Incredible Games [Unlimited]

After a pause for a few seconds, Meng Fuyou's throat was a little tense, she opened her mouth, and then slowly said: "This time it was an accident, there will be no next time, don't worry."

Nan Jingcheng took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and didn't want to argue any more when she was weak.

"The train is about to stop at the station in 5 minutes: Sky City, passengers who want to get off the train, please prepare to get off in advance."

When the train started to announce the station, the bottle in Meng Fuyou's hand had also just finished punching. Nan Jingcheng pulled out the needle for her without saying a word, and picked her up horizontally.

Meng Fuyou hadn't recovered yet, she exhaled more air than inhaled, and she was dizzy, so she didn't speak.

There was a weird silence between the two of them, and they returned to the castle without saying a word.

Nan Jingcheng carried her into the elevator, went straight back to his room, put her on the bed, took off her shoes and stuffed her under the quilt, then he pressed the elevator again.

Meng Fuyou lay on the bed, looked at the wall clock, it was already past one in the afternoon, it is estimated that Nan Jingcheng went to get something to eat.

She pursed her lips, remembering the series of questioning by the man on the train just now, and his last disappointed look, she was stunned for a few minutes.

Meng Fuyou touched her chest, and through her chest, she could clearly feel that her heart was beating powerfully, faster than before.

I was still careless, I didn't expect that the emotions at that time were already strong enough to affect the state of that power.

Her curled fingers unconsciously picked a few times on the quilt, a little tangled.

Suddenly, Meng Fuyou felt her heart beat abnormally, almost convulsively, the side effect was that the oxygen became thinner again, and the feeling of suffocation was like being strangled by the throat.

She smoked once when she got off the train just now, but the reaction at that time was not as strong as it is now, she slowly recovered after holding her breath for a few times, and she even hid it from Nan Jingcheng's eyes.

Meng Fuyou adjusted her breathing to calm down, but failed, her breath became more and more unsteady, and her eyes began to spin.

When Nan Jingcheng came back, he was holding a tray in his hand. As soon as the elevator door opened, he saw Meng Fuyou lying at the end of the bed with a twisted quilt wrapped around him. It looked like he had struggled and rolled out of bed.

"Yuyou." Nan Jingcheng hurried forward to help her. Meng Fuyou lowered her head and panted violently. When she raised her head, her eyeballs were already a little congested, with abnormal bloodshot eyes.

Meng Fuyou knew that it was Nan Jingcheng who had returned, and she had no energy left to speak. Once the scarlet power flowing in her heart woke up once, it would be difficult to fall asleep again. Right now, she was making a fuss, and she wanted to break through the shackles and occupy her back. It goes to its original territory.

All the decorations and utensils in the room were vibrating, and the high-frequency collision brought a subtle and long sound, and the scarlet power overflowed the body surface.

Meng Fuyou covered her neck, panting violently twice, Nan Jingcheng reached out to hug her, but Meng Fuyou pushed her with all her strength, and then she rushed into the bathroom as if fleeing, 'bang' He slammed the door shut and locked it.

Meng Fuyou leaned back against the door panel, slid down weakly, and sat on the ground.

She heard the door panel being slammed by the man, and he was calling her name loudly.

"Open the door!" Nan Jingcheng didn't dare to smash the door directly, he knew she was leaning behind him, he was afraid of accidentally hurting her, "Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, your health is important, you open the door!"

The man took a few shots to confirm that it was impossible for Meng Fuyou inside to open the door for him. He summoned the Vientiane traction, carefully distinguishing and feeling the area covered by the traction cage, and after making sure that he completely avoided Meng Fuyou's back, he opened the door completely. Reverse outward violent demolition.

The people inside were close to fainting, and after losing their support, they fell back limply and were caught by Nan Jingcheng.

The body temperature of the person in her arms was abnormally high, but her complexion was pale. After a few hard gasps, she seemed to finally recover in one breath.

This short tens of seconds seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Meng Fuyou's voice was a little weak, and she whispered: "I'm fine, I'll take a nap for a while." Then he fell into a deep sleep.

This time I slept until the sun went down, and the sky full of stars twinkled around the sky city, Meng Fuyou slowly opened her eyes.

There was no light in the room, only the faint light of the stars and the moon came in. She saw Nan Jingcheng sitting on the sofa at the end of the bed, with his hands folded, leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees.

His expression was very calm, and he couldn't see any emotion, but Meng Fuyou could feel that his air pressure was very low.

She had recovered completely, sat up with support, leaned against the head of the bed, cleared her throat, and asked him, "What time is it?"

There was a clock on the wall, but Meng Fuyou didn't know what to use to break the silence, so he could only look for something to talk about first, to test his attitude.

Nan Jingcheng: "It's past eight."

"I slept for a long time." Meng Fuyou touched her nose, and when she was still awake at noon, she checked the time, and it was only past one o'clock at that time.

"Is there still nothing you want to tell me?" the man asked straight to the point.

The moonlight sprinkled on his side, half bathed in the brilliance, half hidden in the darkness, Meng Fuyou clearly saw his Adam's apple move in this slightly dim light, as if he was choking, she felt inexplicably sore.

"Are you sad?" Meng Fuyou looked at him and said.

Nan Jingcheng didn't directly respond to this sentence, and slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, "Let's have a chat."

Meng Fuyou lowered her eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"Who do you think I am for you?"

Nan Jingcheng didn't think about listening to the answer to this question, so he continued without stopping:

"You don't understand the cool-down period between floors, you don't understand the reset rules of the rest area, and I really thought you were just a powerful and talented rookie at first. But you are very familiar with the cards on the upper level of the corridor. Going up, the more excited you are, it's like finally returning to a familiar place."

"It should be said that from the beginning to the end, the only thing you don't understand is the rest area, because you are a person from the castle game, and you are from a place at least higher than the ninth floor."

The man's voice was clear and deep in the quiet environment, Meng Fuyou looked up at him and corrected him: "I'm not human."

Hearing this sentence, Nan Jingcheng felt inexplicably happy in his heart, the tight string seemed to be relieved suddenly.

The gloom surrounding the man dissipated, and he lowered his voice and said, "I know, you are the evil spirit of the high-level."

Meng Fuyou answered again: "The top floor."

Nan Jingcheng raised his lips and smiled, "Look, tell me, it's actually not that difficult."

"You guessed it yourself." Meng Fuyou pursed her lips, saying it with certainty, and glanced at him with an unnatural look in her eyes, "You guessed it a long time ago."

Nan Jingcheng touched her cheek with his fingers as usual, very affectionately, "So now, can we talk? What's wrong with your body?"

"It's not a big problem." Meng Fuyou said, afraid that Nan Jingcheng would feel that she was prevaricating him, and explained: "I was too angry before and subconsciously affected the original power, so... you know, stay behind The child suddenly heard his mother's voice and wanted to come out."

"The red ones that surrounded you before?" Nan Jingcheng thought for a while and couldn't find a suitable adjective, but Meng Fuyou understood.

"Ah."

"Then what will happen if it comes out?" Nan Jingcheng asked with a frown.

"Maybe the body will die. This skin will definitely not be able to withstand my original strength. After death, I will return to my original form and return to the original world." Meng Fuyou said.

Nan Jingcheng was silent for a while, and made a careful note in his heart, not to make her angry in the future, or she would die.

Seeing his solemn expression, Meng Fuyou continued, "But I've already suppressed it, so nothing will happen."

"That's good." After Nan Jingcheng finished speaking, he still felt uneasy, and asked again: "What is the original world?"

"Sura Road."

"Asura Way..." The man had already guessed, but it was just a guess. Now that he really heard it from her mouth, his mood still fluctuated.

He nodded thoughtfully, "So the person you want to find is a player who has entered the Asura Dao?"

First of all, this person can't be her fierce teammate. Nan Jingcheng still remembers that Meng Fuyou went to Jiuzhaigou to look for Yingcao earlier, which means that this person must not be born in the game like her.

Meng Fuyou's expression dimmed, and she simply hummed.

Just when Nan Jingcheng thought that she would not continue this topic, he heard Meng Fuyou say in a low voice: "But I may have already killed him."

In a certain room in the castle, a wealthy young woman stared wide-eyed, shrunk in a corner, and stared at her surroundings vigilantly, with a hint of turmoil. From time to time, when she heard a slight noise, she would scratch her hands inexplicably.

"Hush! Don't make a sound!!" The wealthy young woman hissed her companion next to her, her expression was abnormal.

"Calm down, boss, you're already safe." The man with the moustache in Tang suit helplessly opened his hand covering his mouth.

Hearing this, the wealthy young woman thought hard for a few seconds, and then said thoughtfully: "Yes, she must not be able to beat me, hehehe, good." Then she danced and danced twice.

Looking at her like this, the mustache in Tang suit couldn't help but look sad. Who would have expected that the evil spirit who transformed into a nine-tailed fox and went to attack her was driven mad by the woman's yelling.

"No..." The rich young woman jumped twice and then suddenly stopped, "Her eyes are so big! So red! She is so scary, she is stronger than me, I can't beat her, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"What should I do? How can you be dream-killing like this." The man looked at the wall clock on the wall brokenly. It was already 11:30, and there was still half an hour before the evil spirits would start dream-killing.

"Look at me." The man pulled his companion up, held her face in his hands and said seriously: "Listen, when selecting candidates, avoid the man and the woman, do you hear me? Then go in and kill randomly, see Gods kill gods, ghosts kill ghosts, don't listen to what you say, and you're done."

"It's over!" The woman pushed his hand happily, and ran around the room insanely.

When twelve o'clock came, everyone fell into a deep sleep.

Even with repeated warnings from his companions, the delirious ghost still entered the wrong dream blindfolded.

In the dream, the wealthy young woman happily muttered all the way to the end of her work, bouncing through the fog, and then stopped involuntarily when she saw who was in front of her.

Meng Fuyou stood on a high place, the shadow covered most of her face, she stared at the person below, sneered and said: "I have been in so many people's dreams, this is the first time I was dreamed by others, tsk, Why don't you even know how to cover up your transformation, are you so confident, you think you can kill?"

The wealthy young woman didn't listen to the words at all, she only knew that this man was terrifying, swallowed, and slowly backed away like a child.

"But it's okay if you don't cover it, and I never cover my face." Meng Fuyou smiled very easily, and walked slowly along the edge of the high platform, like a cat with an excellent sense of balance, her fingers spread out like a crescent moon Holding the scimitar in his palm, he said lightly, "Come."

"No, I don't want to fight you, no." The wealthy young woman was frightened by her expression, turned around and ran away.

Meng Fuyou looked at the back of the man who was running away in a hurry, and snorted disdainfully, "As an evil ghost, you are really ashamed."