After the same name as the Abyss Lord

The moment the wrist was grasped, the whole body felt like falling into a bottomless cold cellar, making the pores of the whole body open, and one couldn't help trembling with fear, forgetting all resistance.

Until——snap, one sound.

The dazzling light made Ye Zun subconsciously recognize his head, and blinked his empty eyes.

The dim light filled the cramped and narrow room, and the not-so-bright light suddenly turned on in the middle of the night, which was enough to dispel the fear in the darkness.

Ye Zun's whole body went limp, as if he had narrowly escaped death.

The instigator who suddenly grabbed his wrist tilted his head slightly to look at him. The face that woke up from sleep showed an innocent and curious expression. His eyes were boring and gentle: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Ye Zun leaned against the wall, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, he felt a sense of collapse, he didn't dare to look over his head, he only dared to aim out of the corner of his eye, "There is a ghost."

Shen Yuan didn't let go of the hand holding his wrist. Hearing this, he stared at him blankly, smiled cautiously, and looked at him with a good temper as if he was scolded for no reason. He: "Uh, are you implicating me?"

He had an innocent and harmless expression of wanting to know what he had done wrong and not daring to ask.

Ye Zun: "..."

Indeed, it looked as if he was frightened by Shen Yuan who suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Ye Zun sighed helplessly, and didn't blame him for grabbing himself suddenly: "Why is the light turned on?"

The light switch, he remembered, required standing on the ground and pulling the string dangling from the bulb.

Shen Yuan opened his mouth and smiled, and said happily: "This is the secret, look——"

He spread his hand, and in the palm lay a simple remote control like a small toy, with two triangular switches up and down.

Happy like a schoolboy who finally gets a chance to show off his new toy.

"It's great, even a rope-drawn light can be controlled remotely."

Ye Zun understood, so the sudden turning off of the lights before going to bed at night was also the reason why this person secretly pressed the remote control.

After figuring it out, Ye Zun wasn't angry either. He calmed down, looked at Shen Yuan seriously, and asked, "Did you see your father during the day?"

"Huh?" Shen Yuan blinked, and looked at him casually, "I didn't notice, but why did you ask so suddenly?"

"During dinner, my mother came in. Her mental state was not right. She told me," Ye Zun spoke slowly and paused for a while, "saying that my father suffered a work-related injury the night before and was in the hospital. She took his breath away. No, dad is brain dead."

Shen Yuan looked at him without moving his eyes, as if he hadn't realized the relationship between the man who was said to be dead and him.

Ye Zun slightly pursed his lips: "However, yesterday morning, I saw my father at home. He was alive and normal, and he could swear. On the contrary, it was my mother's mental state... I can't be sure."

Shen Yuan paused, and under Ye Zun's concerned gaze, he slowly frowned, looking serious: "That's really dangerous and complicated."

His reaction was more rational than Ye Zun expected, even so, Ye Zun was still breathing heavily: "Yeah, I originally wanted to get up tomorrow morning and check the situation. If Dad didn't come back, I would call the police directly."

Shen Yuan frowned and looked worried, looked at him and said in agreement: "You are right."

Ye Zun was a little relieved by the rare normal performance of the other party and standing on the same front with him, and at the same time remembered one thing.

"wait for me a while."

Ye Zun moved the pillow away, groped under the quilt with his fingers for a while, took out a beautiful notebook, and handed it to Shen Yuan.

"What is this? A love letter to me?"

"No, it's something that may contain important clues. For some reason, I need you to read it, okay?"

The language of this world can be understood automatically by Ye Zun's ears, except for the words on paper.

Ye Zun's original plan was to take it to school tomorrow and ask the priest to read it to him, but if Shen Yuan is reliable, it seems that he can try to read it now.

After all, the two of them are now considered the same camp.

Shen Yuan took the notebook, lay back on the bed, and patted the side at the same time.

Ye Zun, who sat up and waited for his translation, was slightly puzzled: "...?"

Shen Yuan: "For things like reading a secret diary, of course you have to lie in bed together, otherwise how can there be atmosphere?"

——An inexplicable sense of ritual.

Ye Zun didn't want to waste time and energy on such details, so he lay back on the bed as he said, looking at the white painted ceiling.

The white ash on the ceiling reminded him of the little girl's pale face in the dark. It was indeed terrifying, but thinking of her eating her own hand was terrifying and at the same time inexplicably pitiful.

——Who is this thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl?

"I'm starting to read."

"Ah."

【"Kiss, what does it feel like?"】

Ye Zun: "...?"

He was originally lying flat looking at the ceiling, but suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Yuan beside his pillow.

Shen Yuan stared at the diary that was opened, speaking in a low and gentle pace, and recited intently:

【"Like lips gently touching the cherry blossoms in spring, holding your breath carefully, your heart beats wonderfully, and a deer is kept in captivity dancing freely at the tip of your heart."

"Kiss, that's how it feels." The man said so.

But, could it be that she made a mistake?

Touching another person's tongue is like being forced to step on an earthworm along the way on a rainy day and accidentally eat a snail raw.

No matter how you think about exchanging saliva, it feels slippery and damp.

When I think about it, it feels like every inch of my skin is slowly rotting away.

So why, one would want to kiss another person, sleep in a bed, say love?

It's unbearable to think about it, why would one want to do this to another human being? 】

Shen Yuan turned his eyes slightly to look at Ye Zun who was looking at him from the side, the corners of his lips seemed to have no curvature, but the light in his dark eyes was particularly pure, and he looked at him curiously: "Is it your diary? Why do you want to I read it, do you want to discuss with me the physiological and psychological common sense of puberty?"

Ye Zun: "No, no."

Shen Yuan didn't care about what he said at all, blinked his eyes lazily, leaning on one arm, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes were dark, but the eyes looking at him were clear, bored and lazy: " It's okay, if you want to try the feeling of kissing, you can tell me directly, don't be afraid of embarrassment."

Ye Zun pinched his ears uncomfortably: "No, it belongs to someone else. Return the notebook to me."

He should find the priest to translate tomorrow.

Shen Yuan had no intention of handing over the diary, so he glanced at his pinched red ears in a leisurely manner, and said arrogantly and calmly: "No, I haven't finished reading it yet. If I open a book and don't finish it, I will Can't sleep."

Ye Zun sighed: "Understood, you can continue."

Then, he was forced to listen to half the night reading of beautifully rhetoric and obscure prose.

That diary is not like a diary recorded by a normal person. It will write what happened on a certain day of a certain month and the mood of the recorder. Instead, it is a large description of the scenery.

Even the description of the scenery is obscure and difficult to understand. After listening to a few paragraphs, it is like hypnosis, which makes people unconsciously empty their minds.

Ye Zun wanted to resist the strong sense of deprivation of consciousness at first, and tried his best to concentrate on listening.

But after going through a few pages of landscape prose, I fell into the dialogue of the drama like a running account.

God knows, why would someone write a play in their diary?

The content of the play is vaguely that everything around is whispering and complaining——

The floor complains that people are stepping on it, the air complains about the glare of the lights, even the walls complain that they have stood up all night but they continue to stand, the darkness complains that people who wake up disturb it...

It's like listening to the bible on the podium in class, no matter how much you try to extract useful information, you can't resist and fall down in the end.

"Wake up and listen together. It's very interesting. The owner of the diary is a talented artist."

Compared to Ye Zun's quick surrender, Shen Yuan read with relish, and even kept trying to wake Ye Zun up to listen together.

Ye Zun heard it, but couldn't open his eyes at all, and buried his face in the quilt resistingly, trying to get rid of his voice.

But how could a person like Shen Yuan know that enough is enough to be considerate?

With great interest and perseverance, he poked Ye Zun's cheek with his finger and said casually, "Didn't it mean that there are important clues to solve the puzzle? Wake up and listen to it with me."

"You read it, I'm listening." Ye Zun didn't have the strength to open his eyes to stop Shen Yuan, and he made the best of it, thinking that the person would stop when he was tired of reading.

However, he underestimated Shen Yuan's energy: "No, you have to stay awake and listen, it's just boring if I appreciate it by myself. Wake up quickly, and come with me..."

"You're so annoying..." Ye Zun frowned in trouble, his consciousness had collapsed into a mess, he instinctively grabbed the hand that kept harassing him, and pressed it between the quilt and his face.

——This way we can stop the other party.

Shen Yuan's voice stopped abruptly.

The grasped hand, the back of the hand is attached to the warm cheek, the human body temperature, the temperature near the neck is different from the temperature of other parts, delicate, soft and fragile, as if touching the life flowing in the blood vessels under the skin.

It was the first time someone took the initiative to deliver a strange and strange feeling to the forbidden zone of death that he had never hesitated to kill.

It's like a swamp where a bird undefended and uses it as a branch to temporarily inhabit.

As the top side of the food chain, the swamp is the cautious one, lest the other party find out, they will suddenly panic and fly away from the relaxed and peaceful nap.

Ye Zun, who finally fell asleep peacefully, was uncomfortable with that hand, and moved unconsciously.

He watched silently for a moment, his dark eyes showed clear curiosity and caution. The moment the opponent moved, his mind went blank, like a whale suddenly caught in mid-air, his breathing was stagnant, he held his breath slightly, lost All responses.

Was, was found?So fast.

However, the warm feeling was still the same, that person didn't push him away, but just gently rubbed against him, getting closer to him.

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[The restricted area of ​​the abyss has never had life and temperature. I accidentally saw an unknown flower emitting a melting glow in the center of the swamp.

Is it the phantom that the moonlight breaks through the darkness?

I couldn't help poking my head out to take a look, and poked the phantom on the swamp curiously and tentatively.

However, the faint star white did not dissipate, and, in turn, caught it.

The behemoth was caught, motionless, cautious, holding its breath.

——Yes, it is soft. 】

Abyss also wanted to know, what does it feel like to kiss?

The author has something to say: the darkness of the abyss, the snake and Utan~

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The next chapter will enter V, in order to thank the little angels for supporting the genuine version, Chapter V will drop 50 red envelopes from time to time~

If the little angels want to fatten me up, can you wait until I get out of the trap~

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The next book asks for advance receipt: "After wearing a green tea Omega that is overturning in the Shura field"

Also known as: After transmigrating into a green tea Omega that is overturning in the Shura field, how do I keep the Neptune's character from collapsing?

#谢听，Into the RPG game, as the green tea O villain, at the scene of the overturned car in Shura field#

#The plot is not overturning, it is on the road of overturning#

The consequences of #消车汽车are: being kidnapped in the street, being disappeared, being shot at the head, being socially killed...forced to marry#

#Very good, it was this group of sick and charming A who made the first move, so, I’m sorry#

#Give me 3 minutes, study the Neptune’s character design...it’s impossible to overturn the car#

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I accidentally saw an unfinished RPG game setting in the library. I took a curious look and found that there was a villain with the same name as me.

As a result, I walked out of the library and transmigrated into the game. What should I do? I was a little nervous for the first time?

[You are a green tea O, and you raised a high-quality A from the sea, but now your A does not meet the ambiguous boundaries, and wants to propose to you.Surprisingly, all the A's decided at the same time to take you one step further. 】

Choose 1 to reject the crown prince's marriage proposal, and you will be kidnapped in the street three months later.

Option 2 reject the Grand Duke’s marriage proposal, and you wake up in the dark three days later to hear: Do you prefer gold chains or silver chains, dear?

Choose 3 to reject the major general's marriage proposal, and three hours later, you are shot to the head.

Choose 4 to reject the media tycoon's marriage proposal, and after 3 minutes, your black material will make headlines in StarCraft, and you will die socially.

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Choose N to reject the master's marriage proposal, and after three seconds, you cry and beg him to mark.

[However, you have no pheromone at all, you are a fake O, he will know right away that you lied to him hehehe. 】

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But why do I have to refuse?

[Very well, you can accept one and give it a try. 】

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Just try it... Three days later, I crawled out of bed dying, and pressed the load button to restart...

I feel like whoever wrote this RPG setting wants me to die.

[The copywriting is subject to the perspective, the text is written in the third person. 】

RPG is written by attack, what you can't ask for. Long-term licking the dog and becoming perverted. Molester and girl with a heart attack, 1V1.

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RPG - Role-playing game: role-playing game.