Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Among this group of players, Flowery Skirt's favorite before today was Si Nan. She also liked to see him sweating profusely after being chased, and then getting a little injured, with some skin exposed, coupled with the bright blood color, which made her heart beat faster.

Now, it is as solid as a rock.

Its heart belongs to the new beauty boss.

It’s both good-looking and powerful, and it can also tell it to get lost, big boss, slurp—!

But Sinan did not trigger the death mechanism, it could not kill him. Even though it was a dungeon BOSS, it still had to abide by the rules of the game.

He must be killed tonight.

A gray ghost face that ordinary players cannot see emerged from under the skin on the back of Sinan's neck, but disappeared the moment it took shape.

The girl in the flowery skirt widened her eyes.

Si Nan felt a flash of chill and malice, subconsciously touched his neck, and frowned slightly.

He was thinking and observing the expressions of the four veteran players.

Is it normal to have a floral skirt?

Also, in the D-level dungeon world, could something as weak and weird as overalls really exist?

It is said that there will be a BOSS in every copy. Who is the BOSS in this copy?

Is it the one who looks the weakest and most incompetent, or the one who is the most active and lively?

As his thoughts raced, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, which quickly gathered and rolled down the curve of his face, wetting his collar.

He took a deep breath and hurriedly grabbed and lifted up the crazy floral skirt to prevent it from scratching him again.

The girl in the flowery skirt screamed instantly, covering the hem of her skirt and yelling madly: "Pervert, pervert, pervert, big pervert!"

Si Nan was speechless but ignored it. He was more concerned about the ghost doll that easily caused his emotions to fluctuate, and planned to ask it for help in getting the tooth out.

As soon as he lifted his leg, he saw stars in pain. The pain was magnified infinitely, making him almost lose his balance and his flowery skirt almost slipped out of his hands.

At this moment, two people walked up to Qi Yang before him.

A fat player, and a male player who wears pink clothes and likes to hum.

The clamp player blocked Si Nan, and also surrounded Qi Yang with the fat player.

The fat player was so fat that his shirt could no longer cover his belly and could only barely cover the fat on his chest.

His weight was estimated to be nearly twice his height, and judging by his appearance, he looked like the type that could easily die.

But his strength is indeed the strongest among the players in this game. Moving on two legs is no slower than rolling, and his defense is also good. He is probably a meat tank.

He did not try to squat down, but grabbed Qi Yang's overalls by the side of his waist and lifted him up to the same level as himself, letting him step on the stairs made of fat on his belly, with a Maitreya Buddha-like smile on his face.

"Little boy, do you want your uncle to play with you?"

The flowered dress screamed again: "Let him go, you fat bastard, you fat bastard, let him go, ah ah ah ah."

Qi Yang didn't know why it was more excited than himself.

The corners of his mouth, which were originally curved downward, were pursed into a straight line. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands and stared at the fat player in front of him with lifeless eyes.

The fat player had sparse gaps between his teeth, which were noticeably yellow. It was obvious that he didn't take good care of his teeth. A strong smell of bad breath hit him in the face, and the image of him eating raw insects just now flashed through his mind. Qi Yang suddenly felt his stomach churning.

This time it wasn't phantom pain, it was real pain.

It's wrong to judge people by their appearance, but he can't stand it anymore...

No, he is dedicated and weird.

"Yes, step on the shadow." Qi Yang said softly.

The fat player subconsciously looked at himself and at Sinan's shadow on the ground.

There was always a dim light in the small house, creating a gloomy atmosphere, but it could still reflect obvious shadows, and Si Nan's shadow's hand was empty.

"Why don't we change the game and play..."

"Uncle, is this a rejection?" Qi Yang's mouth curled up, and black liquid flowed out from his eye sockets, falling on the fat player's belly, instantly corroding large black spots.

However, perhaps because the fat layer was relatively thick and the defense was considerable, the fat player's belly rolled out several layers of flesh waves, and he shook the liquid off without letting go of his hand the whole time.

He felt more and more that this useless-looking kid was the dungeon boss - although the one in the flowery dress looked similar, but judging from yesterday's situation, the useless kid was obviously easier to gain friendship.

If you get the little piece of junk, the one with the flowery dress will also be within your reach.

He thought to himself that this dungeon obviously values ​​the ghost dolls' favor towards the players. If he could gain the favor of the BOSS, would the props be dropped directly at the end of seven days?

There should be no death mechanism in the game.

"Okay, uncle will play with you."

Qi Yang looked at him, the corners of his mouth rose instantly, but his eyes were still wide open, looking particularly dull and terrifying.

The floral skirt is going crazy, what's the difference between this and letting it watch Beauty and the Beast Dance?

It waved its hands to retract its teeth, but met Qi Yang's calm eyes.

It seemed as if a voice drilled into its brain, and the word "rules" weighed heavily on it.

You cannot break the rules of the game and you cannot stop others from playing the game.

But the beauty boss is not as weird as in its copy.

Can it be stopped?

It stuffed its teeth back into its mouth and stared grimly at the fat player it hated the most because of his face control: "I. Want. To. Play. Too."

The fat player and the clamp player couldn't help but frown.

Yesterday, players invited the ghost dolls to play games, but this was the first time that a ghost doll took the initiative to join.

The fat player has been paying attention to the movements of other players around him. The kid in overalls and the newcomer named Sinan only played slapping games for a while yesterday - that is indeed not a game suitable for multiplayer.

Yesterday, this little brat easily became Sinan's follower, but at night he didn't do anything at all. Either he was extremely cowardly, or he was hiding very deeply.

They looked around and saw no other ghost dolls wanted to join, which made them more confused.

Or are there any hidden rules in this copy?

For example, what is the potential relationship between these two ghost dolls?

Si Nan's leg was injured, so he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​finding a way to play with the little coward, but he didn't expect that the other party would not let him go.

"Brother, let's play together."

Si Nan: “…”

Qi Yang opened his little arms towards him.

Si Nan: “…”

Soft-hearted, familiar, wanting to get close, wanting to nod, but also feeling an inexplicable hatred.

With completely opposite emotions tangled in his mind, he looked at the ghost doll, wondering if he could take the ghost doll away to study it after the copy was over.

But this question was obviously not suitable for deep thinking at the moment. He thought about the possible dangers in this game, nodded for a while, but did not answer.

He was struggling with a flowery dress in his hands.

Qi Yang immediately withdrew his hand with a frustrated look on his face.

Three players and two ghost dolls started a one-sided shadow-stepping game.

Qi Yang caught the two people who had caused him psychological trauma and stomped on them, including the one in the floral skirt.

Every time the two weirdos took a step, there would be a dent on their bodies, leaving behind a purple-black mark in the shape of a small footprint.

Even the fat player who was an expert in defense almost couldn't hold on and cried out.

Si Nan clenched his teeth even more, and his stubbornness was fully displayed. For a moment, he seemed to overlap with the brother that Qi Yang saw in his original body's memory.

When the short-haired woman came in with the ghost doll in a yellow skirt, she saw them at a glance. She was wondering how Si Nan got together with the two old players, when she felt the ghost doll's hand tighten and move closer to her.

The short-haired woman squatted down and asked softly, "Xiaochun, are you scared?"

The girl in the yellow skirt didn't dare to nod, but couldn't deny it either, so she pulled her hard with both hands.

"Come on, sister, find Xiaohua to help you."