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Wen Jianyan's body leaned back for a while, as if he didn't mind his open front, his limbs relaxed and lazy, letting the bright red cloth flow down.

"certainly."

He suddenly laughed.

"We have a lot of time."

He straightened up a little, raised his hand and wrapped his arms around Wuzhu's shoulder, stared into his close eyes, lightly rubbed the warm blood from the corner of the other's lips with his fingertips, and the amber eyes were bottomless. , with a little deep smile:

"Then why are you in a hurry?"

The complete opposite of the passive just now...Wen Jianyan's heart is still at the moment.

The frivolity and slackness he is showing now doesn't even have the slightest camouflage.

Because the development of things is too much in line with his expectations.

Entering the fifth floor of [Prosperity Building], this is the common order of the Nightmare System and Wu Zhu, but the desires of the two are tit for tat, and it can even be said that they run counter to each other.

Facts have proved that on the fifth floor of the [Prosperity Building], the fragments sealed in the bronze mirror are very important, and may even be related to Wu Zhu's most original power - the bottomless terrifying darkness.

As long as the fragments sealed in the bronze mirror are released for Wu Zhu, his strength will be greatly enhanced, and he may even rival the Nightmare Chamber...

How could Nightmare allow this to happen?

But, most incredible of all, it allowed, resignedly to accept that fact.

Even after Wen Jianyan released the fragments of the witch candle from the bronze mirror and returned to the dungeon, there was no response - you know, at that time, the Prosperity Building had not been completely controlled by the nightmare. After getting out of the middle of the game, Nightmare still has the highest control, the live broadcast is not disconnected, all props can be used, Nightmare can completely interrupt all of this, even if Wu Zhu has gained some important power, but as long as there is "he" , Wen Jianyan, the only human being that the Ability God cares about, and the object of love that was born for the first time in the past ten thousand years, will definitely have a chance to turn around.

but……

It doesn't.

The Dream Demon let everything happen.

If you were someone else, you might really think that Nightmare has fallen behind, and you can't even fight against Wu Zhu...

However, Wen Jianyan was different.

As a liar, his only weapon is his tongue, and his only defense is his brain.

More importantly... He is too good at it, and is too used to confronting enemies that are several times stronger than himself, otherwise, Wen Jianyan would not choose the path he is now, and at the same time be enemies of Ability God and Dream Demon. , wandering and turning between two terrifying beings who can crush themselves at any time, rhetoric and double-edged swords.

The more powerful and terrorist organizations are, the more cunning and vicious they are.

If you want to deceive them and take a bite of meat from them, you must be ten times more cunning and ten times more vicious than them.

Why does Nightmare do nothing?

Because it doesn't trust Wen Jianyan's "defection".

Never trusted from the beginning.

Otherwise, it will not take the initiative to send the most perfect bait, promising him "not to die in the next instance", and maliciously manipulate "fortune" in the first three floors, guiding him step by step from the third floor. The painting goes to the "fifth floor" - as long as you enter the fifth floor from here, even if you don't die, you will be left in the copy forever, as a substitute for the red woman's corpse, and integrated with the Prosperity Building.

However, the appearance of the witch candle made Mengmo's plan go wrong, but, in a sense, it greatly increased the importance of Wen Jianyan in the entire plan.

The evil god is now too concerned about a human life - even if he may not realize it.

Therefore, this human being can no longer be thrown away after being used as before.

For a disobedient, but too valuable piece, how should it be used?

An unpredictable smile swept across his lips, like a ripple on the surface of the lake lifted by the breeze.

Wen Jianyan put one hand on the other's shoulder, then with a force, she turned from the other's embrace, spread her knees, and knelt down in front of the other's body.

He lowered his head and looked down at the other person's face.

Golden eyes, black hair, a handsome face that is almost intimidating, strange runes all over the pale skin, the dark lines meandering, like a branch that grows from under the skin, feeding on flesh and blood. Beneath that skin that is too similar to human beings is an alien evil species that is not even half similar to human beings.

Driven by primitive desires, there is no reason, no emotion, and no basic moral bottom line.

Warm fingers slowly inserted into the water-cold hair, and rubbed the other person's long hair with soft finger pulps, the back of the neck, and stroked down, intimate, meticulous, and full of patience.

Wen Jianyan got closer again, and touched the other person with the tip of her nose softly, as if at a distance.

"Close your eyes."

Gentle murmurs spilled out of his throat, like a lover's whisper, like a mother's whisper of love.

As if being bewitched, Wu Zhu obeyed his orders.

Wen Jianyan put her lips on it, rubbed it gently, and slowly sucked the other person's beautifully contoured lower lip, skillful, gentle, and skillful.

His other arm was placed on Wu Zhu's shoulder, his fingertips were hanging in the void, and in a place where the other party couldn't see, he frantically pressed the gray live broadcast room pattern that only he could see.

However, contrary to the urgent and crazy action, the expression in Wen Jianyan's eyes was calm and scary.

How to tame a useful but untamed pawn?

Throw it in a corner, cut off all hope, and then... throw it a thin spider silk.

Only in this way will the disobedient chess piece understand who is the master and who is the slave.

At least Wen Jianyan would do it.

Cold and pale fingertips fell into the void.

Suddenly, without warning, the button of the live broadcast room, which had turned gray since the dungeon ended, suddenly lit up, and turned into a bright blue, symbolizing the system going online.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes, and a mocking smile passed from the bottom of her eyes.

... and lo and behold.

The fingertips landed on the icon of the void, and in the next second, Wen Jianyan's eyes flashed, and the witch candle that was hugging and kissing him just now disappeared, and he stood alone in the huge blank space.

The mechanical sound of the system rang in my ears.

"This... zi zi... this place exists independently of time and space. When it is opened, the external space will no longer flow, and the authority is above everything else, and... zi zi... and it can only last for three minutes, please host... ... zi zi ... use your time wisely."

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes again, her face full of panic, like a small insect trapped in a glass, hitting the heavy quilt with her body, manic and nervous: "Hello, hello ! System, don't pretend to be dead, tell me what to do! Otherwise, I'll really be the eternal believer of that evil god! Hey... Hey!"

"Please! I can do anything!""..."

There was always silence in the ears.

No matter how anxious and restless Wen Jianyan's attitude was, the system remained silent, as if it had completely malfunctioned.

it is good.

The expression on Wen Jianyan's face calmed down.

It has already reached this point, and the dream demon has no need to be a riddleman anymore. There is only one possibility that it does not respond-

That is it cannot respond.

It seems that after losing control of the [Prosperity Building], to establish such a "place independent of time and space" here, even a nightmare would be powerless, not to mention, Wu Zhu's current strength is even more. Unprecedentedly powerful, the dream demon dare not blatantly pass in his own signal, then there is a high probability that it is an empty box, and the sound just now was recorded in advance.

That's fine.

Wen Jianyan quickly opened his backpack, where all the props could be used at will.

He took out the legendary item from the copy of [Peace Sanatorium], a tattered, very old parchment.

It is a product of the Ability God that created the Ouroboros, and it can answer the three questions of the user. This skill can be said to be terrifying. Among the many copies that need to explore the law, it can almost be regarded as an exceptional existence.

However, after the last dungeon ended, Wen Jianyan took it out for observation, to see if it could give some answers about the Nightmare Live Room. But... After he opened the kraft paper, he saw that a line of words slowly appeared on the yellowed paper:

"One soul, three questions."

It can be expected that such an unusual item cannot be used without any restrictions. Like other items, it will be refreshed every time you enter a dungeon. However, its requirements are still completely beyond Wen Jianyan's imagination... …

It takes one soul to exchange three questions?

Where does his soul come from?

Are you going to kidnap and deceive people?

So, this matter was put on hold indefinitely.

Until the copy of [Prosperity Building].

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, spread the kraft paper on the ground, and took out a small cloth bag from her pocket. He untied the cloth bag and poured all the small pieces of wood inside on the kraft paper.

The rough and dirty surface of the kraft paper seemed to have turned into an invisible quagmire, and the small black and red pieces of wood slowly fell into it, being swallowed up little by little.

really.

Wen Jianyan moved her stiff fingers, and a thin layer of sweat appeared in her palms unconsciously.

That's why he offered a deal to Tangerine Candy to get Mu Sen's cloth bag.

The Nightmare Live Room opened the back door for the Oracle and gave it privileges.

At first, Wen Jianyan thought that this privilege was to give two talents to the oracle's anchor, but over time, he overturned this idea. The reason is that Mu Sen has never put away the cloth bag.

No matter who's talent is, it can be put away at any time after use. Wen Jianyan's apple seedlings could not be taken into reality from the very beginning. Only Mu Sen is different. Since the meeting, this small cloth bag has always been hanging around his waist and has never been put away.

——And in the nightmare, even the props can be put away.

But this cloth bag cannot. To be precise, the wooden blocks inside cannot be put into the system backpack.

After realizing this, many clues that Wen Jianyan had ignored were connected together at the moment.

Why does the mother host receive a unique, privately-made gift after entering the Dream Demon live broadcast room? Even if they may not even survive the first copy, they will be treated as cannon fodder, but all Everyone can get a unique talent of their own.

Why are all the talents of the anchors customized according to his own "soul quality"?

And...why does the host's body suffer to different degrees after using the talent, the stronger the talent, the higher the negative effects, and the abnormal talent like orange candy, the body age will also shrink after use?

The wooden block was swallowed by the kraft paper.

A line of words slowly emerged from above:

"Dear Wen Jianyan, hello, you can ask me three questions."

really.

Wen Jianyan's breathing was suffocated.

His guess was confirmed.

First of all, the so-called "talent" is actually the embodiment of the anchor's soul, not a "novice gift given by the system". Therefore, the use of talent will be accompanied by additional costs, but some are expensive and some are low. And it will change according to the talent attributes and the frequency of use.

And the back door that the Dream Demon opened to the oracle... is by no means giving the oracle's anchor a second talent.

Instead, let them "make" the anchor a prop.

This is why Oracle is a guild that absorbs prophets, because only the talents of prophets are suitable for being made into props and carrying around.

That's why Su Cheng's request to bring his teammates into the oracle was ruthlessly rejected - even though Wen Jianyan's customs clearance data at that time was already very beautiful, he was rejected without hesitation.

Because they were not prepared to let Su Cheng survive from the beginning, but to make him a tool that can be sacrificed and used at any time, so it is even more impossible to let any "teammates" follow into the guild, otherwise it will increase unnecessary risks.

However, now is not the time to think about that.

Wen Jianyan quickly gathered up his scattered thoughts. Raising his head, he quickly glanced at the countdown in the void.

He has other, more important things to do.

The last minute is left until the space collapse.

He picked up the kraft paper and asked a question.

In the next second, lines of fine characters appeared on the kraft paper, Wen Jianyan's eyes rolled, and the light was like electricity, and he quickly swept all the content on the paper.

Half a minute left before the space collapse.

Wen Jianyan rolled up the kraft paper, put it back in his backpack, took out the props he needed as quickly as possible, and made all the preparations.

In the void, the countdown gradually came to an end.

[5, 4, 3, 2, 1—]

At the moment when the last number ended, white light flashed in front of Wen Jianyan's eyes, and he found himself back at the beginning again.

The man's handsome face was close at hand, and there was a cold and wet touch on his lips.

His eyelashes were drooping, casting deep shadows on his pale marble face, and those fearsome, beastly golden eyes were concealed, and at this moment they seemed a little different from their appearance. Wen Liang.

Yes, that kiss.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and deepened the kiss affectionately.

The subtle, intertwined sound of water sounded, everything seemed harmonious, sweet, affectionate and beautiful.

Then--

The wrist was flipped, the blade was cold and bright, and in the next second, a rusty brass blade was wrapped in a dry force and mercilessly stabbed deeply into the man's back.

That's right, brass knives.

That's what The Nightmare was all about in the first place.

That's why it has to Wen Jianyan to enter the fifth floor.

The corpse of the woman in red on the fifth floor was cut into different pieces and finally sealed in the mirror.

How similar is this to Wu Zhu's experience.

So, what dismembered them in the first place?

Maybe...a knife.

A brass knife - the lotus symbol of the evil bodhisattva is engraved on the handle, which exists precisely to "seal evil spirits".

A real weapon that can kill gods.

A key prop that can subvert everything and change everything as long as it is used properly.

"!"

Wu Zhu's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The surrounding darkness rolled and roared like an ocean, and the overly handsome face showed a look of consternation for the first time.

A trembling, happy smile crossed the youth's lips.

In the amber eyes, full of intimacy and tenderness, it is as hot and sweet as melted syrup, as if it can melt all the hard ice.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the other's lower lip in an indefatigable way, and bit it gently, playfully, without even making much effort, just leaving a shallow tooth mark.

"Does it hurt?"

he asked pitifully.

This time, it's not a scalpel.

It is a truly deadly knife, prepared for inhuman terror.

This is the first time that Wen Jianyan can actually hurt him.

even.……

kill him.

Contrary to his overly gentle tone, the other hand exerted force again, slowly twisted, and rotated to send the deadly blade into the heart.

Cruel, cruel, merciless.

The icy golden blood dripped down, and the vitality flowed wildly from the god's body, rolled and dissipated——

Even though the two had embraced intimately, there was still each other's breath on their lips.

The smile on Wen Jianyan's face deepened.

It's like a flower wrapped in poison, a flower with thorns, intoxicating, rich and deadly.

The collar of the scarlet wedding dress was loose and open, exposing large tracts of fair skin. He didn't hide it, but unscrupulously showed his terrifying beauty with a sharp blade.

"Thank you, I am really happy."

The young man lowered his eyes and gently licked the corners of the other's lips that had become pale and transparent, his voice soft as if dripping with water.

He has soft and gorgeous fur, a gentle and harmless appearance, tamely sticks to your feet, beside your hands, rubs intimately, acts like a spoiled child, shows you his soft belly, and offers loyalty, trust, body , to complete tasks for you, to do everything you want him to do for you just to please you.

He is an unfamiliar wild cat, an untamed wolf, and a poisonous snake that is not hot.

Just wait until your defenses let up.

It will turn around and bite your skin, tear your throat, and eat your flesh.

"But it's all over."

His voice was like a sigh, light and soft, and the smile on his face was the same, like the wild grass growing in the spring, sweet and slightly astringent, even a bit innocent and shy:

"Goodbye, my dear Father God.

" Wen Jian said.

What about humans?

As long as he wants, he can also kill the gods with the body of a mortal.