For her own sake, Wen Qing swallowed the truth back into her stomach.

He pinched his palm and looked at Ji Junfeng nervously.

The corners of Ji Junfeng's lips were raised, his brows and eyes curled with a smile, and he didn't seem ready to pursue him for leaving here.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

Ji Junfeng hummed a little tune, and took him back to the depths of the ground in a good mood.

Wen Qing sat back on the bed again, looking at the familiar green eyes.

Ji Junfeng not only didn't live because of his departure, but also took out a breakfast with a smile: "You seem to like eating this."

The voice fell, and the vines beside Wen Qing's bed slowly rose, connected, and entangled. In the blink of an eye, a small table made of vines appeared.

Ji Junfeng put the tableware and chopsticks on the table, holding his cheeks, staring at Wen Qing eagerly.

Seeing Wen Qing not eating, he said, "I just saved Li Jingjing."

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "Has something happened to her?"

"No," Ji Junfeng tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said to Wen Qing, "I strangled the danger in the cradle."

He explained slowly: "There are two people holding hands to her."

Wen relaxed, Li Jingjing was fine.

He raised his eyes and found that Ji Junfeng was still staring at him.

Under his scorching gaze, Wen Qing was at a loss, lowered his head and picked up the chopsticks, poking at the vegetables.

These are indeed his favorite dishes, not the big fish and meat in the usual cafeteria, just a vegetable, and a poached egg.

Wen Qing poked at the rice, he didn't have much appetite, and now he is locked here again, let alone eating.

Ji Junfeng held his cheeks, his eyes slowly slid from his gentle eyebrows to the tip of his nose, and finally landed on his lips.

The gentle lip shape is very good-looking, and the lip beads in the upper lip are slightly raised, which looks very kissable.

Ji Junfeng stared at it for a while, and then repeated: "I saved Li Jingjing."

Wen Qing poked at Fan's hand and looked up at him.

Ji Junfeng stared at himself firmly, his eyes sparkling.

For a moment, Wen Qing seemed to see a dog begging for a reward.

Wen Qing was silent for a while, then tentatively said, "Thank you?"

Ji Junfeng blinked, but did not speak.

But Wen Qing could see two things from his expression - "That's it?"

Soon, Wen Qingqian found that Ji Junfeng's eyes had been on his mouth.

Wen Qing subconsciously pursed her lips.

He guessed what Ji Junfeng was doing, but he didn't kiss.

Wen Qing's hand poked at the rice for a moment, picked up the poached egg, and stuffed it into Ji Junfeng's mouth.

Ji Junfeng opened his eyes slightly, stunned for a moment, and then chewed the food in his mouth.

His expression seemed to obviously not eat human food, he was surprised at first, then frowned slightly, and finally swallowed the poached egg with difficulty.

Ji Junfeng raised the corners of his lips and smiled at Wen Qing: "Delicious."

His smile was very "fascinated", "confused" and "natural", and Wen Qing was stunned.

Seeing this, Ji Junfeng turned sideways, his collar was loosely draped over his shoulders, revealing his scarred shoulders, chest, and cyan fingerprints on his neck.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled. This fingerprint has been around for many days. Did the perpetrator strangle Ji Junfeng to death?

The thought was fleeting.

The next second, the voice of 001 suddenly sounded in Wen Qing's mind:

[Bullying people - on the verge of suffocation. 】

[Release object - Ji Junfeng. 】

Wen Qing's face changed, and she stammered in her heart and asked 001: [If you don't do this, will you be at your own risk? 】

001 hummed coldly.

Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, he didn't even dare to hit someone, how could he pinch someone!

Still on the verge of suffocation!

Well, how hard is it to pinch...

Wen Qing lowered his head and looked at his hands, his mind went blank.

Fortunately, 001 didn't rush him this time.

Unfortunately, Ji Junfeng "touched" his hand.

Ji Junfeng's hand is much larger than his, and the coolness is the temperature of the vines, covering the back of his hand and slowly moving it to his wrist.

Wen Qing instinctively retracted his hand, Ji Junfeng held his wrist, and his thumb rubbed the inner wall of his wrist vaguely, itching and itching.

He stumbled and said, "You, you let go."

Seeing Wen Qing's words, Ji Junfeng laughed, held his hand, and slowly put it on his neck.

Wen Qing's whole body froze, he knew what Ji Junfeng was doing.

Just like the last time he stepped on it, Ji Junfeng let himself pinch him.

Wen Qing put her hands on Ji Junfeng's neck and did not dare.

"Strength." Ji Junfeng finished speaking, his fingers gently brushed his fingertips, "inserted" between his fingers, and pressed down hard.

How could Wen Qing dare to pinch him, she tried to pinch him lightly, and asked the system in her heart: [Is this okay? 】

001 did not speak.

Ji Junfeng half-closed his eyes, gasped slightly, and said to Wen Qing in a hoarse voice, "Try harder."

His breath was rapid, and his light and fluttering voice seemed to have a small hook, which evoked a gentle dryness.

Wen Qing's body became even stiffer, as if these hands were not his own, they were Ji Junfeng's toys, pressed by Ji Junfeng and strangled his neck.

Ji Junfeng's body does not have the temperature of a human, and there is no pulse in his neck, like a body.

The only difference between him and the corpse is that the corpse will not be stoned.

He can.

As Ji Junfeng pinched himself more and more, the more Wen Qing saw him.

He slowly pressed onto Wen Qing's body, panting, groaning, and looking happy.

Ji Junfeng opened his eyes, the end of his eyes was smeared with red, his eyes were full of desire: "Don't you "touch" and "touch" me?"

Wen Qing stammered, "No, no..."

Ji Junfeng licked his lips: "Are you going to hit me then?"

Wen Qing: "No, no..."

Feeling the more and more obvious changes in Ji Junfeng's body, Wen Qing opened her eyes wide in fright, and a thin mist appeared in her eyes unconsciously.

Ji Junfeng stared at him for a while, then suddenly let go.

Wen Qing immediately withdrew her hand, and then she saw 001 and said: [End. 】

Wen Qing stared at Ji Junfeng blankly, a bunch of questions popped up in his mind.

Is this over?

Ji Junfeng is obviously not on the verge of suffocation.

Why do you have this mission all of a sudden?

Why did it suddenly end?

…………

A bunch of questions filled his mind, and the next moment they disappeared because of Ji Junfeng's words.

"Do you want to try?" Ji Junfeng asked.

Wen Qing: ? ? ?

Probably seeing his doubts, Ji Junfeng raised his hand and stroked Wen Qing's slender neck with his fingers.

He couldn't help touching Wen Qing's neck, feeling the fresh throbbing.

Ji Junfeng said seriously: "When you are on the verge of suffocation, you will have a very happy feeling."

Wen Qing almost cried: "I, I don't want it."

He doesn't have that kind of fetish!

A trace of disappointment flashed in Ji Junfeng's eyes, but he didn't give up, and said, "Scientifically, hypoxia and alkalosis will produce mental excitement and a sense of kuai."

The tip of his right finger brushed lightly on the warm pants, and continued: "You will be congested here, and you will be very happy."

Wen Qing was so frightened that his body trembled slightly, and he was not happy at all.

Ji Junfeng soon noticed that Wen Qing was extremely resistant, even afraid.

He put down his hand and looked at Wen Qing suspiciously: "They all like it."

them?

Wen Qing blank's brain slowly turned, and he asked tentatively, "You, you mean the five dropped out?"

Ji Junfeng responded: "They all like this."

"But I missed and accidentally strangled them to death."

His face was light and calm, and strangling someone told him that it was not a big deal, as if he had just strangled a few ants.

Ji Junfeng sincerely said to Wen Qing, "This time, I won't miss it."

Wen Qing's lips trembled slightly, even ghosts won't believe your nonsense!

Seeing that he was really frightened, Ji Junfeng had to shrug his shoulders and withdraw his hand in disappointment: "Okay."

"But thanks to them, I can see you."

Wen Qing quietly moved back and opened the distance between the two.

He lowered his eyes and saw that Ji Junfeng's trousers had returned to calm, and the hanging little heart finally fell back to its original place.

Aware of Wen Qing's gaze, Ji Junfeng's eyes were faint, and in the blink of an eye, his pants were up again.

Wen Qing: "???"

Ji Junfeng curled his lips and chuckled: "When you look at me, I will..."

Wen Qing quickly looked away, not daring to look at Ji Junfeng's body.

In his heart, is this, is this still a root vine? !

Ji Junfeng fascinatedly admired the pink color on the tip of his ears, and after a while, he said softly, "I know this is a different world from yours."

"You have just gotten used to it in a while."

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, and she blurted out, "What's going on for a while?"

Ji Junfeng said slowly: "In another 17 hours, wait for the birthday of God."

"You can stay here forever."

Wen Qing: ? ? ? ! ! !

He doesn't stay here! !

forever! !

Ji Junfeng didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. After meeting Wen Qing's shocked expression, he asked, "Are you happy?"

The voice fell, and Wen Qing was even more shocked.

Not happy.

Ji Junfeng frowned slightly and looked at him suspiciously: "Isn't it bad to stay here?"

Wen Qing almost said bad words, he pursed his lips and said softly, "I'll go home."

Ji Junfeng blinked, his eyes blank: "What is that place?"

Wen Qing was stunned, he didn't even know Ji Junfeng before he arrived.

"Just with..." Wen Qing paused, suddenly not knowing how to explain to Ji Junfeng.

In a broad sense, it is a place where relatives live together.

Wen Qing had no relatives and told him that her home was the orphanage where she grew up.

Ji Junfeng asked, "What is it?"

For a long time, Wen Qing dryly recited Duan's cliché: "It is a safe haven, an emotional sustenance, and a habitat for the soul."

Ji Junfeng was even more "confused".

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "You, do you have a relative... do you have a relative?"

Ji Junfeng shook his head: "From the beginning of consciousness, I am alone."

"Um...a vine?"

Wen Qing finally understood what it felt like when others knew that she was an orphan, and suddenly she didn't know what to say, and it felt wrong if she didn't say something.

After a long while, he said slowly, "A vine is good."

"Ichito is full and not hungry."

Wen Qingbu and Ji Junfeng continued to discuss this topic.

God's birthday is coming soon, and his time is running out.

Wen Qing got into the quilt, covered her head, and said loudly, "I'm going to sleep first."

Soon, there was the sound of clothes and vines rubbing beside him, and Ji Junfeng seemed to be lying down too.

Wen relaxed and stared at the white quilt, trying to figure out the secret of the advanced mission.

Seventeen hours left...

The 50% secret is that the teachers, vines, and high priests of this school are all Ji Junfeng.

The remaining fifty percent of the secrets should have something to do with the torture.

Depression, vines, Ji Junfeng...

Wen Qing clutched the quilt, all kinds of information converged in her mind, but she still had no clue.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Without a clock, Wen Qing didn't know the exact time, but he could feel that it had been a long time, and his mind was a little confused.

Wen Qing opened her eyes, and suddenly, a melodious bell rang.

He woke up instantly: "What, what's wrong?"

Then, Ji Junfeng's voice sounded above his head: "It's time."

"Merry Christmas."

Wen Qing's eyes darkened, he was not happy at all.

zero in the morning.

The moment the bell rang, Bai Tong put down the school history book in his hand and said to Li Jingjing, "Let's go."

The two walked out of the library. The campus was brightly lit, and small lanterns were hung on the trees on both sides. The students went to the temple with laughter and slapstick, a lively scene of Chinese New Year and festivals.

Bai Tong sullenly walked into the temple.

After seeing Wen Qing holding the Holy Grail on the altar, he stopped, and his eyes quickly swept over the part of Wen Qing that was "naked" and "exposed".

Ankles, wrists, necklines, lips...

There is no difference.

Bai Tong's heart was still heavy, he looked at Wen Qing's eyes from a distance, and silently mouthed: [Are you okay? 】

Seeing this, Wen Qing glanced at Ji Junfeng, who was wearing gear, and raised the corner of his mouth: [It's okay. 】

Bai Tong pursed his lips, walked straight in, stood in the middle of the crowd, and stared at Wen Qing.

Other students were not surprised that Wen Qing and the high priest stood on the altar together. Wen Qing was the god attendant chosen by the high priest. It should be different from them, standing on the altar was right.

Wen Qing held the Holy Grail tightly in her arms and stared at Bai Tong and Li Jingjing under the stage.

Seeing his nervousness, Bai Tong ignored Ji Junfeng on the altar and lip-mouthed him: [It will be fine. 】

Bai Tong briefly said: [School history, offerings, God does not kill people. 】

Wen Wei was stunned for a moment, does God not kill people?

He lowered his eyes, his heart beating faster.

Only one hour left now.

Wen Qing tried hard to analyze Bai Tong's meaning.

Suppression does not kill people, which means that the 69 people who survived to God's birth will not have an accident, and the players will not have an accident.

After an hour, other players can complete the line quest.

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.

What about him?

Can he go?

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked the system in her heart: [Can players be left in the dungeon forever? 】

The next second, 001 said the answer he was missing.

【can. 】

When it came to Yu Xing, Wen Qing panicked even more.

"The god of love and desire was born in the white spray of blood thrown into the water."

The loud prayers of the classmates suddenly sounded in her ears, and Wen Qing was so frightened that she nearly dropped the Holy Grail.

He exhaled, stabilized his mind, and began to think about the remaining fifty percent of the secrets.

Suddenly, a white light lit up behind him.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she tilted her head to look back.

The statue of Yu Xing was glowing, the pale color of the statue gradually faded, and it was glowing with a warm luster, and the plaster gradually became like human skin.

Wen Qing closed his eyes and let go of his mind.

He's a bit unreasonable, why let the player who survived to the end clear the level?

Wen Qing clenched his palms, from the perspective of suffocation.

Yu Xing likes to play. He is the god of love and desire. He clearly likes to watch people fall and toy with human beings.

He watches players kill each other, so he leaves a trail of God's favorite numbers.

He likes to play with humans, so the players don't keep the secrets of the advanced quests, and they live in fear until the day of the birthday of the gods, but they ignore it and clear the level.

How can he make sure that players don't find out the secrets of advanced quests?

Wen Qing's thoughts gradually became clear, Yu Xing must have done something, so that the player could not find out the secret.

The remaining fifty percent of the progress is about Ji Junfeng and Yu Xing.

Things about them only appeared in school history.

The history of the school records the story of the establishment of the seminary. It used to be a barren land where monsters were ravaged by monsters. Some people accidentally entered and were almost killed by monsters. When they were about to die, they were rescued by God, so the seminary was built.

The monster is Ji Junfeng, and the god is Yu Xing.

So who is the founder of the school?

"Dear God, I long for You morning and night."

"My god is completely open to you, and I look forward to your blessing."

"Please shine on me with your blood, drive out the darkness, remove the filth, and cleanse us."

The prayers of the students became louder and louder, and the light of the statue behind Wen Qing became more and more dazzling.

Suddenly, the prayers stopped abruptly.

Wen Qing felt a breeze blowing.

His body was stiff, and the sound of the wind was mixed with Yu Xing's familiar sneer.

Depression appeared.

The faces of the students under the stage were twisted with excitement: "Merciful God!"

"splendid!"

Wen Qing suddenly realized something.

Depression is a god, he is playing games with humans.

This seminary is one of his playgrounds.

Players can't find out the secret of the advanced quest, because the suffocation has deceived everyone from the beginning.

The footsteps behind him gradually approached.

Wen Qing's heart was beating wildly, she saw Ji Junfeng bow his head behind him, and whispered a word.

Wen Qingwan didn't know what Ji Junfeng said, he could only see his own heartbeat.

He quickly asked 001 in his heart: [The remaining 50% of the secrets, is the founder of the school in the history of the school jj is the torture? 】

[He directed and acted a good show, established a seminary, and spread his little yellow book? 】

The next second, Wen Qing felt that her hair was gently plucked, and a sound of heaven sounded in her ears:

[Congratulations to player Wen Qing for successfully clearing the divine level dungeon seminary. 】

As soon as Yu Xing's fingertips touched the soft black hair, he saw Wen Qing disappear from his sight.

The smile on his lips froze.

Ji Junfeng looked at this scene, his eyes gradually became cold: "Can't you keep him?"

"Because you talked too much nonsense with him." Yu Xing looked at Ji Junfeng indifferently.

Ji Junfeng shook his head: "He can find out the secret because he understands you."

"You've met before, haven't you?"

Yu Xing did not explain, he glanced at the remaining players, expressionless: "You players can get out too."

He bent his fingers, and threw the players under the stage out of the small world.

Ji Junfeng looked at the place where Wen Qing disappeared, and murmured, "Are you a player?"

"I want to... become a player."

"You are..." Yu Xing felt Ji Junfeng disappear into this small world before he said the word fart.

His face changed, realizing that Ji Junfeng's words were not meant for him.

Yu Xing lifted his eyelids, stared at the void, and squeezed out a word: "Fuck!"