This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 1504 Death List (17)

  The boy raised his hand, put it on his forehead, and moved his long legs to rest on the sofa, with one leg slightly bent.

   Because of this action, more blood oozes from his abdomen.

  But the boy's complexion didn't change, as if he didn't feel any pain.

   Finally, the young man tilted his head, his beautiful eyes twitched slightly, his lips opened slightly, and a few seconds later, a voice sounded: "What are you staring at me for?"

   Cold and impatient.

  Chuzheng: "Let me see when you can lose too much blood and die."

  Simus: "..."

  Simu's slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on his abdomen.

   A few seconds later, the young man raised his eyes and looked straight into Chuzheng's pupils: "Otherwise you will give me a knife, it will be faster."

"OK."

   Chuzheng answered quickly.

   She turned her wrist, and the machete appeared in her hand.

  The knife swayed from the top of Simu's head to his feet: "Where do you want to cut?"

   "Look at the slash." The boy closed his eyes impatiently, with a stance of letting you go.

  Chop and chop! !

  Meeting all the requirements of the Good Man Card is what I should do!

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   [Congratulations to Miss Sister for completing the first rewind of this plane, reading the file...]

   Chuzheng put the knife on the table next to it, and made a 'smack'.

   The boy's eyelashes trembled, but he still didn't open it.

   For a few seconds, he heard the sound of the chair moving, and then the hand on his stomach was taken away.

  Simu's eyelids opened slightly.

   In line of sight, the girl lowered her head and lifted off his clothes, without the slightest expression on her face, and her movements were not gentle.

  Simus closed his eyes again.

  The wound on Simu's abdomen seemed to be directly pierced by something, and then brought out, it looked a little scary.

   But Chuzheng treated him like this, he didn't see any pain, he lay there as usual, and finally fell asleep...

   Chuzheng: "..."

   Good gas!

   Chuzheng treated Simu's wound, got up and sat back on the chair.

   After a moment, she got up again and groped on Simu.

   As soon as she touched her chest, the boy opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

"what are you doing?"

   "Did you take something in that secret room?" Chuzheng asked calmly.

   "Yes." The boy brushed away her hand and said impatiently, "I threw it away."

  “…”

   Chuzheng was flicked away, his fingertips crushed him, resisting the urge to kill him.

   She glanced at Simu's hair, pressed her paw down immediately, and rubbed it twice before Simu didn't respond.

   The fluffy plush feels cool to the touch!

   Touch it for a while, and keep touching it all the time.

  Chuzheng's small expression was serious and he could feel it.

  Simu was startled to realize that he had been touched on the head, and his expression was obviously ugly.

   The impatience in his eyes almost overflowed, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go!"

   Chuzheng retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, sat back on the chair, Erlang's legs twitched: "What?"

  Simus: "..."

  Simu's hair was rubbed in a mess, frowning at Chuzheng, this girl...

   "What do you see me doing?" Chu Zheng said: "I ask you, what is that?"

  Simus said angrily, "Diary."

   "Written what?"

"Can not remember."

  Simu closed his eyes after he finished speaking and put his hand on his forehead, preventing Chuzheng from moving his hands and feet again.

  Chuzheng stared at him for a while, took out the clothes suitable for Simu from the space, and threw it directly on the sofa.

   "Get dressed."

  Simu was covered with a coat, and he pulled down to take a look.

   The pretty peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

  Where did she get the clothes? -

   Chuzheng looked at the room, there was a window, and the light in the room came in from the window.

   Chuzheng walked to the window and looked outside.

   This is not the building she went in. Looking out the window, it turned out to be a gray boundary, which is close to the edge of the dungeon map.

  Chuzheng turned his head and asked Simu, "How did we get here?"

  Simu didn't answer. He lay on the sofa and didn't change his clothes. He seemed to be about to fall asleep peacefully.

   "Ask you." Chuzheng walked over and kicked off the sofa.

   The boy's eyebrows moved on the sofa, and he opened his eyes after a long while, with Chuzheng's appearance reflected in his eyes: "That's how you treat your savior?"

   "What kind of life saver are you?"

  Simus: "If I didn't pull you before, you'd be dead now."

   "If you don't pull me, I won't die." How could the boss die so easily, you weak chicken need someone to save you.

  Simus choked: "That's my nosy."

   Chuzheng nodded: "I still have self-knowledge."

  “…”

  Chuzheng continued: "Forget it, you were locked there before, and I let you out. Even if you rescued me just now, we'd be even."

  Simus: "..."

  Simu didn't want to talk to Chuzheng, he turned over, but still explained one sentence.

   "Prop cards can be teleported over a certain distance, don't bother me anymore."

   Chuzheng turned him over against his shoulders.

   "It's me who is the trouble with the pressure and bleeding from the wound, don't make trouble for me."

   Chuzheng blocked what he was about to say before Ximu could speak.

   Chuzheng didn't bother him anymore and let him rest first.

   During Simu's break, Chuzheng looked around.

  There are zombies wandering outside, but this building seems to be isolated, zombies can only wander outside, and there is not a single zombie inside.

   In other words, it is temporarily safe here.

  Simus slept for three hours.

   When he woke up, it was dark outside.

   This candle was lit in the room, and the warm yellow light cast a halo around his body.

  Simus sat up on the sofa. He took the clean clothes next to him and replaced the **** ones. He didn't change the school uniform jacket.

"what time is it?"

   Chuzheng sat on the other side of the room, heard Simu's voice, and answered in a mild manner.

   "I don't know, I don't have a watch."

  Simus sat on the sofa and looked at the window.

   "What happened to that Yang Yuanhang?"

  Simu withdrew his gaze and lay back on the sofa.

   "Red player."

"what?"

  Simus didn't bother to explain: "You don't understand it."

   Chu Zheng's face did not change: "If you say it, I will understand."

  Simu glanced at her sideways, and after a while, he said impatiently: "Every round of the game, he kills all players to clear the level. After ten consecutive rounds, he will be designated as a red player."

  Reaper players need to kill all players.

   But who would be so unlucky to win the death player every round?

   So choose to kill all players in each round of the game to clear the level, definitely not forced.

  After ten rounds, such players will be regarded as 'hunting objects' by the game rules.

  These hunting missions will be sent to different high-end players...that is, players like Ximu and Ji Youtang.

   Hunting such players can directly exchange for 360 days of rest time.

   There is no need for points, it is directly converted into time.

   But these players are dangerous...

   This kind of player will also get a chance to draw a lottery every time he kills a dungeon to clear the level.

   But the things they draw are different from the players who normally clear the level. They are more dangerous and more powerful.

   Don't talk about human fairness with games.

   The theme of this game is survival.

   (end of this chapter)