creak.

creak.

The door was pushed open again. The gray rabbit effortlessly lifted his head, supported his shoulders, and pulled his adult physique outside—there were more companions waiting outside the door, and Kou Dong didn’t even know about this place. How many mutilated dolls are hidden in the house - at least these are not the ones he saw in the doll's room.

They surrounded him in clusters, and the plush touch was clearly fluffy and soft, but inexplicably made people feel cold all over. He was gradually covered by the fluffy tide, with pairs of buttonholes facing him, black and shiny, and there were still small threads that were not fully sewn.

Kou Dong's body softened completely. He seemed to have also turned into a piece of cotton cloth, and lay down on the ground softly, unable to lift the slightest storm. The doll's boat was carrying him, and someone had his head down, his long ears covering his eyes.

They should not be breathing. But at that moment, it seemed to lower its head and breathed lightly at him.

call

This was like hypnosis, completely pulling him into a turbulent, fuzzy, tide-like consciousness, only a little bit of sanity dragged his sinking clarity like spider silk, barely hanging his thoughts.

He clearly sensed that they were stronger than before. When he was attacked by the doll for the first time, Kou Dong still had some ability to resist; but now, he is more like that cotton, so soft that he can't even move his arm.

Why are they stronger?

Is it because these dolls are special, or because the so-called birthday party is approaching every day?

The dolls are still busy. They ripped open the young man's shirt and dragged him new, snow-white clothes; two teddy bears hugged his hands, slowly pulled up his sleeves for him, and then laboriously buttoned his chest one by one .

At this moment, the doll and the master seemed to fall over. Kou Dong has become a toy that they are allowed to roll and flatten, and can only be played back and forth in their hands. The dolls tore off the old shirt, put on new clothes for him, put on a new high top hat, and tilted their heads to look again.

Kou Dong: "..."

If you come out, you really have to pay it back.

He also changed his cub's clothes before, and he was addicted to the miracle cub and couldn't extricate himself from it, and now it has become the miracle winter...

Did the retribution come so quickly?

He was vaguely glad that these dolls were not so perverted that they ripped off their panties.

The gray rabbit jumped forward and tugged at the spun yarn attached to the brim of the hat again. Seeing that it no longer blocked the youth's face, it seemed that he was finally satisfied.

Its long ears stand up and touch each other lightly in the air.

Snapped.

The small, almost insignificant voice seemed to be the horn of a charge. The tide flowed in an instant, and the dolls surging out of each room finally gathered here. They lifted the young man's pliable, not very strong body like a huge, soft bed, lifted him without hesitation, and took him in another direction—

Kou Dong was also familiar with that direction. It was the young master's bedroom that he had explored.

The dolls were busy back and forth, and with some effort, they finally put him on the bed.

The soft quilt was pulled up, and the young man showed only a pale face. Lying there, he was actually a little different from the young master in the dolls' impressions, but it didn't change at all when he looked closely. They were lying on the side of the bed, and slowly brought their bodies closer, like ordinary cotton dolls half leaning against their master's arms, not paying any attention to Kou Dong's unconsciously stretched body.

The white candle burns high.

The curtains were scattered, and in the layers of white curtains, the rabbit's three-lobed mouth slowly held a finger of the young man.

Kou Dong was startled and stared, his hairs standing up almost instantly—

The light and fine fluff swept over, and has been poking into the nails. Tiny stimuli and itching came continuously from his fingertips, as if a switch had been turned on, and he began to shiver involuntarily.

Do not.

Do not……

More dolls came up, stroking and stroking the exposed skin of the young man, pecked and kissed his arms hanging down beside him, and got in one after another from the loose white robes—the clothes were raised high, and the hills. The same doll devoured him completely silently, as if he had received an unparalleled and supreme reward on the slightly warm flesh. He was caged in their shadows, and in the shadows on the wall, the vague human figure was bearing a large and somewhat abnormal belly, as if it had been roughly stretched several times, and he could vaguely see the traces of their wriggling.

Kou Dong had a strange delusion, as if they were like ghost babies, wishing they could tear open his flesh and drink his blood.

Then, it was born out of his skin.

But this is an illusion after all. Their touches are light, respectful and careful as if they were a god. What can be done is clearly blasphemous.

All the dolls come with unprecedented joy.

After many years, they were able to find their old master after all.

He was finally lying here again, the rabbit's fur floating over his breath, the fluffy and silky fur clinging to his eyelashes. It had a gleam in its dark eyes, like a brave and loyal knight, who finally planted a kiss on the back of his hand.

Master.

—It belongs to them, young master.

Kou Dong did not appear at the breakfast table the next day. The gardener had bad guesses in his heart. He wanted to inquire about some news, but was blocked by the expressionless twin NPC: "Hurry up and prepare. In two days, it will be the young master's birthday."

Young master's birthday, it is a very important day. The NPC's eyes revealed a posture of "whoever messes up this day is waiting to be swallowed alive", staring at them to eat while pinching the gold watch next to them, which made several players dare not say more, and hurriedly hurried. Busy stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice and went to work. Just a few mouthfuls, the stuffing is still tasteless.

The work is never finished, the gold and silver utensils need to be cleaned, the fresh flowers need to be picked and placed everywhere, and the bouquets of flowers need to be collected and tied to the escalator. The menu and taste of the birthday party need to be set. , the banquet scene must also be arranged. Several people at the scene were turned around by the twins, and they didn't even have time to talk to each other for a whole day. It can be said that the exploitative nature of the bourgeoisie was completely exposed here.

I don't know where the NPC's picky nature comes from, no matter what kind of work they look at, they can't pick it out. Even if the silver tableware was spotlessly polished and shiny, the twins could point to one of them and tickled, "It wasn't cleaned."

Holding the tableware, the footman looked and looked, but couldn't see where it was not clean.

Until the NPC gave him a magnifying glass.

butler:"……"

butler:"…………"

Are you sick? Whoever washes the dishes has to use a magnifying glass to observe it!

He really wanted to scold him, but unfortunately he looked at those two pairs of identical green eyes, and his whole body was dazed, and he was a little too angry to say anything. After being suffocated for a long time, he finally walked forward silently, and worked diligently to do the work again, and wiped it hard again two or three times. Finally, he saw the twins nodded slightly and walked towards the next person.

The footman let out a deep sigh, and suddenly felt someone pat him on the back. He thought about it and turned his head quietly, only to find that it was a gardener.

The gardener approached him by the name of working with him, and whispered to him avoiding the eyes and ears of the NPC: "Look at this."

He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his cuff, on which he sketched the layout of the room. Someone has already made a mark on it and drew a small red triangle on the room.

"That was already searched." The gardener explained in a low voice.

The valet immediately understood, and hurriedly took the pen he handed over, intending to mark the places he had checked. The tip of the pen touched the surface of the paper, but he hesitated for a while, then suddenly stopped and looked up at the gardener.

"Have you all painted?"

The gardener knew exactly what he was thinking, and could not help but let out a sneer.

The footman was a little annoyed, and defended: "How do I know if all of your paintings are real! If anyone has discovered the bear, but has been lying to us..."

This is not impossible. The more people die in the dungeon, the easier the allocation of achievement points will be, and the one who survives to the end will naturally take advantage of it. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, and he withdrew his hand and pushed the paper back to him.

They come here for the money. Why should he team up with these people? —He didn't come here to gain friendship!

He refused to cooperate, and the gardener did not force it, but he looked down on him more and more. Now, smart people can see that this copy is wrong. It looks like a simple task, but in fact the loss rate is far beyond their expectations. Up to now, half of their personnel have been damaged, and they still haven't found any clues, not even relevant clues.

Under such circumstances, it is a fool to think about the achievements and care about it.

Those fools can't survive in this game.

The gardener no longer persuaded him, and strode away on his own.

They began to exclude room by room. In the past two days, he and the fire maid almost checked all the rooms that he could enter, except for the young master's house. Instead of finding that particular teddy bear, both of them were attacked by the doll and nearly lost their lives. In order to survive, the gardener threw a life-saving tool that he had been reluctant to use, and then barely escaped with the maid.

He didn't care about being distressed - nothing was more important than life at this time. He locked those crazy dolls in the room, still gasping for breath, but in a blink of an eye, he met the maid's eyes full of horror.

"I remember," the maid's voice was sharp, with an unusually eccentric quality. She pinched the gardener's arm desperately and used a lot of strength, but she didn't feel the slightest bit at all, "I remembered, I always thought this background was familiar—"

"Forbidden!"

Her tone was getting higher and higher, and these two words suddenly popped out, "The description in that forbidden post...is that the story!"

Banned post is a post that briefly appeared in the game forum of the deceased for more than ten minutes. At that time, the deceased had not opened this special section, but normal players entered the game to earn money. The difficulty was not as high as it is now, and it would not endanger life.

Until the banned post appeared, an unspecified player said that he had just escaped from a dungeon, and their team was almost wiped out, leaving him alone.

When he returned to reality, only to find that his team members were really dead. Their bodies are still alive, but their brains have been declared dead - which is tantamount to directly obliterating people's self-consciousness.

That is, from then on, the special section of the dead was officially opened. Since then, countless people have followed one after another for moving money and silk, thinking of taking temporary risks in exchange for eternal wealth, in order to save decades of struggle. The game really became cannibalism.

But the post that was regarded as an early warning only survived for a short ten minutes, and soon disappeared. When it existed, players thought it was a hoax, and no one really thought about what kind of information it contained. Up to now, there are only a few words written by some old players who have seen it on the forum.

The gardener's scalp also exploded at once. He subconsciously retorted: "Impossible, there are no twins in there at all..."

Immediately, he also realized that it was wrong. He had seen the post, which did not mention twins, or even described in detail what kind of task they were facing that would lead to the annihilation of the entire army, but nervously used ellipses and bright red exclamation points to stress over and over again that they were careful A person.

[He is their god, the highest criterion for their actions, and the line of judgment by which all actions are measured. 】

[They worship him and treat him with care. 】

[He...that young god, has not yet realized what kind of power he holds in his hands. He's been protected under... that person's wings, and he doesn't know that he's in a false world. He has a lot of toys, they are the regiments that guard him, whoever touches the gods...will be devoured by them. 】

[He didn't know he was alive. but……】

【Don't wake him up! Don't wake him up! ! ! ! ! 】

【forever! Never - try to take the gods away from them and that person! 】