In the shell of Tuo Zong, I am doing live broadcasts in the world of Ke Xue

Fyodor didn't care about his panic and panic at all.

He has already seen too many people like this, and giving extra color will make him proud.

However, from his mouth, Fyodor probably guessed how he came here, and it probably has something to do with Ye Huaijin who left here.

Oh no, it should be that it has something to do with the system in Ye Huaijin's body who left here. Ye Huaijin thinks about things in a simple way, and doesn't think of these strange twists and turns, but the system in his body can Just maybe.

It's not good to say something with Ye Huaijin's hands, but Ye Huaijin shouldn't be in any danger at this time, because the person in front of him is boastful and obviously only knows a little bit of superficial insider information.

Fyodor looked at him with a smile on his cheek: "Gogol, I will leave this person to you."

The black-haired man opened his eyes wide in an instant, and looked at Fyodor in horror: "Do you know what will happen to me if you touch me! It's not just me who came this time! There are many people! I want to die Yes! All of them will feel it! Aren't you afraid of their revenge!"

"Where's your damn system!" the black-haired man crazily said, "Didn't he ask for help on the forum because you were attacked at that time! That damn system betrayed us!"

Gogol smiled: "Ah, ah, it seems that this guy doesn't want to go with me, he just wants to stay by your side."

"Speaking of which, I'm also very curious, how could this person know these things." Gogol complained, "I've been by your side for so many years, and this time "Oiran Horror Night" is also something I learned from someone else. You snatched it back at the risk of death in your hand, A Tuo, why didn't you tell me anything?"

Sigma, who was behind Gogol, silently moved back.

Gogol will have a period of time like this if he doesn't have time. He is very interested in spying on others, especially Fyodor. When he doesn't know, he will turn on the showman mode.

He began to accuse Fyodor, picking up what was good for him about everything, and not mentioning the incident of him throwing down the remote control with a smile.

Like Sigma, Fyodor has long been used to it. He looked at Gogol lightly, his brows and eyes seemed to be soaked in water, but he didn't look soft and beautiful at all, only cold and sharp: "So, now, haven't I told you all the opportunities for you to know everything?"

Gogol said with a smile: "A Tuo, you are really unreasonable. This person seems to like you so much, but you don't even have the heart to look at him. Give him to me, to my hands... "

Gogol licked his lips, and a beautiful golden light flashed in his rolled up golden pupils: "There is no good end."

Fyodor said casually: "Does he deserve a good end?"

The light fell lightly on Fyodor's beautiful and well-defined face. The beauty that attracted black-haired men most in the past was now a warning to urge him to go to hell. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really I really love you, otherwise how could I fall behind and be caught by Gogol when they left!"

"As long as I die! The companions who came to this world with me will come to kill together! How can you, a mere character, compare with our players?! Fyodor, you will die!"

The black-haired man's voice seemed hoarse, but Fyodor just smiled lightly.

He looked at the black-haired man playfully: "If you want to kill me, do you rely on you?"

Gogol laughed loudly, and he directly carried the black-haired man as if he was carrying a chick, and said briskly: "Ah, ah, let me deal with such an idiot, I will be very happy Okay to get those things sorted out, and..."

Looking at the trembling eyes of the black-haired man, Gogol said affectionately, "When I send you to hell, I will send your companions to accompany you. Are you happy?"

Feeling that his life was threatened, Gogol didn't simply lift him up. Gogol put his fingers on the neck of the black-haired man, firmly suppressing the black-haired man's main artery. It only needs the black-haired man to move or do something bad, and he will die instantly in Gogol's hands.

The black-haired man looked at the three people staying in the cave, all three of them were beautiful.

In their pure white world, Gogol Fyodor and Sigma are very popular because they are beautiful enough and have enough personality.

Many people like them, and they say that if one day they are lucky enough to be randomly sent to their world by the mastermind, they must have an intimate relationship with them, possess them, and kiss them, that must be the happiest thing in the world.

As a leader of the original characters, it must feel very comfortable to be loved by players and then abandoned by players.

It's not even just fantasies, and it's not just clips about the three of them. On forums and websites, some people even think about the scene where the player falls in love with them, and the black-haired man has thought about it before.

After all he admires Fyodor so much

But today, when he really appeared in front of them, he realized how false their delusion was.

Fyodor and their eyes are so terrifying that they can’t even compare to the beasts among the most horrifying characters. Their suppressed emotions can’t even hear the whistling wind outside the window. The black-haired man feels that he is at the mercy of their hands now. a piece of meat.

Whether it is death or life, and what kind of cutting they want, all come according to their wishes.

He is just a plaything.

How did things become like this, isn't he a high-ranking player?Aren't they low-level original characters?Why did he completely reverse his position and turn him into their prisoner?

Gogol didn't care how frightened the black-haired man was, he just carried the black-haired man out the door.

Sigma followed closely behind, but as he was leaving, he couldn't help but glance back at Fyodor.

Fyodor was still sitting on the bed, his long black hair hanging down like a splashed ink painting because he had turned into a fox demon. Feeling his sight, he raised his head lazily, his beautiful eyes were like clear rubies. Yanli, he asked with a smile, "Sigma, do you have something to ask me?"

That smile was very similar to the smile Fyodor showed every time he turned his head to look at Sigma. It was dreamlike, as if it was separated by mountains and seas, making it impossible to see clearly.

Sigma said in a low voice: "I feel that the you I saw at the party are more real."

Fyodor was dumbfounded.

"is it?"

Sigma nodded sincerely: "I always feel that this is the first time I have seen your real fluctuating emotions."

After speaking, Sigma glanced at Fyodor again, then turned and left.

The time he and Fyodor have known is not very long, but they have experienced many common things.

Sigma once read a sentence in a book, that is, human friendship is never determined by the year of recognition to determine whether the friendship is long and pure, but summarized by the things experienced.

Sigma felt that even if he did not have as many missions as Gogol and Fyodor, he was still a person closer to Fyodor.

He had seen Fyodor standing on high steps looking down countless times. Gogol told him that this was Fyodor's habit, and he always liked to stand there after completing tasks. Looking at it below, Gogol guessed that Fyodor was thinking every time, and another person died, so Fyodor's desire to eliminate people with supernatural powers took another big step forward.

But Sigma always felt that Fyodor seemed to be looking at a future where not all people with supernatural powers would disappear. In fact, he didn't look at anything, he just stood quietly.

But Fyodor's emotions are too difficult to grasp, no one can really understand what Fyodor is thinking.

At least no one can see through his beautiful skin.

Therefore, when a pure smile appears, it is just a common thing for others, but for Fyodor, it is an earth-shattering event.

It's hard for Sigma not to mind.

Fyodor's smile gradually faded, he thought as he looked at Sigma's leaving figure.

That's because the person who appeared that night was not him at all.

That person is Ye Huaijin.

Thinking of Ye Huaijin Fyodor, I couldn't help but think of the man in black. The look he looked at Fyodor turned from desire to undisguised fear, because he saw through the beauty hidden under Fyodor's beautiful skin. evil spirits.

And Ye Huaijin——

It seemed that the wind howling that night was still ringing in his ears, Ye Huaijin faced death with his own eyes for the first time.

Facing the falling people and his worldview, as well as the laughing barrage, Ye Huaijin's fingers were trembling with fear, but she still resolutely raised her hand to cover Fyodor's eyes , whispered: "Tuo, don't look at it."

Trembling fingers and a more trembling voice than his trembling fingers.

Fyodor thought to himself who was more afraid of Ye Huaijin or him at that time?

And obviously, Ye Huaijin knew that between him and Fyodor, Fyodor was not as pure a person as he was.

So Fyodor began to hold Ye Huaijin's hand and slowly walked into the darkness, all the obscurity was clearly seen in front of Ye Huaijin, and what kind of person Fyodor was was opened in front of Ye Huaijin.

He thought, in this way, Ye Huaijin shouldn't be just saying something that idiots don't want to read, right?

What will he wait for?Berate?Or hurt eyes?

He waited for nothing.

He waited for a word.

Ye Huaijin still trembled: "Tuo, I like you so much."