Yin Qi didn't know what normal people's reaction should be when they saw this super-large clay figurine.

But at least, he can be sure that it is definitely not Kou Dong, who calmly holds the other party's head and evaluates the other party's discoloration.

Is this what a man can say? !

But the clay figurine seemed very anxious after hearing this. The two huge, round black eyes came closer, and were close to Kou Dong's hand.

That gesture out of place reminded Yin Qi of a dog.

The next second, another huge clay figurine leaned down towards them, roughly holding them all in the palm of their hands and stuffing them into their pockets.

Several people were dizzy and fell inside, only to hear a slight exclamation from inside. The long-haired girls were also inside, sitting with their knees crossed, and when they saw them coming in, they were even more excited than they were.

With a posture of meeting old friends in a foreign land, he almost had tears in his eyes, and asked repeatedly:

"You are here too?"

"What about the rest?"

"Why just a few of you?"

Before Song Hong could answer, he heard a few wailing from above - the players who were hiding in the coffins were also dug out one by one, the clay figurine was too easy to dig them out, like digging out an ant hole, digging out ants one by one . Players fell into their pockets one by one, trembling all over, almost like a sieve. They still couldn't believe that they fell into the hands of NPCs so easily.

Song Hong counted them one by one and found that there were still people who had not come in.

What was missing was that Tao.

"What about others?"

The short-haired girl resisted the disgusting feeling she had just fallen from the sky, and replied, "He shouldn't have been caught."

The faces of the players who were gray and defeated all had an irresistible look of envy. A strong man spit and said angrily: "He must have other means of saving his life! Just now he shouted that he was going to enter the coffin, but he was alone..."

As he spoke, he began to swear, with all kinds of swear words in his ears, obviously not satisfied with Brother Tao's escape alone.

"Damn, the ghost knows what he's fighting, maybe it's intentional to let us take the initiative to die!"

Although no one expressed their approval loudly, the signs of approval were clearly visible on everyone's face, and someone whispered, "He was the first to ask us to report the number, will he lie to us?"

He looked at the expressions of the others and added, "He may be number 12 himself..."

The corner of Song Hong's mouth couldn't help twitching, this is pure nonsense. Brother Tao's coffin hasn't moved, how can the number be hidden? Wouldn't it be obvious at a glance?

A veteran like him still needs to rely on this honesty to gain goodwill, and he doesn't need to tell such a lie that can be broken with a poke.

But what people urgently need now is such a high-sounding excuse, and there is no need to verify the authenticity and immediately condemn it. It wasn't until the clay figurine impatiently slapped his pocket that the place where they were sitting trembled with great strength, which made the player stop talking.

The small place was crooked, people were next to each other, and the air was a little shy.

The shock brought shock, a burning pain.

The strong man looked left and right, and realized that something was wrong. He pointed at Song Hong: "Where is the other one of you?"

Song Hong raised his eyebrows.

"Don't play stupid!" The strong man gritted his teeth with hatred for all the special treatment at the moment, "You have one less—there are only four here!"

He looked at them one by one and rolled his eyes.

"What about the one like the girls?"

Before he could say these words, the strong man received a heavy slap on the back of the head, causing his entire head to buzz.

"What are you..."

It was Ye Yanzhi who beat him, and his expression was very cold. The strong man looked at his unsmiling eyes, and actually gave birth to a little fear - the sense of oppression this man brought him was no weaker than these giant NPCs.

He's not a fool, he's not a tough guy, he's just still abusive, "Where are the others?"

Some people know this, and replied in a low voice: "I saw it when I came in just now. The man's clay figurine is holding him."

"Hold in both hands."

It's like holding a fragile porcelain, cautiously, looking at the posture, as if afraid of being bumped.

The strong man was even more uneasy.

"Damn, we're all here, and he's still being held..."

Song Hongxin said that holding it is nothing, it's not that you haven't seen the movement that came out of the nest before, it's really a fuss.

He stopped talking nonsense, stood up first, and tried to look out on tiptoe.

The pockets are deep enough to not reach the edges.

Song Hong patted the little girl and motioned her to ride on his shoulders. Axue is light, and his body is flexible, his eyes are fast and his hands are fast grasping the edge, looking out.

She first confirmed that Kou Dong was safe and sound, and then looked at the broken temple.

The ruined temple was quiet, without the slightest sound. The clay people didn't leave either, standing there, as if they were waiting for something.

What are they waiting for?

This question flickered in A Xue's heart, and then pondered slightly. While pondering, she forgot to control her strength, and Song Hong, who was underneath, was hurt by her suddenly tightened legs, and couldn't help hissing.

"I'm going to pinch your brother to death—"

The little girl said coldly, "Be quiet."

The snow started falling again.

Some players followed their example and stuck their heads out of their pockets. They looked in the direction of the broken temple together and waited for a long time.

The accident happened in a blink of an eye.

When he saw the ghost fire burning from the edge of the ruined temple, A Xue almost thought that he was dazzled by the white snow. Dark flames shot up along the wall, crackling the wood, and black smoke billowing upwards.

The line of sight gradually became curved, and the ruined temple, which was not very flat, seemed to be curved, and it was raging on fire.

There was smoke above, fire below, and the walls bent.

At this moment, this scene is somewhat absurd and weird. From A Xue's current height, it looks like...

"changed!"

The face of the player who was also lifted changed greatly, his heart trembled, and he lost his voice, "It's like a mouthful-"

like a pot.

The top of the temple is the pot cover, which covers the ingredients inside.

The player's teeth were chattering, if they hadn't been pulled out just now, they would be stewed now.

Brother Tao, who is still dreaming of Spring and Autumn Dreams, is simmering in the pot. He thought that everything was safe, and he just didn't take out a lot to verify his thoughts. He just lay quietly in the coffin, thinking in his heart that a few more people would die outside this time.

But there is no problem left or right, he will be the last one anyway.

It's ridiculous that the tall man is now being kept in the dark, and he doesn't know that he has changed the order with him.

His fingers couldn't help tapping on the coffin, the whole person relaxed and slowly listened to the movement outside.

"Whee……"

someone is laughing.

Brother Tao's heart suddenly tightened, and then he turned his head in the dark coffin and tried to see, but saw nothing. The laughter was clearer, as if speaking into his nose right in front of his eyes. The coffin was cloudy and cold, and goosebumps suddenly jumped up from the back, spreading out densely.

"Whee."

Child voice.

"It's you...it's your turn."

"Come out to play?"

Tao's hands were shaking. He couldn't lift it for a long time, but another pair of strong hands clenched the sharp axe and split the lid of the coffin above him.

Sawdust scattered, and he couldn't help but scream briefly.

The axe-wielding man in the door bowed his head to him, his long greasy, seaweed-like hair touching his face. There were many fruits beside him, all lying on the edge of the coffin, looking at him.

"……Do not."

Brother Tao swallowed slowly, his voice low.

What went wrong?

He's number twelve - no, he should be number twelve!

"no no……"

"It's your turn."

The fruit laughed.

"It's your turn to make the soup."

The man raised his axe high and dutifully chopped the staple food into pieces. The temple gradually exudes a strange fragrance, which is a bit fishy. Players who have smelled it have throbbing throats, pantothenic acid in their stomachs, and can't help nauseating.

It was exactly the soup they smelled inside the door.

At the same time, the clay people finally had enough of this scene, and strode forward - the player who was looking outwards fell back into his pocket again, with lingering fears, smelling the aroma of this companion's flesh and blood without saying a word .

The people inside the temple died, and the people outside the temple lived.

Guessing is totally wrong.

Ye Yanzhi didn't care about this, his face was cold, and he cared about another thing entirely, "How long is he going to hold people up?"

Song Hong: "..."

No, this is also going to be a riot.

This big guy started a rage, and that was going to happen!

He hurriedly bumped into A Xue beside him, motioning her to speak. A Xue lived up to expectations and said calmly, "You don't need to be squeezed outside, and you don't need to smell this stinky smell."

The player who had urinated his pants immediately flushed red and squeezed his legs together.

Ye Yanzhi's face was cloudy when he heard this, but he didn't panic. What Song Hong admires for A Xue is the five-body throwing on the ground. She can disintegrate in an instant in such a crisis. It can be said that she is quite sensitive.

It can be called a mobile fire extinguisher among the dead.

They didn't know how long the clay figurine had been walking, and two of them were injured while shaking because of the too large a step. When they finally stopped, they were pulled out again by the big hand and stuffed into a cave.

A few people were squeezed out, and they were roughly put in again, and they fell into one place in embarrassment. They didn't dare to tell people to be careful. After all, they weren't facing people, maybe they were so powerful?

When he looked again, the clay figurine slowly flattened his palm, gently touched the young man's clothes with one finger, and patted off a little snowflake on his head. With that strength, not even an ant will die.

Player: "..."

Come on, it turns out to be light-handed, huh?

The clay figurine didn't rush, and let Kou Dong slowly walk above, step by step to the cave. The two clay figurines, with four eyes, watched eagerly at the entrance of the cave, as if humans were watching their own hamsters climb a shelf.

The hamsters finally got in, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

At the end, the clay figurine groped for some unknown place, pulled out another piece of dark fabric, and wrapped Kou Dong's entire body with two fingers, from the neck to the feet.

It seemed that he was afraid of catching a cold.

The player who watched this operation helplessly: "..."

Damn, if it wasn't for partiality, ghosts wouldn't believe it!

Kou Dong was wrapped in cloth like a silkworm baby, and sat down near the entrance of the cave. He noticed that everyone was looking at him, his eyes blinked, as if he was still a little puzzled, "What?"

Everyone said in their hearts, what else can they do, let's see who is the character who is so biased by the NPC...

How exactly?

Kou Dong looked up and thought for a while, but answered without hesitation, "I'm handsome."

If this was put on hold, a player would have secretly slandered him as being ill. But at this moment, the players are all stunned by the stark contrast of the former, and they have a little self-doubt for a while, do you think so? Is it really because the game is so good, that I especially prefer people with this appearance?

Then if they can get out alive, they can try plastic surgery...

Kou Dong, who was the origin, didn't know that he was about to become a plastic surgery template, so he naturally gathered with his friends and let out a sigh of relief.

"call."

There was also a thin voice in the pocket: "Huh..."

Kou Dong: "???"

He suddenly remembered something, touched it in his pocket, and sure enough he touched a fruit. Guo Zi was quiet and well-behaved, leaning closer to his hand.

Kou Dong glanced at the big cub quickly, and seeing that he was not paying attention, he immediately touched the little cub's head like a thief.

Ah... cool!

He still wants to be a father! ! !

There was no fire box in the cave, and a group of people could only curl up and lean against one place to barely keep warm. It wasn't the idea that no one beat Kou Dong's quilt, but he only dared to have this idea, but no one dared to move, for fear that the clay figurine would give him a head start. Kou Dong gave Ye Yanzhi half of the cloth, and Ye Yanzhi stood aside, disgusting everything about the NPC, and did not move for a long time.

"Come on," Kou Dong greeted him, "Be careful of freezing!"

Ye Yanzhi looked at his outstretched hand.

Kind of like yelling at people in bed.

The thought made him feel better, and he leaned on it. The two were close to each other, listening to the snow rustling outside and talking in a low voice.

The key to the dungeon is to unravel the ghost baby's heart, but the worst thing is that they haven't touched the core of the story yet, and have been spinning on the edge.

Ye Yanzhi: "It's all about you anyway."

Kou Dong struggled: "But I can't have a baby myself. Where did the ghost baby come from?"

Ye Yanzhi sneered: "You always wanted to be a dad."

Kou Dong couldn't refute, he was really keen on being a father. But the game can't just create a ghost baby to scare him for this idea, right?

Is it to educate him about family planning?

"Who knows?" Ye Yanzhi was expressionless, "Maybe it was you who abandoned your husband and child."

Kou Dong: "...don't talk nonsense!"

Where did the husband come from, and also, what the hell!

He is innocent, not that kind of person at all!

He retorted fiercely, and the young man stopped talking. After being silent for a while, his voice was a little hoarse, "What are you touching?"

Kou Dong was actually sneaking up on his youngest son, he didn't dare to tell him, and whispered, "No."

The young man opened his eyes.

He was going to rest, but Kou Dong was so close to him, and he was restless, and there were many hot sparks from the quilt.

"Be honest," he said in a low voice.

Kou Dong was in a hurry at the moment, and Guo Zixu was just happy to be touched by him, and was desperately trying to jump out of his pocket. His palms were pressing against the younger son, who was jumping out like a pinball, while he had to deal with the eldest son, who had a strong desire for monopoly, trying to control the range of his movements, "No, I didn't move."

The movement is silent, because they are far away from other people, and no one cares. Ye Yanzhi pursed his lips, and finally felt a little suspicious, and touched his hand, "What are you doing?"

Kou Dong looked like a frightened bird, and almost jumped up with his younger son, trying to hide it: "No!"

The more he reacted, the more suspicious Ye Yanzhi became. The two long legs parted and held him tightly.

"let me see."

Old Kou's father struggled desperately, "No way!"

Ye Yanzhi's face became cold, and he groped along his arm without saying a word. Kou Dong hurriedly let go of his hand, and the second son, who was freed from confinement, began to jump from side to side under the quilt, jumping on his lap, and Kou Dong almost screamed.

His legs trembled unconsciously, and Ye Yanzhi felt it. With a solemn face, the young man touched the place, and touched something smooth and round.

Right between the legs.

"...?"

Ye Yanzhi's expression was a little weird.

Get in touch with the flutter just now...

"Want to take a break?"

Kou Dong didn't understand how his brain circuit came to this, the whole person was hot because of his guilty conscience, and he was trembling, "Huh?"

Ye Yanzhi touched his unusual temperature, lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

After a long while, he said calmly, "I can help."

Kou Dong looked confused, and the question marks in his mind surged into an ocean.

……help?

In the next second, he was completely shocked - what the hell is this going to do, he hurriedly held down the man's hand, and said incredulously, "There are still people here!"

He knew that he was very attractive and that Ye Yanzhi had a crush on him, but, but...

But anyway, it shouldn't be this kind of place!

What was Ye Yanzhi thinking?

The gourd baby fights the snake spirit, and he can't look at a cave and go up there without seeing anyone!

Ye Yanzhi's reaction was even weirder, "Didn't you think?"

Kou Dong stared at him with big eyes.

Thinking what?

Who really thought about it?

He tightened his pants, feeling sad and angry in his heart, "Hurry up!"

In broad daylight, there is such a filthy thing!

Ye Yanzhi finally felt something wrong from his reaction.

What he encountered was not what he thought, it was...

The fruit that had just been honest for two seconds started to jump again, this time rubbing against Ye Yanzhi's hand. Ye Yanzhi held it down, and after figuring out the shape, black energy gradually began to radiate from his body.

- Still a second child.

Kou Dong actually brought it out.

Vinegar bottles, vinegar jars, and vinegar urns were all overturned at the moment, and a sea of ​​vinegar poured out. Ye Yanzhi, who was soaked in vinegar and sour, carried his younger brother, who had no hands and feet, and asked his irresponsible father in a cold voice, "What's going on?"

Kou Dong: "..."

Alas, Ye Yanzhi's posture is very similar to seeing an illegitimate child in those dog-blood TV dramas.

"You still keep him," Ye Yanzhi sneered, "do you know whose child it is?"

- Who else could it be?

It's on a tree!

Kou Dong felt that his cub might also be sour and a little confused.He whispered, "He doesn't have a dad anyway—"

As soon as his voice fell, Guozi turned into a fat child in his arms, opened his mouth and shouted at him in a soft voice: "Dad! Daddy!"

After breaking away from the broken temple, it is much more sensitive than before, and it can speak its words.

Kou Dong's temple jumped.

This unlucky boy really picks his time.

What's even worse is that the child then held his hand affectionately, opened his mouth and said, "Daddy, let's go to Big Daddy!"

Kou Dong: "..."

Kou Dong: "...???"

He no longer dared to look at Ye Yanzhi's expression, who suddenly had his head on the grassland next to him, and only thought in shock: "Fuck, what he took was really a script of abandoning the husband and the child..."