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Even the tone of reproach, but it also has a pampering meaning that cannot be ignored.He looked softly at the young man with flushed cheeks, not only flashing a trace of helpless emotion.

He stretched out his hand, and held the pale white fingers of the young man unconsciously grabbing his collar, his throat moved slightly, and the low magnetic voice sounded again:

"Why are you so angry?"

The bright red lips of the beautiful and fair NPC trembled slightly, and the rosy lips that had been sucked were pouting slightly at this time, and the dense eyelashes were wetted by the dense water vapor, dipped into wet clusters, and at this time, they were obediently stuck to the bright red lips. At the end of the eyes, it looks like a petal being sucked.

Seeing the boy's well-behaved appearance at this moment, Liang Nian forgot the waywardness of the other party just now, and justified himself:

"It's okay. I like it."

The thumb slowly groped the inner side of the boy's silky wrist. The boy looked at the other person with fiery obsession in his eyes, and he wanted to bend down again.

——but was blocked by the soft palm.

The warm lips touched the tender palm, the boy frowned, but still asked in a good-tempered manner:

"What's the matter, Jojo?"

Lan Qiaoyi tried his best to calm down the heat of his body, stretched out his hand to touch behind him, held something, and put it in front of the opponent's eyes.

"This is……"

What appeared in front of Liang Nian at this time was the ballpoint pen.

"This... this pen has not disappeared."

Liang Nian was startled, and suddenly understood what the young man wanted to express.

After the exam, the pen that was supposed to disappear with the test paper remained.

The two not only remembered what the female ghost said before disappearing.

"But it's just a pen, and I don't know how to use it."

Lan Qiaoyi straightened up slightly from the boy's arms, his bud-like fingertips touched the other's shoulders, his body was still a little soft, and the slender and flexible waist was still held in the boy's palm.

"This is the prop that the female ghost said."

As soon as Liang Nian's words fell, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and in a blink of an eye, they were already standing in the dormitory just now.

Only this time, the female ghost and the corpse never appeared again.

The two looked at each other, and Liang Nian opened the door of the dormitory with the sound of "Bada--".

It was quiet in the corridor, and there was no sound, but such a quiet environment made Lan Qiaoyi's heart collapse unconsciously. He clenched the ballpoint pen in his hand, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

"Don't be afraid."

I don't know how many times it was the boy's comfort, he clenched the boy's hand, his cold brows were filled with a sense of security that Xiaomei could rely on.

Just when Lan Qiaoyi was about to nod his head, he suddenly heard a "dong dong dong—" sound coming from his ear.

He watched the boy stand slightly in front of him, and he couldn't help feeling nervous. His small and white Adam's apple moved slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the ballpoint pen in his hand.

"Run, why don't you run away? Have you finally realized how weak you are?"

Following the playful voice, a... thin figure gradually appeared at the end of the corridor.

——It was a boy with pale skin and curly hair.

When he saw his face clearly, Lan Qiaoyi opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt something flashed in his mind, but he didn't catch it.

At this moment, following the ear-piercing sound of "呵啦——", the object in the boy's hand followed his walking, and gradually emerged from the half-slanted shadow.

"Let my little ones meet you."

It was a sharp axe, and when the boy lifted it up, scarlet and viscous blood slowly dripped down from the slightly gleaming blade of the axe.

Lan Qiaoyi's body tensed slightly, and subconsciously blurted out:

"are you,"

Before he finished speaking, he was picked up by the somewhat thin boy:

"That's right, that's what you think, I killed someone."

When he walked under the incandescent lamp in the corridor, the boy realized that the other party's eyes were light amber.

It looked like a weak boy with no strength to restrain a chicken. No one thought that what he held in his hand was the scythe that the god of death harvested life.

The other party stood at the end of the corridor, walked forward a few steps and then stopped. The boy slightly turned the ax in his hand, and the sharp ax blade was facing the two of them. Liang Nian's eyes were dim, and his jaw line Slightly tense, with an almost cold vigilance in his expression:

"What are you trying to do?" The boy's cold voice sounded in the empty corridor.

The executioner holding the ax smiled, his eyes slightly bent, at first glance he looked like a docile puppy, but Lan Qiaoyi felt that under the docile and harmless appearance of the other party, there was a An abyssal monster that has been dormant for a long time.

"What am I going to do?" The corners of the boy's lips curled up slightly, and there was undisguised interest in his eyes.

"As weak rats, polishing my ax is the last sliver of your value—"

After finishing speaking, he raised his ax and ran towards the two of them, but there was still a smile on his face.

Liang Nian quickly blocked Lan Qiaoyi behind him, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and took out a ball—that was his prop.

It's just that when he threw it, he heard the voice of the main system at this moment:

[It is detected that the player uses non-specific scene props, and a warning will be given. ]

This sentence was naturally heard by Lan Qiaoyi, his heart tightened, and he suddenly realized: After leaving the female ghost game, they returned to the scene of the third act again.

Seeing that the props could not be used, Liang Nian immediately pulled Lan Qiaoyi and turned and ran away.

The whistling sound of the ax slashing rang out behind him, occasionally interspersed with a sharp "呵啦——" sound.

The sound of the wall being hit hard sounded behind him.

At this moment, the boy next to him suddenly let go of his hand and stopped in his tracks. The boy opened his eyes slightly, and in the next second, he heard the other party's steady voice:

"you go first."

Liang Nian pushed Lan Qiaoyi forward, and turned around decisively to meet the man with the axe.

The young man's bright red lips parted slightly. He wanted to say something, but a feeling of powerlessness emerged in his heart. He subconsciously held the ballpoint pen in his hand.

Suddenly there was a burning sensation in the palm of his hand, Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback, opened his hand, and saw the slight fluorescence from the ballpoint pen, and then, 039's voice sounded in Lan Qiaoyi's mind:

[After testing, this item is a special prop. The content written with this pen can be blessed by the user with buff or low buff on a specific target. ]

[Scope of content: Randomly extract—idioms! ]

……idiom?

For a moment, Lan Qiaoyi stared blankly at the executioner who was confronting Liang Nian not far away, his heart trembled slightly.

The wrist tightly gripped by the boy trembled slightly. He watched the executioner with a distorted smile raise the ax in his hand, and was about to strike at Liang Nian. In desperation, Lan Qiaoyi had a flash of inspiration, and then Write a few words in the air with a ballpoint pen.

Just when the last stroke fell, the executioner lost the accuracy of the ax in an instant. It was clear that he had used ten times ten strength, but he was always dodged by the boy lightly when the last stroke fell.

Liang Nian frowned, a strange emotion flashed in his heart.

As if he did not expect such a result, the executioner gritted his teeth for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to look at the weaker Lan Qiaoyi not far away.

His eyes dimmed, and while the boy wasn't paying attention, he suddenly turned around and ruthlessly threw the ax in his hand towards the boy.

In Lan Qiaoyi's surprised eyes, the ax made a sharp arc in the air.

"Jojo—!"

The boy shouted with tears in his eyes, his voice was even a little hoarse.

Lan Qiaoyi's heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but at this moment, he suddenly saw that the ax head in the air was hit by an invisible force, and it fell vertically with a "bang-dang--" in front of him.

Seeing this, the three people in the corridor were all stunned. At this moment, Liang Nian rushed over and kicked the ax viciously in the opposite direction of the executioner.

Although the boy knew that he used props and it was safe for the time being, Liang Nian still ran towards Lanqiaoyi.

Just as he ran over, the executioner behind the boy slowly raised his hand, and the ax on the ground suddenly trembled.

With a sound of "唰——", the ax blade almost brushed Liang Nian's cheek, and Lan Qiaoyi's heart tightened all of a sudden. He looked at the posture of the other party running towards him, wanting his life, and suddenly He clenched the ballpoint pen tightly in his hand.

"Although I don't know what you guys are up to, but you want to escape from my territory, dreaming—!"

The executioner picked up the ax again, grinned slowly, and said grimly.

[Scope of content: Extracted at random—allegorical remarks! ]

039's voice sounded again.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly curled his lips slightly. He clenched the ballpoint pen in his hand and wrote a few more words in the air. When the last stroke fell, the executioner who was running towards the boy with an ax stopped in his tracks. .

The opponent's hand holding the ax trembled slightly, and a twist suddenly appeared in his expression:

"What the hell did you do?"

At this moment, Liang Nian saw that the NPC who had always been well-behaved and timid beside him now had slightly curved red lips, and a sly look suddenly crossed his expression - like a beautiful little fox.

"Go and see, don't you know?"

As soon as the young man raised his voice slightly, the executioner not far away suddenly turned 180 degrees and walked stiffly towards the dormitory by the corridor.

"Ho, ho ho—"

The other party looked at the door of the dormitory that was getting closer and closer to him, his eyes widened instantly, and there was a rapid gasp in his throat.

With a sound of "Pa-ta--", the executioner's face was distorted, and he walked in unwillingly, and the door closed.

Lan Qiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, he was pulled into his arms by the boy beside him.

"Thank you, Jojo."

Liang Nian never thought that in the end, the young man who was supposed to be protected by him turned out to help him.

It's just that the boy was still a little puzzled. He lowered his head and kissed the boy's pink cheek lovingly. He slowly groped the corner of the boy's eyes with his thumb, and then gently rubbed out a touch of redness. He asked softly:

"What did we, Qiao Qiao, write to defeat such a terrifying boss so easily?"

The slender and dense eyelashes trembled slightly, Xiaomei's cheeks were slightly red, and her bright red lips were pursed into a faint red. He explained the use of this pen to Liang Nian, and then whispered:

"The first sentence...is 'more than enough heart but not enough energy'."

The boy was taken aback, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He scratched the boy's white and upturned nose lightly with his fingers, and said with a smile:

"Jojo is so smart, what about the second sentence?"

The young man was a little silent. He glanced at the boy beside him cautiously, saw Liang Nian raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally answered:

"Meeting an enemy in a small alley - Enemy's road is narrow."

This time, the boy laughed out loud. He hugged the petite and slender boy tightly in his arms, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and the slight tremor in his chest reached Lan Qiaoyi's ears through his clothes.

At this moment, the voice of the main system sounded:

[Because it was detected that an important person was forced to go offline, the third act was forcibly closed. ]

The two were stunned for a moment, and when they opened their eyes again, Lan Qiaoyi found himself standing on the first floor of the dormitory again. Before he could think about it, the next second, he heard the door of the dormitory behind him being opened "bang-dang-" the sound of.

Before the boy could speak, he shivered subconsciously.

It wasn't until this moment that Lan Qiaoyi realized that he had changed into the wet clothes again after returning from the scene.

He looked up, and Lin Yuanqing's face appeared in front of him. When he saw his face clearly, the young man froze for a moment.

A little tension and worry appeared in the usually calm and calm man's expression.

Lan Qiaoyi was pulled over by Lin Yuanqing and held in his arms.

"Where did you just... go?"

The man's trembling voice rang in his ears.

For a moment, Lan Qiaoyi felt a little dazed. He didn't know that the other party would be so worried during the time he disappeared.

Just when he was about to speak to comfort Lin Yuanqing, the young man looked through the man's shoulder and saw Liang Nian who was about to walk towards him, and he suddenly realized the posture of the two of them at this time.

Lan Qiaoyi coughed lightly, and then Lin Yuanqing let go of the person in his arms as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he took a few steps back slightly, with the gentle and polite smile on his face again.

The man looked at the beautiful and fair boy in front of him, lowered his eyes slightly and said:

"I'm really worried about you."

At this moment, Liang Nian, who came up from behind him, raised his hand slightly in front of him, and the back of his hand touched Xiaomei's pink cheek.

"Let's change clothes first."

Before turning around, Lan Qiaoyi only had time to flash a grateful smile towards the man.

The eyes of the lagging man were dark.

……

Relying on the location in memory, Lan Qiaoyi and the others walked into the bathhouse. To his surprise, there were three sets of school uniforms in the changing room outside.

It seems that the main system prepared them for them.

Holding dry clothes and bath towels, Lan Qiaoyi walked towards the bathroom. He specially chose a compartment in the back.

For each compartment, only a calf-length shower curtain can barely cover it.

He took off the clothes that had become wet and cold, and turned on the shower. The sound of "Patter--" accompanied by the warm water washed his white and slender body.

The icy cold just now was dissipated by the dense heat, and a faint pinkness gradually appeared on the fair cheeks.

After washing, Lan Qiaoyi turned off the shower, wrapped himself in a large bath towel, and then reached for the pants hanging on the wall hook, wanting to put them on.

Just as he was bending over, he accidentally lost his footing, and his back suddenly hit the solid board wall.

With a loud bang, Lin Yuanqing, who was closer and was about to put on his coat, twitched his eyelids. He lifted the shower curtain and walked towards the steaming bathroom below. .

"Jojo, are you okay?"

Lan Qiaoyi wanted to speak, but because of the pain coming from behind, he had to bite his lower lip and breathed lightly, trying to calm down the burst of pain.

It's just that he forgot that the man outside the curtain had just experienced the scene of his sudden disappearance, and now that the young man's voice could not be heard, Lin Yuanqing became more and more anxious as he thought about it.

He remembered the sense of urgency in his heart at that moment when the door of the dormitory was closed with a "bang" and could not be opened no matter what.

He only had time to say in a deep voice:

"Offended."

Then with a "shua—" the shower curtain was lifted.

As soon as he raised his eyes, the naked man met the eyes of the young man who was wrapped in a bath towel and showed a small half of his white shoulders.

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