I Became a God in a Horror Game

After dinner.

A group of people who had been making trouble all day were rushed to take a shower, Zhao Muchi looked at the back of Spades leaving, and slowly shifted his gaze to Bai Liu's face.

Bai Liu has already finished washing. This person seems to have a requirement to keep himself clean. He took a shower after getting off the volleyball court. Now he is wearing loose pajamas leaning on the living room sofa and casually flipping through a book. There are water droplets on the end of his hair. .

"If you continue to look at me like this." Bai Liu closed the book and looked up at Zhao Muchi next to him, "When the spades come out, I will fight with you."

Zhao Muchi looked at the book Bai Liu was reading - "Salome", he closed his eyes, spread his hands and smiled disinterestedly: "I had a duel with him, although I lost."

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Bai Liu asked calmly.

"Can I go out and chat with you alone?" Zhao Muchi looked at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu asked, "What are we talking about?"

Zhao Mu lowered his eyes: "Salome?"

Bai Liu changed back to a white shirt and suit pants. After packing up, he and Zhao Mu Chi went out. The two walked quietly along the coastline.

The waves beat gently on the beach, the sun has not yet completely set, and only a line of sunset can be seen from the horizon. Sparkling waves, the sea breeze blows softly and warmly.

Bai Liu wore leather shoes, but Zhao Muchi was barefoot, and the two walked on the beach not far from each other, leaving a series of shoe prints and a series of footprints.

"The book "Salome" was deliberately placed on the sofa for me to read, right?" Bai Liu said calmly.

Zhao Muchi's eyebrows and eyes curled and replied: "Am I doing it obviously?"

"It's not obvious." Bai Liu looked up at him, "But your reaction was obvious after that. You kept looking at me, and you were waiting for my reaction when I read this book."

"Then what do you think?" Zhao Muchi turned his head, he looked at Bai Liu intently, walked backwards with his hands behind his back, and asked lazily with a smile, "What kind of story do you think "Salome" is? ?"

"What do you think?" Bai Liu asked calmly, his eyes were dark, reflecting the faint sunlight, and Zhao Muchi was in a trance for a moment, "Do you like this story?"

He watched her mother's video tapes too many times, and was so familiar with the story that when asked by Bai Liu, he couldn't answer his specific feelings because he was too familiar.

Yeah, what did he think of Salome?

How did he feel when he heard the story for the first time?

Has it been almost twenty years since he first heard this story? It seems that when she was five or six years old, she was at his bedside, hugging him tenderly, and telling this somewhat strange story, this beautiful and crazy princess - Salome.

"A long time ago, there was a beautiful and unfree princess. She was so beautiful that everyone was after her, even her stepfather, the king at the time, coveted her beauty."

"The princess hates this kind of atmosphere, but she has never seen a man who doesn't love his appearance, until one day, a man known as a saint, John was arrested by the king into the palace, it is said that he is the wisest man in the world Saint, who can see through everything, even the king dare not look him in the eyes, only dare to imprison him at the bottom of the well, afraid of seeing the reflection of his filthy soul in it."

"Princess Salome was so intrigued by John that she begged the guards who guarded the well to show her John in the well."

"The guards, addicted to her moonlight beauty, agreed to her request and let her see John in the well."

"Salome just took one look at John and fell in love with him."

When he was young, he couldn't understand such unreasonable feelings, so he frowned and asked, "Why did the princess fall in love with John just by looking at it?"

"She's a princess. So many men around her like her. Why would she like a prisoner locked at the bottom of a well?"

She caressed the top of his head amusingly, lowered her eyes, and sighed in her storytelling voice, "We'll talk about this next."

"Because it was only John who told the princess that the king was wrong, that he was a reckless king, that he shouldn't have an incestuous desire for the princess, the princess' mother, and he deserved to go to hell."

"Salome fell in love with John, she showed her love to John again and again, but John rejected him every time, and finally the princess vowed to die to get John's kiss, and she begged the king, the stepfather, to let John kiss him. "

"And the king said, as long as you do a dance for me, even if John doesn't agree, I will cut off John's head for you and let you kiss him."

"The king asked Salome, beautiful princess, will you dance for me?"

"The princess said, I will dance the most beautiful dance in the world for you, and I will also be kissed by the most holy person in the world."

"She danced the sevenfold veil dance for the king. It was a beautiful dance, and finally moved the king. He cut off John's head, and the princess took it up and kissed the dead saint in ecstasy."

"But I still don't understand." He frowned and began to analyze seriously, "Salome is beautiful and a princess, why do you like John, and John doesn't like her yet!"

"Maybe it's because John doesn't like her that she likes John." Her tone contained a lot of complicated emotions that he didn't understand, "...Maybe what the princess wanted was to watch her dance, not to think about it. The one who kissed her."

At that time, he didn't understand what she meant.

At this moment, in the sea breeze and waves, Zhao Muchi looked at Bai Liu and looked at him, his eyes were so calm that there was no trace of waves, he suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence, and also understood why Bai Liu said that day that he would not kiss him. go down.

——Because what he wanted... was never Bai Liu's likes or kisses.

Just a viewer who doesn't want to kiss him.

"I don't like the ending of Salome." Zhao Muchi stopped, the sunset reflected in his purple eyes, and his tone was light, like a gust of wind, "After she got that kiss, she must regret it."

"Really?" Bai Liu was noncommittal, "Your opinion on this story is very interesting."

"Why do you think Salome regretted it?"

Bai Liu raised his eyes, his eyes were calm: "It's because you think that if you kiss me on that day, you will regret it, right?"

Zhao Muchi was quiet, and then he quickly turned his face away and smiled: "...Bai Liu, aren't people in your country very reserved? A straightforward person like you shouldn't be likable, right?"

"You can directly say that my words are annoying, I don't mind." Bai Liu spread his hands with a half-smiling smile, "But what you said is true, I'm really not likable."

"I'm the opposite of you. I'm very likable, and people will take the initiative to confess to me wherever I go." Zhao Muchi glanced at Bai Liu with a smile, with a teasing tone, "I like you, a likable person. People who are not likable will be rejected by you, you really don't know what to do."

"There are quite a few people who have commented on me like this." Bai Liu smiled, "Maybe this is indeed part of my personality."

"But I don't hate myself for that."

Zhao Muchi looked at the beach and took a deep breath: "Do you... like watching dance?"

"I can't appreciate it." Bai Liu answered honestly.

Zhao Muchi: "...At this time, I still hope that you will speak more euphemistically."

"Okay, then can I answer again?" Bai Liu corrected with kindness, "I really don't appreciate dance as an art form."

"But if you want." Bai Liu's eyes were peaceful, and he smiled friendly and gentle, "I think you might be able to refresh my cognition and let me know again that it turned out that I was shallow--"

"—Dance turned out to be such a beautiful art form."

Zhao Muchi stared at Bai Liu for a while, and smiled as if sighing: "Has anyone told you that you are really a bad man who is good at coaxing people?"

"Really?" Bai Liu smiled disapprovingly, "You're the only one who said so."

"Do you mean you've only coaxed me?" Zhao Muchi lowered his eyes and said with a chuckle, "Stop, I've seen many men, so I don't want to eat this."

In the sunset, Zhao Muchi wore plain clothes and danced a seven-layered gauze dance for Bai Liu with bare feet. As time passed, the afterglow of the sunset was like a layer of gauze that fell on Zhao Muchi's body, fading layer by layer. , finally revealing his original appearance, he raised his eyes and looked at Bai Liu opposite.

Bai Liu De Ling quickly applauded.

Zhao Muchi sighed: "Your eyes tell me that you don't understand."

"Yes, I may really have no artistic talent." Bai Liu admitted frankly, but soon he smiled and said, "But it is beautiful."

"You make me think that dance, something that I can't find value in temporarily, still has its meaning in this world."

"Although I may not understand the meaning of that."

"The highest compliment to the dance." Zhao Muchi stepped back on one foot, raised the hem of his clothes modestly, bowed slightly, and made a curtain call, "Thank you for watching."

Bai Liu smiled: "My pleasure."

A day later, in the game, the Wandering Circus Guild.

Holding a lot of documents, Wang Shun hurriedly ran to the conference room and almost fell over, but luckily, he met Tang Erda halfway through and helped him hold some.

"Fortunately I met you." Wang Shun let out a long breath.

Tang Er was puzzled and asked, "Why are there so many paper materials? Wasn't it all electronic before?"

"It's a long story." Wang Shun smiled bitterly and pushed open the door of the conference room, "It has to do with our opponent in the next game, let's go in and talk about it."

At the moment when the door of the conference room was pushed open, Wang Shun took a deep breath and announced, "Everyone, our opponent for the next game is out."

"—It's the Golden Dawn."

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