Pretty cannon fodder draws cards in infinite stream

Jiang Yu couldn't help shivering, as if being oppressed by the unfathomable sea, he shrank his body dripping with sweat, and the sharp fear made him dare not move.

He could only follow the other servants stiffly and numbly based on muscle memory.

The cold and shriveled human skin was held in his hand, and after a while, the black ominous eyeballs rolled down into the palm of his hand along with his strength.

It seemed to be premeditated, and it seemed to declare his fate.Jiang Yu's heart was pounding, and the boiling blood was rushing in his body.

In the past two days, he secretly saw the corpses of many players in a cellar. He had already lost too many players, and now he didn't know how many were still alive.

I don't know where my stepbrother went...

This dungeon seems to have exceeded their expectations.

"Xiao Liu, what are you doing?" The servant squatting beside Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and lowered his head to push his arm.

Jiang Yu trembled all over, he raised his head in a panic, but quickly lowered it again.

But the fingers kept trembling.

"No, it's nothing." Jiang Yu forced a smile, he stuffed the bead of the eye into his pocket, and when he left, he glanced lightly at Su Yanqing who was surrounded by the three young masters.

Jiang Yu swallowed, he was a little worried that the dungeon might have changed for his teammates who had been protected by them.

He wanted to remind, but couldn't do it.

In the end, Jiang Yu could only lower his head in disappointment, and was dragged away by the servant who had been taking care of him.

"Don't talk nonsense when you go to the cellar later." The male servants holding the body bag after leaving the main house were obviously a little relaxed, but they still lowered their voices a little cautiously.

cellar.

Jiang Yu hurriedly replied, pretending to be nonchalant, "What are we going to do in the cellar later?"

The male servant shrugged. He pretended to be terrified, and whispered to Jiang Yu, "I heard that the three sons of the Zhang family are all monsters. They seem to need to be eaten raw..."

As he said that, he trembled all over in a hurry, and then warned Jiang Yu: "Where we go, we only need to separate the corpses, and don't worry about anything else."

Jiang Yu nodded, he thought of the monster occupying Zhang Ji's body, and recalled Su Yanqing, the lamb who just entered a pack of wolves, and couldn't help clenching his palms together.

--

Ah Yan gently embraced Su Yanqing, he casually looked at Jiang Yu's back, and then withdrew his gaze.

Naturally, Zhang Yan and Zhang Ji also noticed the little manservant, but they didn't take it seriously, just like wolves and tigers who disdain small mayflies.

The clan elder standing in front of them talked non-stop, but only Su Yanqing listened to him seriously, and the three young masters had long ignored him and sat in their seats drinking tea.

But the clan elders would only repeat the words "catastrophe", "monster"... over and over again.

Ah Yan put down the teacup silently, and his clear voice broke the hut where only the clan elders were talking.

The clan elder stopped talking.

Zhang Yan's body leaning against the back chair suddenly straightened up, as if he saw something interesting, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face.

And Zhang Ji was still the same as before, lowering his head and stroking the edge of the teacup, wondering what he was thinking.

Ah Yan usually has a silent attitude, but once he speaks, few people don't listen to him, and they are all afraid of his unique majesty.

"You should go back." Ah Yan said.

The clan elder opened his mouth, wanting to say something but didn't say it in the end, just covered his heart, and looked at the three of them mournfully.

In the end, he waved his hand, as if he had let go of all his strength, and was helped away by the servants standing quietly beside him.

After finishing speaking, Ah Yan lowered his eyes and gently rubbed Su Yanqing's fingers with his fingers.

The air froze, and it was even more silent after the clan elder left.

Ah Yan turned sideways and whispered to Su Yanqing: "I have some things to do, you..."

He raised his eyes to look at Su Yanqing who was listening carefully to his speech, and his cute appearance made him lick his lips.

"You can go to Zhang Yan or Zhang Ji." Ah Yan held Su Yanqing's hand tightly, as if making a difficult decision.

Su Yanqing didn't think too much about it, he happened to want to explore the secret Zhang's house.So with a serious face, he nodded quite seriously.

Ah Yan's fingers curled up, he was a little unwilling and a little scared.

The person he clearly puts at the top of his heart is sitting in front of him, but he doesn't know his thoughts at all, and even seems to want to move away from him.

Now he can only rely on his own blood to attract some Yan Qing's attention.

But if he doesn't let go, Yan Qing will fall into the cycle again and again, and lose the memory between them again and again.

"Young Master--" the housekeeper stood respectfully not far from Ah Yan in a black coat, and he called softly, "The village chief is here to see you again."

Ah Yan let go of Su Yanqing's hand, his voice was harsh and dull, and finally he only choked out three words to make Yan Qing pay attention to him, "Don't worry."

Su Yanqing nodded and even showed a smiling face. He said goodbye to Ah Yan happily, as if he had no attachment at all.

Zhang Yan stared straight at Su Yanqing, and couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

He got up slowly, straightened his clothes which were wrinkled due to his irregular sitting posture, and then walked to Su Yanqing with a smile.

Zhang Ji's finger that had been stroking the teacup paused, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Yan's back expressionlessly, the corners of his mouth wanted to hook but couldn't.

There was a smile in Zhang Yan's eyes, and the clear green eyes clearly reflected Su Yanqing's appearance of sitting upright.

People outside often say that the second young master of the Zhang family is suave and courteous. Compared with the perennially cold-faced eldest young master and the eccentric third young master, Zhang Yan is more popular with women.

At this time, Zhang Yan's demeanor was that of a noble and extraordinary son. He bent down intimately to let Yan Qing notice him better, and put his hand on the back of Su Yanqing's hand, bowing his head and asking: "Auntie, do you want to come with me?"

Wanruo Baiyu's fingers gently hooked Su Yanqing's little finger, seeing that Su Yanqing didn't say a word, she slowly played with Yan Qing's nails again.

Some fine sweat broke out from the palms of Zhang Yan's hands.Even though his hands were so cold, they became hot again as soon as he touched Su Yanqing.

There were still nervous words in Zhang Yan's mind, he curled his lips a little amusedly, and looked at Yan Qing expectantly.

Su Yanqing froze for a moment, blushed and moved her butt back.Zhang Yan was too close, and Su Yanqing could smell the faint smell of tobacco on his body again.

He wrinkled his nose.He doesn't like tobacco very much.

Ah Yan was already standing at the door, he turned around and looked at them with an indifferent expression.The shadow obliquely above happened to surround him, which inexplicably gave off a gloomy feeling.

But the housekeeper didn't dare to urge her, and didn't dare to look at the three people in the room. He stood beside Ah Yan with a low eyebrow, not daring to say anything about the only "hostess" of the Zhang family.

The Zhang family's life is about to change.

Su Yanqing, who was imprisoned in a small corner, shrank back as much as possible, but she was still wrapped in Zhang Yan's unique sweet smell and the cold aroma of tobacco, feeling like being soaked in ice cream cake.

Su Yanqing couldn't help swallowing, he was suddenly a little greedy.

And he didn't hear any other movement, so Yan Qing took it for granted that only Zhang Yan was in the room, and everyone else had already left.

He nodded, and then said: "Okay."

In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that Su Yanqing was very willing and happy to agree.

Ah Yan watched for a while, and after hearing these words, he quietly led the housekeeper away.

Zhang Ji shifted his gaze to Ah Yan's back, he curled his lips mockingly, but turned the corner of his mouth uncertainly.

The noisy voice was noisy in Zhang Ji's ears.

[Incompetent, incompetent, incompetent, I can't even speak to the person I personally marry. 】

[Sick, look at this weird kid, he is as weird as his sick mother. 】

【He doesn't like you at all, and he was just teasing you that day. 】

【How could someone like you...】

The laughter of women, the abuse of old people, the whispering of servants...

The slightly long nails were firmly embedded in the palm of the hand, and the pain like being cut by a knife spread to all the limbs to wake him up from the noise.

Zhang Ji slowly raised his head and leaned against the seat, the corners of his mouth turned up more and more, until finally the corners of his mouth were split, not human-like, but rather flustered and frightened.

Zhang Ji said with that weird voice, "Yan Qing."

He seemed to be calling his lover, sweetly.

"Have you forgotten me?"

Su Yanqing suddenly heard another voice, ahed blankly, and then thought of another person in her mind.

"Zhang Ji?" Yan Qing asked tremblingly, not sure if it was him, but after a while, he changed his appearance and became a little strange.

The voice is very strange, a bit like--like the appearance of the black snake beside him in the last copy.

Su Yanqing suddenly had a bad feeling.

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, sat lazily playing with Yan Qing's fingers, and propped his white chin with the other hand indifferently.

He stared at Su Yanqing's face as if he was watching.

Zhang Ji smiled with a soft tone, "Didn't the second brother like to go to the Miss Lin family and the Zhao family to drink tea and enjoy the flowers at this time? Besides, Yan Qing had a good time with me that day, so I won't delay the second brother to go played."

Zhang Yan paused for a moment while holding Su Yanqing's finger. He looked at the third younger brother with a strange smile in front of him in some surprise.

This was the first time he saw his brother sick.

Like a reckless pup provoking him.

Zhang Yan raised his hand to gently cover the corner of his smiling mouth, and stared at Zhang Ji with cold eyes.

Su Yanqing didn't realize the strange atmosphere between the two of them, so he nodded in embarrassment and didn't want to delay Zhang Yan.

Just when he was about to speak, Zhang Yan raised a strand of hair beside Su Yanqing's ear, and said in a flat tone, "Aren't they dead?"