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Soon, Lan Qiaoyi realized that his thoughts just now were right.

Because as the space shook more and more violently, he also heard screams one after another.

——Participating in the banquet are all experienced old players, and they will never panic because of a sudden earthquake.

As if waking up from a long, long dream, Lan Qiaoyi felt weak all over, and his body was a little weak. If Yin Suze hadn't hugged him in time, he might not even be able to stand up alone.

"Jojo, don't be afraid, I...I will protect you."

Maybe because he realized that the young man's current state is very bad, Yin Suze chose to use this method to make the person in his arms feel at ease, regardless of the risk of revealing his identity.

"Ah."

Lan Qiaoyi reached out and patted the man's arm around his waist, and then showed a weak smile towards him.

He didn't want to distract the man too much at this time.

It seems that something has really changed...

It was just that before they had time to think about it, the more and more screams violently pulled the string in the minds of the two of them.

"We have to be careful of the oil paintings on the walls, ahem, ahem, the ink inside will become the substances that trapped me before."

After getting a general idea of ​​how the other party rescued him from Yin Suze's mouth, Lan Qiaoyi immediately explained the reasons for all this.

"Well, I'll be careful, in fact, along the way I also—"

Before the man finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

The two stared blankly at the scene that appeared in front of them as soon as they walked up the stairs and walked around the corner.

Calling it a "tragedy" is not an exaggeration.

The oil paintings on the walls are "twisting" crazily, no, not only those oil paintings, even those walls and ground seem to be twisting invisibly, clamoring to devour other existences that enter their domain.

And those human beings who were screaming in despair and unwilling to be reconciled to those pictures that were supposed to show beauty, and most of their bodies have been integrated into it—becoming a new exhibit.

Lan Qiaoyi's hands trembled slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to hide back into the man's arms—even though he was already half-embraced.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, you're safe..." The reassurance in his ears was like a quick-acting pacifier, hitting Lan Qiaoyi's heart.

He closed his eyes fiercely, then grasped Yin Suze's hand tightly, and said slowly:

"I'm not afraid. With you by my side, I'm really not afraid."

He seemed to be admonishing himself, and he seemed to be telling a man about his trust in him.

Yin Suze's eyes changed, and his lips twitched a few times, but in the end he didn't say anything, just silently clenched the treasure in his palm instead.

In the end, the two of them still did not choose to walk the long corridor that had been faintly distorted into a liquid substance.

——Lan Qiaoyi was embraced by Yin Suze, and jumped straight off the floor that could no longer maintain her shape.

They ended up in the lobby on the first floor.

At this time, the place is still empty, and everything is the same as before-including those buildings that have begun to distort in other layers.

"Here... as if there is something protecting it?"

Lan Qiaoyi spoke hesitantly.

After looking around, his gaze finally landed on the throne of roses that appeared in the hall after scattering away from the bats.

It was undoubtedly a carefully crafted throne, and anyone who looked at it at first glance would think that it must be a work of art that noble people could sit on.

The dark red rose is wrapped around the silver-gray handle, and finally climbs to the highest point of the smooth backrest.The most exquisite flower bloomed, the flower body drooping slightly, as if surrendering to the owner of the seat, willing to become a "pet" in his hands to be played with and caressed carefully.

——Lan Qiaoyi was startled by his own thoughts just now.

How could he have such a strange...and ambiguous association?

As soon as Yin Suze lowered his head, he saw the uncomfortable pale face of the person in his arms. He was startled, and quickly hugged her to the rose seat. Then, regardless of the boy's objection, he leaned over and held the other person's face, carefully Take a closer look.

"I do not want……"

Lan Qiaoyi even began to tremble slightly. Since he sat on this chair, he felt that the warmth from his whole body was being slowly sucked away. It was as if his body was being slowly immersed in water. Struggling, can only wait in despair.

Yin Suze didn't know why, but after seeing the boy's paler face, he wanted to reach out and hug him back into his arms.

The accident happened at this time——

With a loud "bang", Lan Qiaoyi struggled to get out of the seat, to help Yin Suze who was hit hard by an invisible object just a moment ago.

The man was about to get up from the ground, but suddenly felt a fishy throat. He was stunned, and he couldn't believe it, the rose branch that moved suddenly just now had such great power.

After realizing this, he forcibly swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and used the fastest speed to take the boy away from the weird chair.

Then it was attacked again.

Even though Yin Suze was not really traumatized this time because he had been prepared for a long time, his mood was not much better.

Because his baby was still stuck in that damn seat.

——And Lan Qiaoyi's current state is also very strange.

Originally, as his body was getting colder and colder, he really thought that he was going to die here, but he didn't expect that shortly after such an idea came out, it was as if a pair of big hands came out of nowhere and grabbed him. Let him gradually rejuvenate from the wet chill.

Even though there is still a vague chill covering my whole body now, compared to just now, it can be called mild.

After seeing Yin Suze being beaten into the air again, Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously wanted to get out of his seat—but was suppressed by an invisible force.

And after that force appeared again and again because of his successive attempts, he was finally able to conclude that it was the big hand that "rescued" him just now.

After realizing this, he was a little at a loss, not knowing what the purpose of beating a sweet date was.

"Yin Suze—don't try again! I don't have..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold breath coming from his neck.

Lan Qiao Yi Xiang and Zheng Li's words came to an abrupt end.

His wrists, ankles, and waist were all wrapped around the rose branches with slow and undeniable force.

The fair-skinned and beautiful boy was entangled on the cold seat by dark vines, and the soft cheeks were gently rubbed by the slowly stretching rose petals, leaving an ambiguous red mark on the almost transparent snow-white skin. It is lively and fragrant.

Yin Suze's eyes were hot - but it was because of anger.

Anyone who finds a bunch of dead things playing with his sweetheart at will will not be in a better mood, let alone the strong possessive desire hidden in a man's heart.

Yin Suze launched a fierce attack, and the floor of the lobby on the first floor was hit with cracks.

The rose branches spreading out from the seat were getting slower and slower each time when they were brought back to Lan Qiaoyi's side.

And when he looked at the more and more broken stems of the roses, he felt uncomfortable for some reason.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Lan Qiaoyi was a little confused and asked the biggest and most beautiful rose behind him.

But the icy breath that he had mistaken for an illusion earlier appeared again at this time.

"Rose……"

Not far away, Yin Suze, whose body was vigorous and light, landed on the pillar, saw the young man sitting on the seat suddenly change his face, and at the same time, his heart sank severely.

Lan Qiaoyi felt the subtle touch of the flower stems slowly passing by on the inside of the wrist, and the slight itchiness gradually spread from the slightly reddened skin to the whole body.

"do not do that……"

Two spots of blush gradually appeared on the cheeks. The beautiful young man had red eyes, and his white teeth pressed against his blushing lips lightly. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he uttered a sobbing plea. .

The rose next to the cheek seemed to show mercy to him, rubbing against the snow-white skin with its silky petals one after another.

Yin Suze even suspected that he saw the tears falling from the end of the young man's eyes.

The sparkle pierced his heart.

"Rose, don't you like it? This is what I prepared for you—"

The voice that finally rang clearly in the ear was purely confused, like a young boy who wanted to please his sweetheart but couldn't find a way, and even felt a little lost.

It's just that his "Rose" felt a little dazed at this moment.

That was an age far away from him, but in fact, no one had a closer relationship than them.

He had been his own rose.

The white teeth gently bit the soft petals, like a lover's grind, they leaned on each other and never separated from each other.

Yin Suze looked at this scene in a daze.

At some point, the rose branch on the rose seat has completely trapped the young man in it. From a distance, the shape looks like...

One is hugging another beautiful teenager.

Weird, everything is so weird, he looked around in a daze, the screams echoed in his ears one after another, he even felt a sense of bewilderment:

Why is he still standing here?

Soon, his doubts were answered.

Because, as soon as such thoughts appeared, the man heard a cold voice.

After realizing what the voice said, Yin Suze felt as if his whole body had been split in two.