Infinite Game: The delicate and charming girl wins every game

"Are you scared?"

He was familiar with the voice, it was Feilan.

Ji Zhe was placed on the long table by him. He was also very familiar with this table. In the evenings a few days ago, he would happily lie on the table and eat various small desserts.

And now, he seemed to be the dessert on the plate, at the mercy of others.

Jizhe did not answer Feilan's words. He pursed his lips tightly and did not dare to look at the man. His hands were tied behind his back and he was trying to untie the knot.

The man was obviously only paying attention to his face and didn't notice these little movements at all.

"Why don't you speak?"

Seeing that the boy didn't answer him, Feilan directly squeezed his knees between Jizhe's legs, stroked the boy's chin with his hand, and forcibly lifted the boy's face;

What I saw was a pretty face with a few tear marks at the corners of the eyes. The expression looked horrified and scared, and the tender pink lower lip was bitten tightly, appearing a little pale.

Feilan was startled, and subconsciously reached out to wipe away the remaining tears from the boy's eyes;

"Oh, our Mr. Feilan is being gentle with women?"

An inopportune voice sounded, and Ji Zhe looked over and saw the man who had just been beating someone. Blood was still dripping from the top of the iron rod in his hand.

"Are you looking at me?"

The man bent down at an extremely fast speed, speaking in a teasing tone, and his masked face entered Jizhe's sight;

Ji Zhe was startled and turned his head away quickly, fearing that he would be the next person to be picked by this man.

"Do your job well," Fei Lan's eyes shone, and he glanced at him impatiently until he saw No. 1 lying on the ground, and said disdainfully,

"Your accuracy has become so poor now that even people in front of you can't hit it accurately."

The man choked at what he said. Indeed, the powerful blow he had just made did not hit No. 1's head, but only barely grazed his ear and broke No. 1's right shoulder.

"Tsk!"

No one would be in a good mood after being scolded like this for no reason;

The man stepped on No. 1's broken shoulder, and before No. 1 could even scream in pain, he smashed his head with a stick.

Jizhe was blocked tightly by Feilan, and his ears were also covered by Feilan. Just like before, he couldn't see what was happening at all;

But the deafening sound and the screams coming through the fingers made it easy to guess who

Number One is dead.

It's not like he hasn't seen people whose heads were smashed. Even though K blurred out the image at the time, Ji Zhe only needed to use his imagination to imagine what a horrible scene that was.

His legs couldn't stop becoming weak, especially when Feilan picked him up from the table. Ji Zhe almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Feilan hugged his waist in time.

"Number nine."

When he was put back, Ji Zhe heard these two words;

When he looked up again, the person in front of him was Wen Ren Chao. He was facing forward, and when he executed No. 1, the blood and brains that splattered had left a few spots on the corners of Wen Ren Chao's clothes.

At this moment, Wenren Chao was looking at Jizhe's chest with a serious face. He repeated:

"Number nine."

Ji Zhe calmed himself down and looked down, only to find that there was also a number on his clothes, which was the number nine that Wen Renchao had mentioned.

When he saw this, he remembered the tragedy of No. 1 just now. His body couldn't stop shaking and his face turned pale. Only his tightly bitten lips looked as beautiful as flowers.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Wen Renchao's number plate is six, which means his situation is more dangerous than Ji Zhe's;

Even so, he continued to comfort the boy not to be afraid.

Perhaps it was because of her trust in Wen Renchao, or perhaps it was because of his repeated words of comfort;

Gradually, Ji Zhe felt that he was not so scared anymore.

In the previous two copies, he had also faced death;

This time it's just, one more time.