She carried the gleaming knife on her thin shoulders, and calmly raised her eyes to stare at the lights on the first floor.

"Which one will it be," she asked, "do you know?"

"..." Kou Dong didn't answer. Seeing her state, he vaguely felt bad.

Killing people in the dungeon will certainly not have no effect on the player himself. But looking at the appearance of the little girl, it seems that she has been completely blinded by hatred.

The little girl didn't get an answer, and her eyes were still wandering back and forth in the first floor. Her eyes finally caught something, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"found it."

Kou Dong shuddered at what she said, and looked in her direction. Sure enough, through the window, he saw the scar of the knife standing in the room with a gloomy face and smoking.

A Xue suddenly removed the knife from her shoulder, dragged the huge steel knife with her thin wrist, and walked towards the window step by step.

The tip of the knife slid across the uneven concrete floor, making a stabbing sound.

Song Hong's footsteps moved, as if he had finally reacted, and subconsciously wanted to stop, "You..."

The little girl said coldly, "Get out of the way."

Song Hong was caught by the momentum on her body, and when she turned her toes, she actually gave way to her. A Xue went to the window with the knife covered, and through the transparent glass, she met the knife scar who was standing in the room.

Scar glanced at her, frowned impatiently, and took out the cigarette butt in his mouth, "What?"

He didn't pay any attention to the little girl in front of him. Thin and small, and she looks like a good girl, what can she do with such a look?

"Look again," he said. "Look again, be careful I beat you—"

Before he finished speaking, the little girl in front of him suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth at him and smiled coldly. For some reason, her quiet black eyes suddenly made Scar panic a little bit, it was like stepping into icy pools of water, causing people to shiver.

He vaguely remembered that he had seen such eyes before. At that time, the little girl was nestled in her sick mother's arms and looked at him in this way.

just like

It was as if he was not a living person at all, but a monster with maggots all over his body.

In the next second, the blade is suddenly in front of you!

Scar's pupils suddenly dilated, almost subconsciously staggering back two steps. The knife was held by the little girl with both hands, and smashed heavily on the glass.

Scar was so startled by this action that he couldn't react for a while, but when he recovered, A Xue had already raised the knife again, exhausted all her strength, and smashed the glass a second time.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Scar felt a sudden pain in his face, almost all over his face. He touched it with his hand to know what it was.

- It's actually blood.

In front of this little girl who looked weak, she used that knife to smash the window abruptly.

The scar was standing in the splashing glass ballast, and the exposed skin was burning with pain, and I didn't know how many times I had received on my face and neck. He stared at A Xue, his expression turned grim, "You're fucking sick—"

Song Hong and the others were afraid that she would suffer, so they rushed here. The little girl was not in a hurry, the smile on the corner of her lips became more obvious, and she said calmly, "Yes, I'm just sick."

"..."

She answered so succinctly that she blocked the scar and said nothing, and the veins on her neck burst out one by one.

"So from now on, stay away from me-"

The little girl's knife turned around and pointed directly under his stomach. The razor-sharp blade gleamed, and it looked like it could cut through the garment with ease.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, word by word.

"Let me see you again, I'll kill you."

"..."

All the men present shrank and felt an indescribable chill.

On the other hand, Kou Dong breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that A Xue took her hands seriously, she knew that she was indeed sensible. It is not a wise move to blatantly kill people in the game, but fortunately this little girl is determined.

Putting the knife back in the luggage compartment, she said nothing, "Let's go."

"Well... um." Song Hong replied a little hesitantly, "...Good night."

What's the matter with him? actually started to feel scared when facing A Xue.

They put aside the scars that were still stunned and fooled by intimidation, and finally went back to sleep. It was almost dawn outside, and the sky was pale fish belly white. Kou Dong was lying on the bed, and was still discussing with Song Hong. At some point, he fell asleep with his face next to the pillow, and he lost all consciousness.

Until in his sleep, he vaguely felt that someone was sitting up.

Kou Dong subconsciously thought it was Song Hong, but he didn't take it to heart. He tugged at the quilt with both hands and asked, "What are you doing?" The figure was silent for a while, and didn't answer, just pulled his quilt and pulled it up again.

"mine."

He heard a low voice, unskilled, murmured rusty.

Someone's hand stroked his neck.

"mine……"

Slowly, little by little.

Like silkworms devouring mulberry leaves, the pianist caresses his keys. It touched every tiny corner, almost poking itself into his veins.

That movement was not normal. At first, it could be regarded as a gentle rubbing, but then he gradually increased his strength, strangling his throat tightly, as if to bite his throat and cut it open.

It seemed that something had penetrated his mouth, bypassed the tongue and continued down, almost to his esophagus, where it tumbled slowly.

Kou Dong had the illusion that all his internal organs were being touched, his breathing gradually became difficult, his hands and feet were shaking uncomfortably under the quilt, he finally opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and retched a few times in embarrassment.

He touched his neck, felt a dull pain, and took a few deep breaths before calming down.

Can look at the bedroom, but there is nothing unusual. The opposite Song Hong turned his face towards him, and fell asleep, not hearing his coughing and struggling at all.

"..."

Kou Dong couldn't sleep at all.

What the hell is this?

The most irritating thing is that he still has the illusion of being taken advantage of - especially this thing runs away after taking advantage of it, making him look like a big girl who has been molested.

However, Ye Yan was not there, and Kou Dong didn't even have a person to discuss with.

Depressedly, he opened the luggage rail, took out his sleeping cub, and unexpectedly found a new countdown on top of the other party's head. This time, it started from 18 hours, and there were three silvery words behind it, which read: Maturity.

Kou Dong was overjoyed, this is his cub growing up?

He treasured the villain in his arms, and carefully left a little gap in order to prevent himself from accidentally pressing him. Ye Yanzhi was always asleep, curled up into a small ball, on his side.

Looking at it, Kou Dong couldn't help but stretch out his old father's sinful hand and quietly poked the two bulging pieces of meat behind the villain.

After poking, he shrank his hand back suddenly, carefully observing his cub's movements.

Didn't wake up.

Kou Dong was completely relieved. He covered his head with his whole hand. He rubbed the cub up and down seriously in a cat-stroking manner. He licked his head a few times, and took off the pair of small shoes and put them on a few times. Can't put it down.

When Song Hong heard the wake-up bell and opened his eyes, he had already got out of bed, and was concentrating on cutting a piece of toilet paper.

Song Hong glanced at him inadvertently with his slippers, but was taken aback, "What's going on?"

Kou Dong didn't lift his head, and answered copingly, "Huh?"

"Your neck," Song Hong frowned and his expression became solemn, "Didn't you notice?"

He pulled Kou Dong into the bathroom and faced the mirror together. It wasn't until he saw his own appearance in the mirror that Kou Dong didn't know the reason for his ghostly expression just now.

——His neck was already densely covered with blue and purple fingerprints, spreading from the collarbone to the side of the ear. However, his skin was white, and those imprints seemed to bloom on him, splashing recklessly on this snow-white canvas.

Even his lips were rubbed red and slightly swollen.

The young man in the mirror still looked like Sixteen or Seventeen, his face was more fleshy than his usual, with short green student hair, his mouth opened slightly, and he looked like he didn't understand the world.

But these imprints made these youthful tenderness change their taste.

Song Hong frowned tightly and said, "You..."

Before he could finish a sentence, he heard a burst of exclamation from the girls' dormitory opposite Chad. The two looked at each other, but they didn't notice it well, and they hurriedly ran in the direction from which the voice came.

It was on the sixth floor of the girls' dormitory, and a lot of students were already gathered at the entrance of the stairs, standing in a daze. Not only the girls who lived here, but also the male students who heard the movement and ran over to check the situation. The crowd was densely packed, and Kou Dong struggled to squeeze past them.

"Let it go, let it go!"

"Give way"

Another person rushed over without hesitation, and cut the crowd apart without saying a word. When he saw the people around him, he suddenly let out a very sad howl.

It is Xiao Kai who is crying.

Kou Dong didn't look inside. In fact, they had foreseen this scene as early as the first day.

- is fear.

The fear of death magnified in Xiaoying, and finally swallowed her up.

"It's really uncomfortable," A Xue didn't know when he stood beside him, looking at this scene, "She's like a silkworm chrysalis."

The pale corpse was lying on the concrete floor, and every fine line on the skin was full and almost translucent. In this way, it really looks like a silkworm chrysalis.

"The most uncomfortable thing about silkworm chrysalis is not this shape," the little girl said in a low voice, slowly stroking her arm, "but it makes me feel like something is crawling out of it."

The author has something to say:

Song Hong: Your neck—

Kou Dong: !!!my neck!!!

Don't say anything, it must be the NPC who did it - let's go, go to him first!