Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Different from what the players imagined, the interior of the villa is quiet and normal, without any horror atmosphere.

The hall is tall and spacious. The carpet under your feet is thick and soft, and it will sink in when you step on it. Turkish-style fabrics are hung on the marble walls. European-style antique reliefs look dignified and dignified under the brilliant lights.

As soon as they walked in, a woman in a long skirt greeted them.

A golden bun was coiled on top of her head, revealing a slender and elegant neck, and a pair of gray-blue eyes shone brightly under the light.

She jumped straight at one of the players.

The player was caught off guard, and he stood there helplessly, holding the woman who was rushing stiffly, not knowing where his hands should be placed for a moment.

But the other party didn't care. Instead, he approached him enthusiastically, kissed him on both cheeks, and complained: "Honey, why did it take you so long to come back?"

The player was tongue-tied, staring blankly at the handsome lady, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Have all the guests arrived?"

She looked behind the player, and a look of contempt flashed across her eyebrows: "Honey, how can you let our distinguished guest and servants walk together? This is really disrespectful." gone."

The woman beckoned behind her, and a butler in straight fingertips stepped forward: "Ma'am, what are your orders?"

She pointed to the players standing at the door, who were still a little at a loss, and said:

"Take them down, servants have a place where servants should stay, instead of appearing in my living room."

The housekeeper bowed: "Yes, madam."

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the conversation between the two NPCs, the players hurriedly lowered their heads to check the identity cards they had just drawn from the box at the door—there was only a simple icon on the card, including brooms, kitchen utensils, hoes, top hats, dresses, etc. , even without words, players can almost guess the identity they will play this time from the icon.

They all looked at each other, and after discussing a few words in each other's whispers, they quickly reached a consensus - follow the plot first, wait until everything is settled, and then gather to discuss the current situation.

"Half an hour later, we will meet in the yard, how?"

Everyone nodded and agreed to the proposal.

Only Ge Xiu stared at his own card and fell into deep thought.

The icon on his card is a ring.

Gosho: "..."

Combining the encounters in the previous two dungeons, he couldn't help but have an ominous premonition,

The butler came over and walked towards the side hall with the players with tool patterns drawn on the cards. When the hostess turned back with a dismissive face just now, she immediately put on a sweet and friendly smile: "On the way You have worked hard, you are all tired, the maid will lead you to the room arranged for you, everyone have a good rest tonight, tomorrow will hold a grand banquet for you..."

She glanced at Gexiu who was standing behind the crowd, her expression was obviously slightly taken aback, and then she shouted:

"God, baby, what are you doing here?"

"Why don't you stay in your room, but come back from outside with the guests?" The hostess hurriedly stepped forward and dragged Gexiu out of the crowd of players, with a gloomy and serious expression: "In three days it will be It's the wedding, and you are still wandering around like this, where is our family's face? Don't be self-willed, go upstairs and go back to your room. "

Gosho: "..."

really.

Since entering this world, basically every dungeon has been inseparable from this element, and he is either the hero or the heroine - and Gosho doesn't even need to think to know who is the culprit.

As he followed the maid upstairs, he angrily shook off the cold hand that was still holding his wrist.

As soon as he flung it away, the other party entangled him persistently again, wrapping Ge Xiu's hand in his wide and slender palm, tightly unwilling to let go.

Ge Xiu pinched him with his backhand, gritted his teeth and said:

"...It's all your fault."

man:"?"

The way to enter the virtual world this time was not selected by the research institute, so the missing half of this incomplete world script will naturally be filled by the subconscious mind of the shaper.

What's worse is that the other party's personal cognition in the virtual world is not the same as his personal cognition outside the virtual world.

——In other words, he might still feel that he is very innocent now.

The more Ge Xiu thought about it, the more angry he became: "Let go!"

His voice was a little louder this time, and the maid walking in front turned around and asked, "What's the matter, miss?"

Gosho: "...It's okay."

The maid didn't continue to ask, but brought Ge Xiu to the door of a room on the second floor, and bowed slightly: "Miss, if you need anything, just call me."

The door of the room closed behind him, blocking off the gloomy corridor.

The footsteps of the maid gradually faded away.

There was a wave of fluctuation in the air in front of him, and the man's tall figure was gradually revealed. His face was pale, his eyes were dark, and there was an obvious question deep in his eyes: "It's all my fault? What?"

Gexiu was angry from his heart: "What are you usually thinking about?"

man:"?"

Gexiu approached a few steps, narrowing his eyes sullenly: "Do you have any misconceptions about my gender?"

man:"??"

The four eyes met, one was angry, and the other looked blank.

The innocent and confused look on his face just adds fuel to the fire for Go-soo.

The experience of being forced to dress up as a woman in the last world was brought back again, new and old hatred mixed in everything, which made Gexiu's anger burn even more.

He pressed forward step by step, with dangerous colors flashing in his deep and dark eyes, and he pushed the opponent back step by step until the man's knee hit the edge of the bed behind him, and he sat down on the bed subconsciously.

The man was bewildered and at a loss.

The young man stared at the other party condescendingly, and smiled instead of anger: "Do you need me to prove it?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes lit up slightly:

"Okay."

Gosho: "..."

The arc of the man's lips deepened, and then he raised his hand to rest on the other's waist, and said in a low and slow voice:

"bring it on."

Gosho: "..."

I don't know why, although they are standing and sitting next to each other now, but I have an inexplicable illusion that I am suddenly a head shorter.

He has no expression on his face:

"Come on your head."

The anger accumulated just now slackened down like a punctured balloon. Gexiu raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a breath—this person in front of him always has the ability to easily stir up his emotions.

But before he could calm down his emotions, he felt that the other party's hand that was only lightly on his waist suddenly tightened.

What followed was a whirlwind.

Ge Xiu fell down unexpectedly, and felt the soft touch of the bed on his back. Then, the shadow covered his body, and the other's cold hands tightly grasped his wrist, pressing him into the mattress.

The man grinned, with sharp white teeth showing between his thin lips, like some kind of beast smelling blood:

"Then I'll come."

Ge Xiu's eyes widened: "What—"

The remaining word was swallowed by the other party.

Familiar breath enveloped him.

At that second, Gexiu was dazed for a moment.

The other party cunningly seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

The imprint on the cold lips was deeper, the teeth were biting persistently and viciously, and the long-lasting and extended deep kiss could almost squeeze out all the air in the chest cavity bit by bit, the extreme sense of aggression and possessiveness was so sharp that It seems to have weight, like a raging icy sea, unscrupulously declaring that it will swallow everything up.

Gexiu tried to struggle, but lost the opportunity.

Everything is ups and downs in the shaking, and it becomes difficult to focus the sight, as if everything around is disappearing, moving away, and turning into bubbles.

In illusion and illusion, the only entity that exists is the body pressed against one's own chest.

And the heavy emotions that surged and almost drowned him completely-hotness, greed, longing, evil, and desire.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

"Hey! Are you alright?" A player appeared at the door: "Although your place is also on the second floor, it's really hard to find..."

His voice gradually diminished until it disappeared.

The player standing at the door stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, the words he hadn't spoken were stuck in his throat, and he even forgot what he wanted to say for a moment.

The man pulled the distance between the two of them regretfully, then he turned his head slightly, his gaze casually swept across the shocked player standing there, an extremely dangerous coldness flashed in the depths of his dark eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse:

"We'll be right there."

The moment the opponent glanced over, the player subconsciously felt a chill behind his back, as if he was being watched by a dangerous creature at the top of the food chain. The creepy feeling made him suddenly wake up, and hurriedly took two steps back , closed the door subconsciously, and stammered:

"No, no hurry, no hurry."

With a bang, the door closed.

When there was only the closed door in front of him, the player finally felt that his sanity was returning to the cage little by little. He glanced at the door with some lingering fear, and the scene he saw just now seemed to be still burned on his retina. Can't dissipate.

Players have mixed feelings in their hearts.

He stood alone in the corridor, recalling the scene just now, he couldn't help shaking his head in amazement.

Do you dare to play like this even in a dungeon?awesome……

At this moment, another player climbed up from downstairs, poked his head, and asked impatiently:

"Have you found anyone yet?"

The player was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said "Oh": "I found it, they said right away."

"Then don't be dazed, come down quickly, everyone else is waiting." The man retracted his head, turned and walked downstairs.

The player turned his head and glanced at the closed door, determined that it would be better to leave here first—the man's eyes just now were too terrifying, and he even had the illusion that he might die on the spot.

As he walked, he belatedly began to recall.

Speaking of which, when we were outside, was there such a person among the players?

The player frowned in confusion, raised his hand and scratched his hair, feeling a little uncertain for a moment.

——It stands to reason that these two people are so superior in appearance, he shouldn't only have an impression of one of them.