Incredible Games [Unlimited]

Meng Fuyou looked him up and down, and said slowly: "It's okay, the injuries in the dungeon heal faster than the outside, and there is also an increase in physical fitness, falling down the stairs is only a minor injury, and you will be alive and kicking tomorrow."

Along the way, Huo Xiao exchanged a few words with the other party. The train was moving very fast, and it didn't take long before the station announced: "The train will stop at the station in 5 minutes: Sky City, please get off." Passengers in the car are prepared in advance.”

In the flower beds on both sides of Mosterlin Castle, there are large milky golden double rose flowers, which are fragrant and intoxicating.

There was no one in the hall on the first floor of the castle, and it was unknown whether they were the first to come back, or the people who came back before had already gone upstairs to rest.

The Japanese boy limped, pressed the elevator slowly, and gave them a friendly smile before leaving.

Meng Fuyou went directly to Nan Jingcheng's room together.

The men's bedroom is black and white, which is very similar to its owner's temperament. There is a large balcony on the side. When the curtains are opened, you can see the little angels and elves flying outside and playing on the flower garden.

"When I came in, I only saw angels. I didn't realize that there are many other kinds of creatures." Meng Fuyou rubbed her index finger on her chin. She only thought of it when she saw the division of trains at Chaos Station. The city should be a neutral existence between angels and demons.

Nan Jingcheng's warm palm naturally wrapped around her waist, holding him in his arms, "Do you think he is suspicious?"

Meng Fuyou knew that the man was referring to the lame Japanese brother.

"It's hard to say, maybe he was intentionally injured by the evil spirit, or maybe he is the evil spirit, who purposely swung in front of our eyes in a wave of reverse operations, and instead of hiding or hiding, he was open-minded." Meng Fuyou had to turn aside. Nodding her neck, because Nan Jingcheng buried her head in the hollow of her neck.

Meng Fuyou put one hand on the edge of his ear, and slowly played with his fingers, "I have the simplest way to identify it."

"Huh?" Nan Jingcheng moved, motioning for her to continue.

"The old goblin on the ninth floor is gone. He fell down the stairs and didn't hurt his muscles. Let's let him go tomorrow morning when he's more agile. If he's still limping." Meng Fuyou pinched his earlobe, "Then he This injury is not as simple as falling down the stairs."

Nan Jingcheng buried her neck and shoulders and smiled in a low voice, then said, "I also have a way to identify it."

The more Meng Fuyou played, the more addicted she became. The soft flesh in this square inch felt surprisingly good to the touch, and it was still hot. She rubbed and kneaded it while raising her eyebrows in response: "Huh?"

She couldn't see the man's expression, and waited for a few seconds before the text came, but was suddenly picked up horizontally by a pair of strong arms, returned to the bedroom and threw him on the bed.

Meng Fuyou was bounced back by the mattress before sitting up, the light in the room had already dimmed, it was Nan Jingcheng who drew the curtains.

"Is it fun?" The angle of looking up made the man's figure look more straight and stalwart. When he walked over, he had already loosened the top two buttons of his shirt, "Baby, how many times did you pinch and how many times did you knead?" , Do you still remember?"

"I counted."

"Reciprocity, where do you want me to be?" Nan Jingcheng leaned forward, put his warm palm against her and stretched into the hem of his clothes, biting his ear and said, "The left or the right."

Meng Fuyou's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, "No, don't, my basic perception has more than doubled..."

"It doesn't matter, the Dream Killing will start tomorrow night, you can have a good rest tonight." Nan Jingcheng kissed her ear.

It was the first time for Meng Fuyou to be attacked by such a degree of stimulation. She felt that she was in a trance, as if being sucked into the monstrous waves. Really caught.

The golden and delicate pansi overflowed at the master's call, and it was as smooth as satin, but the master's state seemed to be not right, without the precise control and instructions every time before, the pansi followed Meng Fuyou's ignorant and chaotic consciousness to go around In the past, I stuck to the ceiling and hung down my body.

Nan Jingcheng sucked her full lips and kissed her deeply.

Meng Fuyou grasped the silk thread hanging irregularly by her hand, until the back of her hand showed clear bone marks.

Then at a certain uncontrollable moment, several red cards in hand lit up alternately, flickering on and off, and will not come out.

Meng Fuyou heard the birdsong, her eyes were flushed, and she saw the flapping birds fluttering under the ceiling covered with silk threads.

Those were two piercing larks summoned out of control by her, intertwined, not knowing whether they were fighting or playing, chirping and screaming loudly.

The concept of time was blurred, and Meng Fuyou didn't know exactly how long it had passed. The Skylark squatted quietly on the silk thread above, but there were not many places to stay.

Because the master who can wrap the gold wire around the finger-shooting auger is at his fingertips, it is the first time to tie the coiled wire.

Nan Jingcheng caressed the back of the person in his arms comfortingly, "Take you to take a bath, how do you untie this?" He hooked the silk threads all over her body with his fingers.

"...Huh?" Meng Fuyou's voice was so hoarse that it was unbelievable, and she lay on his shoulder with a whimper, but she still hadn't recovered, and said in a daze, "I don't know..."

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized that his body was full of coils, and he could recall it directly with a flick of a finger.

Nan Jingcheng put her into the bathtub, the warm water relieved the fatigue of her body, Meng Fuyou asked lazily: "What time is it?"

"It's past eight o'clock." The man's voice was sated, "I'll go to the restaurant to get some food when I get up later. What do you want?"

Meng Fuyou: "It's fine, I'm so hungry."

The pansi and skylark in the room had been taken back by Meng Fuyou, the bed was replaced with new sheets, and the two sat on the edge of the sofa in the bedroom to have dinner.

Meng Fuyou sat cross-legged on the carpet, and there was a large tray on the coffee table, which contained all kinds of delicacies. Nan Jingcheng also brought her a cup of poplar nectar with ice cream for dessert.

"So what's the solution you just said?" Meng Fuyou asked him with a spoon in her mouth. Although the previous conversation was interrupted by this super long episode, she still remembered this episode. It took so long to not listen. .

"You still remember." Nan Jingcheng laughed, "It depends on whether the second person among the thirteen people will be injured tomorrow."

If the evil card has a purple card 'self-healing', it's fine for him to heal his wounds secretly, and there is no need to arouse suspicion. self-healing'.

At night, when twelve o'clock came, everyone was forced to fall asleep by the rules.

Meng Fuyou got the message from the bell ringer in his sleep: there is an empathetic person between No. [-] and No. [-].

At seven o'clock, she woke up on the bed in her room on time.

Even though Meng Fuyou slept directly in Nan Jingcheng's room at twelve o'clock last night, when she woke up in the morning, she was automatically sent back to her room by the rules.

At 07:30, the puppet deacon rang the elevator bell.

"The morning discussion is about to begin." The doll deacon handed her a blank envelope and a pen, "You will have 3 minutes to write down any information you want to announce to other players, and the content will be announced in the morning Discussions are published anonymously."

After 3 minutes, the puppet deacon took away the envelope and put it inside the clothes from the collar, and then brought Meng Fuyou into the elevator, but instead of going up as before, he took her back to the lobby on the first floor among.

The gate of the castle was closed tightly, as was the door of the restaurant. Meng Fuyou glanced up after getting out of the elevator, and at the end of the escalating stairs, the first door on the second floor was also closed.

After all thirteen people entered the hall and the last elevator door closed, the first floor of the castle completely became a closed space.

Countless cloud-shaped dumplings were scattered randomly, and the black, long, straight princess cut her legs gracefully, sitting on one of them, her figure was exquisite, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a very reserved voice, "It's time to start."

Thirteen identical puppet deacons stood quietly in front of their respective elevators. Suddenly, several strips of light fell from the sky to the ground in the open space in the middle of the hall. Each strip was about one meter wide. There were thirteen strips in total. The loops around the width of a fist are connected to form a large circle.

Meng Fuyou glanced up, there was no projector on the top wall, and these bands of light appeared out of thin air.

After a few seconds, the content began to slowly emerge on the light strip. The first thing that appeared was the Arabic numerals on the top, as soon as it reached No. 13, and then the words that appeared in the middle, each strip was different.

Meng Fuyou found what she had just written in the envelope on the light tape of NO.11.

In other words, the information of the first night is being released in this anonymous way.

She looked in the direction in turn.

The thief in position one has three hidden cards in this field.

No. [-] is sympathetic, and the information he got on the first night is: one or three on the left and right play a fierce card.

Magician at position three, the information on the first night is that the vicious cards in this game include poisonous snakes.

Aphasia in the fourth position.

Guardian of number five.

Believers of number six.

No. [-] is an astrologer, No. [-] and No. [-] have no evil spirits.

Wizard number eight.

Nine saints.

The inventor at the tenth position, the information on the first night is that the evil spirits are among the six cards No. [-] to No. [-] on the left half.

NO.11 The person who rings the bell, two or three out of empathy.

NO.12 Saints.

NO.13 holy gun.

While turning, Meng Fuyou looked at the status of other people. Now everyone has to turn to read the information, so that they can distinguish who is injured very well.

The little Japanese guy was still limping, not much better than yesterday.

Huo Xiao and Nan Jingcheng came to look for her after reading the message, and the three of them found a bigger cloud dumpling to lean against. Huo Xiao whispered to them, "During dinner last night, I found that the man in the black suit had injured his left arm. He is able to move but has little strength, and looks quite serious, he basically uses his right hand to hold things, even though the left hand is more convenient, he has to turn around and use the right hand."

The injury from being dropped may not be limited to the legs, and it may not necessarily be the arm that landed first.

Huo Xiao had been waiting for Nan Jingcheng and Meng Fuyou to come down from dinner last night, wanting to exchange ideas, but the two of them couldn't come down after waiting. Huo Xiao thought that it would be the same tomorrow anyway, so he went back by himself after dinner room.

Meng Fuyou asked Huo Xiao: "Do you want to use your own identity card for the nomination?"

"Yes." Huo Xiao nodded and said: "The nomination rules on the ninth floor are like this. Each person has only one chance to nominate once a day, and both the nominator and the nominee will directly display their numbers, but the follower can remain anonymous. Because the risk is borne by the young bird."

"What risk, the risk of dream killing?" Meng Fuyou asked with raised eyebrows.

"That's right, evil spirits are not kidding around. There are three golds and six purples in the card slot. Although I don't know if there is a limit on the number of red, blue and white, but even if there is a limit, the number must be very large. I have seen it before. One evil spirit summoned a hundred golden-winged snakes at the same time." Huo Xiao seriously educated Meng Fuyou about the dangers of the nine layers.

Huo Xiao glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said: "The morning discussion is limited to one hour. Once the time is up, if no one is nominated to be eliminated, the game will randomly draw a number to be eliminated. Generally speaking, the first four 10 minutes It's time for everyone to think and discuss, and the next 10 minutes will be reserved for nominations and voting."

"Oh." Meng Fuyou didn't hear a few words of all the exhortations that Huo Xiao said. The risk of dream killing is really not a serious thing for her. After oh, Meng Fuyou said casually: "Then Let's look at the card first."

She tucked the ID card in her pocket between her fingers, threw it up and caught it, then turned her head and snapped her fingers at the puppet deacon, attracting the other party's attention, and then said, "I want to nominate."

She pointed to the Japanese brother opposite, "He is the only one."

The author says:

Calvin is really more uncomfortable than the powder on my face, today's efficiency is so low [cover face]