secret chat room

Except for the sudden emptiness in front of the sofa, the entire living room looked the same.

Apparently, Zhuang Xie had already cleaned up the mess while Hu Yan was going to the bathroom.

There are several shadow tentacles hovering on the ceiling. At first glance, they might look like strange-looking decorations.

Hu Yan, who was under the tentacle, was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with the soles of her feet touching each other. There was a pillow in front of her knees, her hands were placed on it in a regular manner, and her waist was not leaning on the back of the sofa. She was straight and straight, with a well-behaved look on her face.

"You have been staring at me for almost half an hour. Are you looking for an excuse to indulge in my beauty?"

Hu Yan did not hesitate at first and glanced at Zhuang Xie opposite.

"So, are you Hu Yan now or... that god..." Zhuang Xie ignored Hu Yan, who thought he was very humorous, and directly expressed his vigilance, but he paused when he said the words, not knowing what to do.

Call the other person's state just now.

Although it was not embarrassing for Zhuang Xie to directly call the other person crazy in front of the other person, it was just that he hung the other person up and beat him up, and after that, he had to call the other person crazy.

Zhuang Xie still felt that he should be more polite.

"I mean the monster is gone."

Hu Yan rolled his eyes.

Gan, as expected, you can't even expect to hear anything good from his mouth.

"I've already explained it to you, and I don't want to say it again. If you think you can accept it, then accept it. If you can't accept it, then you have to accept it, right? You can't live without me now anyway!"

Zhuang Xie nodded with deep understanding, feeling that what the other party said was very reasonable.

Without Hu Yan as a mouthpiece, he would not be able to exchange information with his future self.

The communication between Hu Yan and Zhuang Xie is so strange. They can always use seemingly ambiguous words in tit-for-tat without violating the rules.

After coming out of the bathroom, Hu Yan seemed to have returned to her original state, and she did not pursue Zhuang Xie's behavior of tying her up for play. After all, the coffee table already knew how dangerous her state was at that time, and she knew it too.

According to Hu Yanjin, she almost suffered a mental breakdown due to being tortured by the real-life game in the chat group, but her mental self-defense is extremely strong, thus generating a sub-personality that can perfectly tolerate negative emotions. In addition to having violent emotions, the sub-personality

There are also some extremely strong self-destructive tendencies.

It is precisely because of this self-destructive tendency that in the last game, there is no weirder thing than Hu Yan 2.0, who by some combination of circumstances allowed Hu Yan to win in the anti-routine "catching game".

The only thing that can defeat magic is magic.

Then all these memories, together with the sub-personality of Hu Yan 2.0, were sealed by the chat group after winning the game, whether for protection or for other purposes.

After being revealed by Zhuang Xie, the seal of Hu Yan's memory was loosened, and then the seal was broken out.

"It seems that your abilities have improved in that state. Do you have a superpower similar to telepathy?"

Zhuang Xie analyzed carefully.

"I don't know either! It's probably because... the black color is three times stronger, hiahiahia!" Hu Yan suddenly laughed nervously.

Zhuang Xie looked at the other party's condition and pursed his lips without saying a word. He could see that Hu Yan's condition at this time was actually far not as good as she showed at this time.

"Eh! That's not right! According to this theory, it seems that this is really the case!" Hu Yan clapped his hands, as if he had thought of something.

"Remember what I told you about Zhang Guangbei's weird ability to kill people through the air?"

Zhuang Xie nodded.

"If he really wants to attack us, it's hard to say whether we can withstand it. He was obviously crazy at that time, and he smelled of violence and blood!

What’s more! There’s also that weird face-changing guy, his mental state seems to be wrong too! Plus my changes! Maybe that’s really what happened!”

Zhuang Xie was stunned. He thought it was Hu Yan's crazy talk, but when he said it this way, it seemed that it was a bit unfair.

Could it be that this thing has something to do with the negative emotions of ability users?

The stronger the negative emotion, the stronger the ability?

Apart from anything else, the Huyan in front of her was obvious. She had no ability to fight head-on, but Coffee Table knew the consequences once she went "crazy".

"No, no! What about you! I'm three times stronger in black form and yet you hang me up and beat me? I haven't seen you in black form! Why is your ability so foul? Could it be that you are the protagonist?" Hu Yan then thought about it and said, "It's not right."

The words came out again.

Zhuang Xie raised his eyebrows, "Who knows, maybe I am a lunatic!"

He seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head to stare at Hu Yan, who was staring at him, "I said, don't use your ability on me without my permission, it's very rude."

"Tsk!" Hu Yan showed no embarrassment at being caught, and turned his head naturally, "Is it true that you are a lunatic? I can't see through it, I can't see through it."

Zhuang Xie looked at Hu Yan sitting cross-legged awkwardly, her body tensed unconsciously, and she was speaking completely out of tune like a chatterbox.

He stood up and took two steps, stood in front of the refrigerator covered with colorful post-it notes written by Cheng Najing, and opened it.

"Hey! Go on!"

Hu Yan heard the sound and saw a parabola thrown towards her, and subconsciously reached out to take it.

A bottle of fat house happy water.

"Tsk! What are you doing! I don't drink this high-sugar garbage."

Zhuang Xie opened a bottle of distilled water himself, raised his head and took a sip.

"You need something sweet at this time. Sweets can relax your mood. I don't have any, so I'll make do with this. This is the advice of a senior lunatic."

"Tch!" Hu Yan sneered, then threw the can in his hand on the sofa and turned away.

He closed the lid of the distilled water and placed it on the top of the refrigerator. Zhuang Xie took the key and changed his shoes at the door.

"I'm going to buy something, don't go crazy."

Before Zhuang Xie went out, he looked at Hu Yan's side face as he turned away, shook his head and said nothing.

He didn't know why he did these unnecessary things. Maybe he saw the shadow of his past in Hu Yan at this time.

That kind of disgust towards madmen and doubt about oneself seems familiar.

At that time, the person who was doing these seemingly unnecessary things to him was named Cheng Najing.

Perhaps what Zhuang Xie, who had always felt that he was as hard as a rock, didn't know was that in more than ten years of being together, Cheng Najing had unknowingly softened a part of him.

...

"Bang!"

The loud sound of the door closing seemed to remind someone.

Hu Yan, who had turned his face away, heard the noise, fluttered his eyelashes, and turned his head to look at the door as if nothing had happened to confirm that Zhuang Xie had gone away.

She reached for the bottle of Feizhai Happy Water that was leaning to the side, picked it up and looked at it for a moment, then pulled the tab.

"Bah!"

A stream of white foam came out, covering Hu Yan's hand.

Gan!

On Hu Yan's face, his nose opened and closed rapidly. After shaking off his hand, he raised his hand and took a deep sip.

The stimulating taste of carbonated drinks stimulates the taste buds with the sweet caramel flavor.

So sweet.

After taking another gulp.

"Hiccup~~"

A long burp