0p0 Chapter 150: The Duke is a fishing beauty (26)
Chapter 150: The Duke is a fishing beauty (26)
Ji's sudden confession stunned the usually calm and composed Quan Si for a long time.
But the imaginary coercion did not come. The man looked at him, his eyes filled with dark emotions, but when the words came to his lips, they rolled back and forth like wheels. Thousands of words finally turned into just one short sentence:
"I won't force it. When the day comes that you are truly attracted to me, even for just a moment, I will be satisfied." After saying this, Ji silently looked away and put down the hand that was touching Quan Si's neck.
But...will he really be satisfied?
Humans are the product of greed.
So why isn't he?
You will definitely want more overt love from the other person.
But love is restraint. He only hopes to put Quan Si's feelings first if the other party can be truly happy.
Then he has no regrets.
"I'll think about it carefully," Quan Si looked at him, "It's a bit sudden, I need time to digest it."
The atmosphere between the two people was too subtle.
When it comes to completing tasks and clearing levels, he is good at it.
But when it comes to love, Quan Si knows nothing.
"I understand." Ji turned his face away.
So he fully respects the other party's choice.
Quan Si looked at him, "Why are your ears red?"
He reached out and touched Ji's ear with his fingertips.
The man's body was slightly stiff, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.
He pursed his lips slightly and did not answer.
Seeing this, Quan Si didn't say anything else.
Silence spread between the two.
In this game full of death and killing, survival subconsciously becomes the first thing people consider, and Quan Si has never thought about matters of love.
It's not easy to live.
If something really happens one day, it will not be good for your partner.
The dead will punish the living.
Because he will retain the memories of when they were together, and his feelings about the relationship are real.
The feeling of my heart beating in resonance with this will never be forgotten.
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The day to the end of the second level is getting closer and closer.
The players who were lucky enough to survive lived in fear every day, just hoping to survive the remaining few days.
They try to keep a low profile as much as possible and make their presence completely transparent so as not to attract the attention of NPCs.
But...
Who said that only one person would be killed in each ritual?
Because Li Hen had only randomly selected one player for the daily ritual some time ago, most of the remaining players naturally formed a fixed mindset.
But... that's not the case.
Just like tonight's ceremony.
At one o'clock in the morning, a group of players who were being held captive by NPCs gathered in the cafe.
There are both male and female players, but male players still account for the largest number.
Li Hen stood in the center of the crowd. He seemed to be in a very bad mood today, and a strong murderous intent spread all over his body.
Quan Si was leaning in the corner as usual, with Ji who was equally silent beside him.
Ever since Ji openly expressed his love that day, the relationship between the two has become somewhat subtle and indescribable.
Originally it was a simple master-servant relationship, but now it seems to be developing into an ambiguous relationship between lovers.
only...
But the window paper has not been completely broken yet.
Quan Si has been thinking about his feelings towards Ji these days.
It is definitely impossible to say that I have no good feelings towards him at all.
Time flies, and along the way, the two have experienced countless life and death moments together.
In critical moments, Ji always subconsciously protected him behind him. How could he not see such obvious preference?
Besides, his heart is not made of stone.
He has flesh and blood, all seven emotions and six desires.
He still had a favorable impression of her, but it was difficult for him to describe this so-called favorable impression in words now.
It's more like a hazy feeling.
Only he himself understands.
What on earth is he thinking?
My heart seemed to be slowly getting closer to the answer.
The bond between the two had already been formed in the dark, and when they looked back, they were already tightly entangled.
Difficult to cut.
Quan Si also planned to give the other party his final answer when the second level officially ended.
Whether it was a yes or no, he already knew it clearly.
The players had been well behaved before, but today they were particularly agitated.
Presumably, they decided that this bullshit ritual would only kill one player per day, so they started to act recklessly.
A muscular man in a linen vest sneered and looked at Li Hen standing in the middle, mockingly:
"Goblin-sama, how many days will this ritual last? It's quite annoying to do this every day, to be honest."
Li Hen was instructing the little ghost behind him about something. When he heard him say this, he glanced over.
His eyes slowly turned cold, and when he stared at people, they reminded people of a snake spitting out its tongue.
Still that kind of sinister and venomous tongue.
"When is it your turn to talk too much?" Li Hen said coldly, "Who do you think you are?"
He was just in a good mood a few days ago, so he let these useless guys live a few more days.
How come you're now taking advantage of me?
really interesting.
Where do you get the courage and qualifications?
"You...!" The man in the vest couldn't argue with him and could only spit on the ground, "Bah!"
"You are nothing but a monster that is neither human nor ghost. You deserve those scars on your body!"
Seeing Li Hen's expression change, the man in the vest became more and more excited, "You must have done something bad before, right? That's why you are hated so much. How many times did you cut this scar with a knife? If you were really fine, would others stab you with a knife?"
His words brought back a lot of memories to Li Hen's mind.
Those fragmented pieces slowly came together to form a complete event.
Like a movie rewinding, it looped endlessly in his mind, crushing his heart over and over again.
It made him suffer.
In my memory, there are many young men with evil smiles on their faces and sharp daggers in their hands.
Again and again...
Each cut was clearly engraved on his flesh, blood splattered, and those people laughed even more happily.
But he was in so much pain.
It hurts so much that I am numb and can’t breathe.
His internal organs were convulsing with pain, and he eventually faced death.
But what about those people?
Why can perpetrators of violence live in this world with peace of mind?
Just because they have a wealthy family background and the protection of others, can they do whatever they want and commit evil to others?
No.
They deserve to be punished.
Just like now, these hypocritical evil people gather together and should face the judgment on them.
"I know how I got the scars on my body," Li Hen took a deep breath and slowly calmed himself down. "As for you, do you think you are a noble person? In my eyes, you are nothing, okay?"
After saying that, he gave the man in the vest a middle finger.
When Quan Si saw this, a smile unconsciously appeared in his eyes.
He didn't expect that this white-haired NPC had such a side.
It is unexpectedly better than an international friendly gesture.
Ji, who was standing by, saw his eyes slightly bent and his face darkened.
He looked at Li Hen's pretty face, wondering whether he should take advantage of the other party's inattention and bruise him without anyone noticing.
With such a face, he seduced his Lord Duke.
Tsk.
Well, not his yet.
Theodore had just come out of the kitchen, with blood on his apron, probably because he had just killed someone.
He was holding an iron rod in his hand, which was already corroded by blood. It was probably the weapon he used every time he killed someone.
He first took a look at the situation on the scene, then glanced at the ground.
It was just a casual glance, but when he saw the saliva on the ground, he stopped in his tracks.
"Who did it?" Theodore smiled and said, "Confess and you will be treated leniently."
The man in the vest was already feeling very annoyed because he couldn't win the argument with Li Hen, and now that Theodore showed up, he felt even more annoyed.
Unable to suppress his anger, the man in the vest yelled at the top of his voice, "What's wrong with me vomiting?! How expensive do you think your coffee shop is? The coffee you make every day is terrible. If it wasn't the closest, do you think I would want to come to your coffee shop?"
Theodore restrained his smile and walked to the front of the man in the vest with a few big strides. "Say it again."
His tone was very calm.
The man in the vest spat again, and this time, directly at Theodore.
In an instant, I saw that the hem of his apron, in addition to the blood that was previously stained, was now covered with a mouthful of foul-smelling saliva.
Very disgusting.
The man in the vest was still laughing, but the next moment, accompanied by a gust of wind, he felt a violent buzzing sound on his forehead.
Theodore swung the iron rod in his hand very quickly, like hitting a baseball, and hit the vest man on the temple.
And his head exploded almost immediately.
Two eyeballs rolled to the ground, and the sticky brain matter was all over the ground.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the man in the vest was still intact, only his head was...
The upper half of his face was a bloody mess.
Such an extremely bloody scene made the players present tremble uncontrollably.
Their hair stood on end, and some female players were so scared that they burst into tears.
"Oh," Li Hen sighed, "You stole my limelight, Theodore. I should be the one to kill this idiot."
Theodore sighed and did not answer him. "Tell your men to clean up the scene."
"Ok, I know."
The players closest to Li Hen quickly rolled and crawled to hug his legs, begging him to give them a chance to survive.
"Sir, we are different from that ignorant fellow!" a middle-aged man begged, "Please don't kill me!"
"Oh..." Li Hen tried to break free from their restraints, but several people hugged him at once, making it difficult for him to move.
He sighed lightly, with a fierce look between his eyebrows, "I didn't want to kill too many people, but you forced me to do it."
As the saying goes, if you don't seek death, you won't die.
If the man in the vest had passed the second level honestly, he would not have ended up like this.
The next second, the body of the handsome white-haired man gradually became blurred.
Instead, tentacles suddenly grew out, and the body became sticky and turned into a deep black color.
His body was covered in slime and his face became hideous.
This is the transformation from human form to monster form.
The arrival of this form also indicates that he will go on a killing spree.
Sure enough, within a few seconds, the player closest to him was killed.
His body was cut into two pieces by the tentacles, and his upper body was stuffed directly into the monster's bloody mouth.
The little monsters behind them began to laugh and party, and also grabbed the players who were closer to them and started to feast on them.
For a moment, screams rang out one after another in the cafe.
Broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, blood flowed like a river, and this place became a hell on earth.
Quan Si looked at the grand massacre in front of him with an expressionless face, without even frowning.
Based on his physiognomy, he discovered that these dead people had one thing in common.
That is, they were all people who actively committed violence.
Either it is school bullying of classmates, or violence against lovers and relatives at home, which is domestic violence.
There are some...and so on and so forth, all of which are violent.
There is no doubt that they are extremely hypocritical and bad people.
Pretending to be a good person who seems to be kind, but actually doing all kinds of bad things behind the scenes.
They don't deserve to live in this world.
Because the souls of those victims who died in their hands before cannot rest in peace.
However, some victims have so much resentment in their hearts that it is difficult for them to be successfully reincarnated, so they choose to stay.
They stayed in this game and turned into NPCs with scary appearances, waiting for the arrival of those who had committed violence.
Waiting for the roles to be reversed and the status to be changed, so that the bad guys who once harmed others will also have a taste of being harmed.
Some players are mid- to high-level officials. Seeing others falling into trouble one after another, they would not choose to sit and wait for death.
Therefore, they quickly activated their skills, and some of those who were relatively agile struggled to break free from their restraints and ran towards the entrance of the cafe.
A few little monsters couldn't withstand their skills, and in just a few seconds, they seized the opportunity and fled frantically.
But when he reached the door, he didn't have time to rejoice.
Then I found that there were two ghost NPCs standing at the door who had been waiting there.
There was a crisp clicking sound, and Quan Si looked towards the source of the sound.
He saw the two figures at the door at a glance.
One was completely prostrate on the ground, while the other was tall and slender.
These two are the two NPCs who have been following Quan Si in the first level.
Fingerless monster and nightmare monster.
The two NPCs smiled at each other, "It seems that the cooperation is still very good."
I saw that the man who was rushing in the front had his head separated from his body, and his head rolled in the other direction like a ball.
They pushed open the door of the cafe and quickly dealt with the few people who were trying to escape in just a few seconds.
The Nightmare Monster looked around and smiled slightly, "Li Hen is still the same, a madman who kills without blinking an eye."
"You too, aren't you?" The Fingerless Monster rolled his eyes. "Neither of us are good guys."
Unexpectedly, the nightmare monster stopped moving.
The Fingerless Monster was puzzled and looked in the direction he was looking.
And within sight was a silver-haired man wearing a blood-red windbreaker.
It was the Duke whom they had been following madly before!