slowly towards the entrance of the palace. What was strange was that he was breathing evenly, his eyes were closed, and he was obviously not awake yet. His body was limp and his steps were very uneven. Naturally, as if being pulled by something, he moved forward.

{Owner! }

"Song Nan!"

Beswen's pupils shrank suddenly. Seeing that he was about to step out of the barrier, she immediately stepped forward, hugged his waist, and pulled him back. At the same time, she yelled: "Do you want to die!"

But Song Nan seemed oblivious and continued to walk forward dully.

Bei Siwen secretly gritted her teeth and felt a strong shackle on Song Nan's body, pulling her forward.

She frowned, struggled to pull out the dagger from under her clothes, and then swung it down in front of Song Nan!

"Ping~"

There was a crisp sound of metal collision, and the dagger suddenly stopped in mid-air, unable to move any further!

Beswen was panic-stricken and looked carefully under the dagger. After a long time, she caught a glimpse of a thread so thin that it was almost invisible in the light.

"You found out." A cold voice suddenly appeared.

Bethwen raised her head suddenly and looked at the man in military uniform who had appeared outside the barrier in horror.

The man's pupils were dark and dull, and his whole person was lifeless, like a machine without emotions: "Leave him to me, and I won't kill you."

Bei Siwen was stunned, her hand around Song Nan's waist was slightly tightened, and she asked: "You hate him too?"

Chen's face was expressionless and he responded indifferently: "Maybe, but rather than killing him, I would rather make him a puppet and keep him by my side. This way, I can always take revenge on him."

Beswen swallowed unconsciously and said with a dark face, "Hey, are you taking revenge? Are you sure it's not a disguised show of love?"

She didn't know why, but ever since she felt Song Nan's crazy and suffocating love, she felt that what this man said was so ambiguous!

If she hadn't been unable to take action, Bei Siwen would have given herself two slaps!

She looked horrified, wondering what she was. At a life-threatening moment, she would have such ridiculous thoughts!

"Show love?" Chen's expression remained unchanged, "Your words and actions will be regarded as a refusal to obey."

He raised his hand, and invisible threads flew out and wrapped around her body instantly.

Beswen was secretly shocked and immediately threw two crudely made dolls into the air. The moment the dolls appeared, the silk threads wrapped around them quietly disappeared, and then appeared on the dolls, who were dragged out of the temple.

Chen conjured up three sets of knives and forks between his fingers and aimed them at the doll with random strokes.

"Hi~"

The doll was broken, and the cotton inside was exposed, and together with the fragments, it fell and scattered all over the floor.