Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

A bloody rain washed away all the footprints left by the pedestrians in the Rose Maze. Mixed with more intense pacing and screaming, Shao Yan finally stood up, walked to Si Mo, naturally took his hand, and walked slowly with him.

The rain mixed with the mud underfoot, and the train of Si Mo's heavy dress dragged on the ground, completely wet, dirty and heavy.

He simply tore off the material that was in the way behind him and removed the crinoline. The weight on his body was instantly reduced by more than half. At this time, a figure flashed into their sight.

He made a wide turn to the south, but because he was running too fast and failed to brake, his feet slipped and he was caught off guard. He was thrown forward and slid on his face for two meters.

He just stopped at this position, raised his head in embarrassment, and met Si Mo's eyes.

"..."

Before he could say anything, he saw the thing behind him catching up quickly and swooping over his head to the south -

Xiangnan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he reacted quickly by lowering his head and curling up his body. He pushed himself to the side with his arms, and only the crimson blade energy scraped across his right shoulder.

A deep hole was suddenly torn in the blue and white striped coat, and Xiangnan was covered in dirt. The blood flowing down his arm also dripped into the mud.

He suppressed a groan in his throat, and his wound was thoroughly soaked by the fishy-smelling blood, but he couldn't even think about whether it would get infected.

"Hmm..." Xiang Nan frowned, covered the wound with one hand, and climbed up. He dodged the attacks from behind several times and briefly got rid of the thing for a while.

Si Mo and Shao Yan looked at him. Even at this time, Xiang Nanyu was still tightly guarding the rose in his arms, which was more important than his own life.

Here he might be killed by monsters, but if he violated the rules, who knows how he would die, and how tragic his death would be, one would never forget it for several lifetimes.

"Don't worry, ma'am." Xiang Nan stood up straight and carefully wiped the mud off his face. His eyelashes were stuck together by the mud. His vision was cloudy but he could still accurately aim in the direction of Si Mo.

He forced a smile on his face, even though it didn't look good, and said to Xiangnan nonchalantly: "The pain makes me feel like I'm still alive."

Xiangnan looked relaxed, with a war-damaged air all over his body, like the last survivor still standing tenaciously on the ruins.

After a few seconds of silence, Si Mo nodded at him and said solemnly: "Actually, I'm not worried about you."

Xiangnan and: "..."

Si Mo's sincere expression didn't sound like a lie at all. Xiang Nanyu's tenacious will was greatly frustrated. He just curled his lips and prepared to show his 50-cent acting skills, but unexpectedly, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the thing chasing him from behind again. Xiang Nanyu ran away in fear.

He ran to the dead end of the maze, and at that moment when something in the sky swooped down and got very close to Xiangnan, Xiangnan suddenly squatted down and hugged his head. When the thing was not prepared, he used the Extreme Human Emperor Step that he had learned from playing games to dodge and guide the thing into the wall.

On his way back, he passed the intersection where Si Mo and the other man were standing many times, and each time he insisted on saying something to them, making the originally thrilling atmosphere seem very dramatic.

"This beautiful lady, I sincerely feel that..."

"I think you're very pretty!"

"..."

"You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, absolutely no one else!"

"We... we will meet again if we are lucky!!"

Xiangnan was panting heavily, and finally stopped running just before he completely angered the thing above his head. After thinking about it, he felt that he had nothing to say, so he took one last look at Si Mo and reluctantly turned into another alley, then nimbly slipped into a corner and disappeared.

……

Shao Yan walked in front, holding Si Mo's wrist with one hand, and his steps were leisurely, as if he was taking a stroll.

There were so many red shadows rampaging and hunting other people in the sky that they covered the dark clouds, but he didn't even bother to look at them.

"Are you sure you don't want to help him?" Si Mo stared at the hand for a while before speaking softly, "Aren't you guys on the same team?"

Shao Yan: “Not familiar.”

"I think he's familiar."

Before he came in, he saw Xiangnan talking to Shao Yan, although he was rarely answered.

Some people are like that. They are not outstanding at all, but as long as they stand in a group of people, they are very conspicuous and give outsiders the intuition that they are leaders.

Shao Yan is that kind of person.

Among that group of people, only Xiangnanyu dared to approach and talk to him.

And if it was true that he and Xiangnan were not familiar with each other as he said, he would not have reminded Xiangnan about Meigui.

Shao Yan is not the kind of person who would meddle in other people's affairs.

Plop— —!

Another team came running over, and the woman appeared by falling awkwardly into a puddle. The freezing cold mud seeped into the ravine of her deep V red skirt, and the woman trembled uncontrollably from the excitement.

Not far away, her teammates were attracting dozens of black and red evil spirits swarming above their heads. This was a amount that should have dispersed for at least five or six teams, but now they were all surrounding the two of them.

I heard the man dodging and spitting with a gloomy face: "Fuck!"

He pointed at the woman on the ground viciously, his eyes fierce and murderous: "How dare you lie to me?!"

"Are you the lady they are looking for?"

Meng Rui lowered her head and stammered, "I... I am."

The man kept spewing vile and despicable words. He rushed forward with a rage, grabbed Meng Rui, and slapped her hard twice: "It's because of you that I'm being chased by so many inhuman monsters!"

Both sides of Meng Rui's face were swollen and her eyes were filled with tears. She watched herself being pulled up by the man and thrown towards the evil fog. The moment she was surrounded, she felt that every pore in her body was being invaded, as if someone on the shore was holding her head down and sinking her to the bottom of the sea. Her nasal cavity was full of sticky blood and wriggling worms.

A look of crazy satisfaction appeared on the man's face: "You useless bitch... go to hell!"

The monsters devoured Meng Rui, giving him time to escape. He did not notice the two people who were watching the show quietly not far away and ran away.

Before leaving, he also took Meng Rui's roses, fearing that she would not be dead and catch up with him.

Having tasted the fresh smell of blood, the evil spirit suddenly became more rampant, the color of the honeycomb-like shadow became darker, and the blood rain in the sky became heavier and heavier.

Right in front of Si Mo's eyes, the mass of things that had drunk enough blood quickly gathered together and then separated. After repeating this several times, it actually formed a vague human figure on the spot.

Every speck of dust turned into bones, flesh and skin, and the shape of a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old became clearer and clearer.

The girl was dressed in red, wearing a non-European-style half-dress that was finely embroidered with intricate symmetrical patterns. The skin on her ankles was a frightening white-purple color, and she was wearing a pair of embroidered shoes.

The red veil half-covered her head like a veil, covering her forehead heavily, revealing a pair of dark eyes without whites. They were like a deep abyss filled with thick ink.