Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

The magician looked down at the puppet and stopped looking at him. He slightly raised his eyebrows, pulled the chair with his hand and leaned forward to get closer to Luo Yiran. He suppressed a strange smile in his voice: "Master, I really am I don't understand why you are angry."

The puppet didn't look up. It wasn't long before he experienced the magician's word game, and he didn't believe the magician's words.

The magician stretched out his index finger and put it in front of the puppet. Because the puppet lowered its head, it looked directly at the finger, and then he watched the bloody finger give birth to a rose.

Little roses.

The puppet stared at it for a while, then looked up at the sea in the eyes of the magician.

The magician blinked lightly, and the puppet's appearance was clearly printed in his clear eyes, and he said coquettishly in a drawn-out voice, "Young master, wouldn't it be good to be with me forever."

Luo Yiran who just calmed down a bit: "..."

The puppet took a deep breath before saying, "Is it fun?"

He gently picked the rose on the magician's finger, and then it fell in front of the puppet. He narrowed his eyes happily: "It's very fun."

"Master, do you know how many expressions I have changed in this short period of time?" The magician put his finger on the puppet's head: "It's so cute and energetic."

I don't think of the soulless puppet that is displayed in the window during the day.

Strange emotions filled his heart, the magician let out a low laugh, and he said with emotion: "Master, I love you very, very much."

He leaned back again, opened his hands and then moved closer to him in a hug. When his hands were closed, a bouquet of roses appeared in his arms.

The long-haired gray-haired man in a black suit held up the bouquet of roses to cover his face, and then he let out a "bang" sound, and the bouquet of roses scattered in response, the petals fluttered, and one petal came towards the doll.

Luo Yi did not hide or close his eyes, but when the petals were about to cover his eyes, his body flew into the air.

The puppet seemed to be silent for a moment. He looked at the magician who raised his hand in front of him, his expression remained unchanged: "So, you can also manipulate the silver thread."

At the distance between him and the magician, slightly reflective silver threads connect from the magician's fingertips to the puppet's head, neck, arms, and legs.

I don't know when it got wrapped up.

Luo Yiran lowered his eyes, and the strength he could not resist came from the silver thread, which made him unable to manipulate his body freely, because the strength gap between himself and the magician was very large.

The magician manipulated the puppet to pose in mid-air, the smile on his face faded, and his eyes narrowed like the sea at night: "To be precise, it's a puppet line."

He stood up after saying a word, his long gray hair swaying slightly, the magician moved his ring finger, and then watched the puppet sit on the red velvet bench in the box space, the magician approached in the blink of an eye, it was very So close, so close that even the magician's gray hair hangs down on the puppet.

"Master." The magician's voice was so gentle that it was terrifying: "I hope you can experience the excitement and joy in my heart."

The doll’s body can’t move: “What if it can’t.”

The magician paused, and then he laughed out loud: "I hope you are lively and dancing by my side."

"But if there is no other way, I can only kill the young master... But I will be very sad, after all, I love you so much."

The magician's fingers swam over the puppet: "If the existence of longing is always in front of you, master, will you wait patiently for the so-called best time?"

Luo Yiran didn't care what he said, and he said the answer that the magician didn't like directly with a deadpan face: "I will."

"...Little villain, you obviously have nothing to desire." The magician moved his fingers dangerously at the position of the puppet's eyes, he looked out the window, and none of the passing crowd looked at them: "But I'm impatient... "

"Then what exactly do you want?" Luo Yiran interrupted him.

There was no sound behind him, and Luo couldn't move at all, so he couldn't look back into the magician's eyes, so he asked again: "What do you want?"

--what do you want?

The magician looked out the window, he was stumped by this straightforward question - how to answer it so that the puppet can deeply understand his intentions.

Still did not hear the answer, so the corner of the puppet's mouth raised, and he looked at the figure of the magician reflected in the window, and asked word by word: "Do you want me to 'love' you in the same way that you 'love' me?" ?"

The magician was not stumped by this awkward sentence, his eyes lit up and he answered quickly: "If you want it, can you give it to me, Master?"

Luo Yiran felt that the magician's body and voice were trembling slightly, and at the same time, there was a very dangerous feeling, as if if he said he couldn't give it, the magician would break his neck.

So the puppet laughed, and he let out a little laugh.

"Master?" The magician was puzzled but still full of expectation.

"No." Luo was decisive, and after speaking he laughed again, and said something that hurt the magician even more with a bit of sarcasm in his laughter: "You are dreaming."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Yiran felt the silver thread wrapped around his body tighten. His head was turned around by the thread, and then he met the magician's eyes very closely, and the slender eyelashes seemed to touch his hair. .

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

The puppet's smile remained unchanged: "Then you kill me."

After a while of silence, the magician fixed the doll, then got up and took the half of the box space on the table. He silently took out the carefully arranged furniture inside, and then buckled it above the space where the doll was.

"Master, for your safety, please wait obediently."

Luo Yiran watched the silver thread on his body fall off the moment the box was closed, he moved his body, and then his body was not affected by the light screen in the slightest.

With his movements, the smile on the corners of the puppet's mouth slowly expanded, and then formed a very exaggerated expression, the puppet smiled silently——

Didn't kill him... didn't even hurt him at all.

Outside the box space.

The magician was sitting on the chair, his eyes were fixed on the box space where the puppet was closed——

After a while, he also smiled, then took off his hat, and reached out to take out one after another of small skirts.

Not happy, so he wants to make himself happy.

"It would be great if we could have such a house in reality." Duan Miaomiao sighed as he felt the package of the soft sofa.

Lin Ye looked at the clock on the wall and did not speak.

Now the clock on the wall shows that it is almost one o'clock in the middle of the night. After exiting the copy, he thought about the notification sent by the game for two seconds, and then tried to apply for creating an organization. Organize and replace this small villa with props as their organization's stronghold.

The small villa has a third floor. The large area of ​​warm colors makes it look very warm, and some decorations are just right to reveal a little cuteness, but it doesn't look like an organizational stronghold at all.

"Lin Ye, did you change this small villa on purpose?" Zhang Mimi picked up a whale pillow on the sofa and squeezed it.

Lin Ye turned around, his face was a little tired but his eyes were still bright: "No, I just took a random prop and changed it randomly."

Yuan Mo paused for a moment, and then he asked, "The name of the organization too?"

"We have few people, so let's call ourselves a team." Lin Ye said something first, and then nodded casually: "We are only forming a team temporarily for that team battle, there is no need to seriously think of a name."

"Wow - so cold." Zhang Mimi choked his throat on purpose, and then he smiled: "The team will bind together to download the dungeon, but the organization will not."

Yuan Mo was a little confused at the table—won't he form a team for a long time?

Duan Miaomiao sighed regretfully: "After that, I have to find an organization."

She had actually been looking for an organization before, but she felt that they were all guys who didn't get along well, so she was still undecided.

The four people in the hall became quiet, and Zhang Mimi thought for a while: "Anyway, the existence of the organization won't affect too many things, so let's keep it? Whoever wants to quit just quits."

The three have no opinion.

Duan Miaomiao's mood rose, she looked at the group... the names of the six people in the team group: "By the way, why haven't Xiaoxia and Xiaoran agreed to the invitation from the organization? And Li Qifeng and Wei Wei, why sleep so much during the day?" I'm sleepy, so I don't want to visit here."

Xiaoran... The corners of Zhang Mimi's mouth turned up a little, and then he said: "Xia may have fallen asleep, he is just a game played in a state of coma, and he probably fell asleep directly in the personal space."

"The puppet is probably thinking about it."

Duan Miaomiao leaned comfortably on the sofa: "As long as Xiaoran comes, Xiaoxia will come too."

Yuan Mo opened his mouth and closed it again. He struggled alone for a while but no one noticed. Although he was not forgotten by everyone because he hadn't been away from everyone for too long, it was still easy to be ignored, and he agreed to come here for a reason because he was afraid Another reason why everyone forgot about him overnight was——

"That." Yuan Mo said again, looking at the ground and asking, "Can't we go out to play?"

Zhang Mimi was slightly startled by the sudden sound, and his index finger shook: "...it seems to be."

Yuan Mo looked up: "Aren't you nervous? What if we never get out of the game?"

The three of them froze for a moment, then looked at him together.

Yuan Mo was stunned by the three of them, and then he took two steps back unconsciously: "What, what's wrong?"

Zhang Mimi grabbed her own yellow hair: "It's okay... It's just that Lin Ye and I feel that it doesn't matter if we spend the rest of our lives in the game."

Duan Miaomiao raised her hand: "Me too, I didn't really want to work and just wanted to be a waste, but my personal space has food and drink, and I will come out immediately when I don't have it. It's an ideal life."

Lin Ye realized that it was because Yuan Mo didn't have a high sense of existence, and they had no strong desire to go out, so they ignored this matter. He looked at Yuan Mo: "Do you really want to go back?"

Yuan Mo snorted, and then he said, "I have a high school student downstairs who spends his time at my house every day. If I can't go back, what should I do?"

Three people: "..."

Three people: "?"

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