Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

The air in the office instantly cooled several degrees, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point after freezing. The thick fog outside the window was filled with ominous writing. At this time, the instance boss that should appear in the place with the most players suddenly appeared here.

The dark night in this dungeon should have some kind of buff. During the day, the gentle and kind man became unpredictable. His murderous hand touched his hot face under the quilt.

I don't know if it's because it's too hot, so I'm extra greedy for coolness. When the cold hand was pressed against it, the pretty little face took the initiative to move closer to the hand and rubbed it.

Like a kitten.

Shen Jiao heard the dungeon boss's laughter, and immediately got goosebumps all over her body.

Although she has great strength, how can she beat the big boss in the dungeon.

But I don't know if it's because of Yu Lansong's face, although the dungeon boss smiled and had murderous eyes, but he glanced at her contemptuously, but didn't kill her.

This was a situation she had never encountered before, and she had cleared very dangerous dungeons before, and she was already mentally prepared to face death just now.

For the instance boss, killing her should be as easy as strangling an ant.

She should have gone forward to snatch him back, but in reality, she was limp on the ground, staring blankly at the tall man picking up the man wrapped in the quilt with only a little bit of fingertips exposed.

Montfort had the appearance of a typical westerner, with blond hair and blue eyes. This skin is very deceptive. No matter what kind of scum and scum are under the skin, he hugs people like a nobleman who has lived in an ancient castle for a long time.

Shen Jiao just watched helplessly as the dungeon boss took Yu Lansong away.

After a while, she touched her face and found that there were cold tears on her cheeks, so she quickly got up on the ground with hands and feet.

At this time, her hands and feet were so cold and stiff that she lost consciousness, her dull brain turned around, and suddenly resumed operation after seeing the book Lu Hanxun put on the coffee table.

She thought, Lu Hanxun specially entrusted him to her care, and she lost him again, how would she explain to him when Lu Hanxun came back?

"..." Thinking of this, she swallowed her saliva. For a moment, she didn't know whether the dungeon boss was more frightening or Lu Hansun was more frightening.

But even if Lu Hanxuan didn't blame her, she should go find Yu Lansong and rescue him.

Now Yu Lansong is burning with a fever, doing whatever he asks him to do, as good as a beautiful doll, and in the hands of the dungeon boss, he can't be eaten to the brim.

And if by the time they find someone, the child has already been messed up, that manic Lu Hanxuan must have ripped apart the dungeon boss first, and then ripped her apart.

As soon as she thought of this, she immediately felt the urgency of time.

But also because of her anxiety, she made a wrong decision here, that is, she didn't tell other people about this matter at the first time, but went to find it herself, which wasted time instead.Yu Lansong fell into a drowsy sleep, and the system wanted to grab his ear and shout. After a long time, when he woke up, he said angrily, "Master, you finally woke up?" 】

Yu Lansong was scolded as soon as she woke up, she was a little dazed, because she was sick, she still spoke with a waxy nasal cavity, [What's wrong? 】

The system reminded him to look around. Yu Lansong sat up with his hands on the bed, only to realize that he was no longer sleeping on the big sofa. He moved his hand, and the silver chain locking his wrist rang, rattling.

Yu Lansong, "..."

Let's just say, does this dungeon boss have any special hobbies?

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw a large blood-red stain on the white bed sheet. He didn't know what it was, and immediately shrank into a corner in disgust.

The system knew what he was afraid of, and kindly reminded him, 【It's not blood, it's paint. 】

After Yu Lansong got closer, he really smelled a little bit of acrylic. Only then did he find a wooden easel beside the bed, which was covered by a dirty gray cloth.

This place is not like any room in the hospital, it is more like a studio, and the bed where Yu Lansong sleeps is a temporary resting place for the owner of the studio.

The owner of the studio is not very clean. The squeezed paint tubes are thrown everywhere, the palette is dumped on the ground, and the paint has dried on the floor.

The shoes should have left in Lu Hanxun's office, and the white cotton socks rubbed against the rough sheets, causing a small wrinkle.

He hugged his legs tightly and touched his forehead. Although he still had a low-grade fever after taking a few antipyretics, it was much better than when he just had a meal.

The dungeon boss didn't return for a long time, and Yu Lansong dozed off again. After an unknown amount of time, he was suddenly awakened by a bang.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Meng Fuli's forehead, he blinked at Yu Lansong, his tone was apologetic, "Have you been waiting for a long time? I went to get some props, so I wasted time."

Yu Lansong moved his gaze down dully, and landed on the prop he was talking about.

Seeing his puzzled eyes, Montfort patiently explained to him, "This is a tattoo needle and an anesthetic."

Yu Lansong, "...Are you planning to change careers again?"

Oh, he almost forgot that Monforie was originally a psychopath, and he couldn't understand him with the thinking of a normal person, so he asked very studiously, "Are these tools going to be used on me?"

Monforie hooked the corner of his mouth, "Honey, you are so smart, this is my first tattoo."

He felt that this was inappropriate, so he added, "Of course, you will be the only one."

Yu Lansong was not very interested in being his guinea pig. He gathered his coat, shrank back into the corner, sucked at his clogged nose, and said pitifully, "But I'm afraid of pain."

Montfort's blue eyes are full of love. There are some fine lines in the corners of his eyes, but they don't look old. Instead, they add a lot of mature charm to him. When he is not crazy, he is like a priest who loves the world.

"I know, so I prepared an anesthetic for you."

He tore off the gray cloth on the easel, revealing the content of the painting, "Look, this is a painting to be tattooed on your body, do you like it?"

To be honest, Yu Lansong didn't know much about oil painting. From a layman's point of view, this painting is very well done. There are large expanses of intensely blooming red roses under the starry sky.

The blood-red pigment is very much like blood, and the veins of the roses are very clear, so fresh that you can smell the faint fragrance of flowers, the stems of the roses are covered with thorns, surrounded by thorn bushes.

Bitter roses are beautiful, an inviolable beauty, and it seems that if you want to get it, you have to pay a very tragic price.

Yu Lansong nodded very honestly, "It looks good, it would be even better if it wasn't tattooed on my body."

He scrambled out of bed on all fours and was about to run, but was staggered by the silver chain and fell back on the bed. Mumfori unbuttoned his chest, and just a touch of cold air made that place extremely sensitive.

Because of the long-term lack of exercise, the soft abdomen is full of soft meat, but there is not even a little extra fat, which makes people wonder where he grows from eating so much.

His already flushed face turned even redder, and Yu Lansong felt like a little turtle that had been cut out of its shell, with nowhere to hide and who could be manipulated by others.

Monforie turned him over on his side, his fingers all the way down to his lower back, where there were two sunken dimples and the line of the spine went all the way into the pants.

Yu Lansong cried to the system in her heart, 【I can't keep my kidney, this perverted doctor won't dig out my kidney. 】

It secretly took a look at the NPC with an obsessed expression, and felt that it was really blind. In front of this puzzled child, the NPC's flirting methods were simply winking at the blind.

Monforie said lightly, "For a long time, I had to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep, and I haven't touched a paintbrush for a long time. This painting was drawn on the first day I saw you."

He sighed, "When you're in my office, I really want to fuck you. Although I'm not gay, the desire can't be restrained."

Yu Lansong lay on her stomach like a little turtle, not daring to move.

Meng Fuli didn't start directly, but determined the approximate position on Yu Lansong's body. He picked up the brush and prepared to draw a rough pattern first.

This is the first time he has painted on a human body. Although he is a lunatic, he is indeed a genius. After adjusting the colors, it is only a few outlines, and the flower shape of a rose is already in place.

Human skin is a natural canvas, and bright red paint is painted on smooth and fair skin, which is both romantic and disgusting.

It's just that it hurt Yu Lansong, the cold brush moved on his waist, which was a very sensitive place, and he was itching so much that his whole waist was trembling.

He kicked his legs uncomfortably, and the socks clung to the sheets, but they kept sliding down, and the white and tender soles of his feet were half exposed.

Big tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes, soaking the sheets, in order not to make a sound of weakness, he bit the edge of the pillow, and when he opened his mouth, he pulled out a silver thread, leaving a wet mark on the edge of the pillow.

"You crazy...you still don't take medicine! I don't want a tattoo!"

He asked the system for help, [What should I do? 】

The system also noticed that although the dungeon boss was perverted, it did not threaten Yu Lansong's life, so he said slowly, [Wait for your other husband to save you, don't worry. 】

Yu Lansong didn't swear at the system for three years in high school, and it's the first time he swears at this stupid system.

With the last stroke down, Monforie looked at his work with satisfaction, and he gently blew on it, waiting patiently for the paint to dry.

When the paint was drying, he sat on the sidelines leisurely, crossing his hands, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that doctors and patients should keep a distance and private associations are prohibited. This is the latest rule. I hope you will be more conscious and leave Stay away from those strange people."

Yu Lansong had no strength left, there were still wet tears on his face, his soft cheeks sank into the pillow, and he didn't bother to talk to him.

If a mental patient makes the rules of the mental hospital, the hospital will end sooner or later.

After a long time, Montfort reached out and touched it, nodded in satisfaction, "It's time to start."

Yu Lansong clenched her lower lip, watching him pick up the anesthetic needle and inject it into his body, the fire alarm in the whole hospital suddenly went off, reminding those still in the building to escape quickly.

Montfort's face turned serious, he walked to the window and opened the closed curtains, looking out the window, the office building was full of flames, and thick smoke filled the air.

The light of the fire almost illuminated the entire sky, and even the thick fog could not cover up the fire that was about to burn everything.

Yu Lansong also saw it, her face was flushed, and she coughed heavily, "..."

Is Lu Hanxun also crazy?