Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 279

After sending the other members of the guild away, Wen Jianyan returned to her room again.

He threw himself onto the bed, buried his head deep in the soft pillow, and there was a rare look of tiredness between his brows and half-exposed face.

""

Ah, so tired.

He just left the high-pressure and difficult team book, and he was tossing between two terrifying beings who could crush him to death at any time. As long as he made a little mistake, he might be doomed. After all this, his The spirit has been tense to the extreme

Even after entering the Nightmare Live Room, it is rare to have such a limit state.

very tired.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes slowly.

The eyelids gradually became heavy, and the vision became blurred little by little, and finally collapsed.

Soon, even breathing sounded in the dimly lit room.

He fell asleep.

When people are too tired, their dreams are often bizarre.

It was like being stuck in a bottomless quagmire, sinking coldly and slowly, without any way to stop it.

Broken images, unfamiliar scenes, blurred faces... It was like a kaleidoscope that was shattered, and finally chaotically stirred everything, mixed with blood, screaming, and howling.

Until darkness spreads from the corners in all directions, swallowing all the pictures and replacing them.

A pair of golden pupils burned in the darkness, silently watching their prey.

The sharp teeth gnawed into the flesh, and the cold palms and shadows swam.

They are very close.

It's not like hugging, but it's like fighting for life and fighting each other endlessly.

Amid the chaos, he prevailed.

The weak prey crushes the savage predator to the ground.

He stared directly at the ferocious beast under his palm, his fingers digging deep into the opponent's throat, trembling, and slowly tightening.

The blade is deep in the flesh, and the soft touch of the flesh is wrapped around the fingers.

The blood gushed, the heart was beating wildly, and the adrenaline continued to soar like a roller coaster, bringing Tao Tao's excitement.

Perhaps because it was in a dream, pain, fear, hatred... all negative emotions were left behind and became light and insignificant.

Covered up by these emotions, something deeper and less perceptible emerges...

Almost pleasure.

When human beings are in a life-threatening situation, they will easily crave sex and contact. This is biological instinct, and the genes engraved in DNA crave inheritance.

What a joy.

How loud.

What a joy.

The desire for victory and dominance overwhelms everything.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred.

Wen Jianyan felt that his jaw was forcibly pried open, and blood as thick as molten gold was poured into his throat, hot as magma, and water as cold as cold iron, burning his throat, esophagus, and abdominal cavity, and he couldn't breathe. The mouth and nose are full of cold and thick bloody taste.

He heard the familiar low voice ask—

"how is the taste?"

"—!"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and opened her eyes suddenly.

"Didi-di-di-di-"

The alarm clock on the bedside table beside him rattled wildly, making a harsh, high-pitched sound, beating wildly in his ear, causing his temples to suddenly swell and ache.

"Noisy."

Wen Jianyan raised her heavy eyelids, raised her hand with difficulty, leaned over, and fumbled to turn off the alarm clock.

The silent alarm clock stood quietly by the bedside, flashing a faint blue light in the dim light.

Wen Jianyan rubbed her sore shoulders and neck and glanced up.

After all, he had slept for twelve hours.

Sleeping a little too long made him a little groggy.

Moreover, Wen Jianyan has a headache now because she forgot to dry her hair before falling asleep.

The body seemed to fall apart, and all the bones and muscles were screaming, as if to protest his overuse.

"Um..."

He raised his hand to hold his throbbing temple, frowned, and groaned in pain.

His hair was messed up in all directions, like an unruly weed. Due to his restless sleeping position, his T-shirt had become wrinkled, and the edges were rolled up, revealing a small part of it. On the abdomen, under the dim light, the small piece of skin was white and dazzling, smooth and smooth, and the scarlet incantation had completely disappeared, leaving no trace.

So sad.

Mingming had just taken a shower before going to bed, and after a good night's sleep, he sweated again and became sticky.

During the drowsiness, the dream just appeared inadvertently in my mind.

""

Wen Jianyan was stunned, then raised her hand subconsciously and touched her throat.

When the golden blood poured into his mouth, the terrifying burning sensation still seemed to linger in his throat, and even now that he had woken up, he still felt heart palpitations.

blood.

In some cultures, blood represents life and soul.

At the beginning, Wen Jianyan awakened Wu Zhu with his own blood, and after that, the other party unabashedly expressed his desire for his blood.

And the words that appeared on the kraft paper—

"With the blood of the gods, feed the giant snake".

So....what if a human being was fed the blood of a god?

Before that, he didn't have the time, nor was he subconsciously unwilling to think about this issue, but, like the elephant in the room, whether Wen Jianyan thought about it or not, this hidden danger would always exist and would not disappear because of it. .

Wen Jianyan didn't know what would happen to him who swallowed the blood of the Heretic God...

Of course, the kraft paper may know, but Wen Jianyan has not decided whether to use up a precious number of questions for it.

The picture in the dream appeared clearly in front of my eyes, and the smell of blood seemed to fill the mouth and nose.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and a dignified and worried look flashed across her eyes.

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, stretched out his hand, and subconsciously touched his waist down, close to his hip bone.

The skin was smooth and clean, and the scarlet brand seemed to have never appeared.

——It has indeed disappeared.

After confirming this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Great.

It seemed that the dream just now was just a dream.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and wiped her face, throwing away the distracting thoughts in her mind.

He turned over to get out of bed, but as soon as he moved, he seemed to feel something...

Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped immediately.

"..."

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes slowly moved down, and he quickly glanced up at the messy quilt around his waist.

"…….…….…….…….……."

He looked back.

His face did not change, and he remained calm.

Um.

It's just a normal physiological condition.

After all, he is also an adult with normal needs, but after entering the nightmare, he has no chance to fall in love at all, and he has no time or energy to find a bed partner that he likes. , if this kind of thing doesn't happen, he should doubt himself.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the dream just now.

It has nothing to do with the content of the dream just now!

Wen Jianyan's face was expressionless, and after analyzing it rationally, he quickly lifted the thin quilt, jumped out of bed, and plunged into the bathroom.

The faucet is turned on, and hot water spews out.

Wen Jianyan stood under the nozzle, raised her hand vigorously and washed her face.

The short-lived embarrassment had disappeared. He brushed the wet hair behind his head with one hand, lowered his head, and subconsciously glanced at the Ouroboros ring on his other hand.

"..."

A thought popped into his mind without warning.

I have to say, Wu Zhu learned well.

Although the... strange feeling in the process is stronger, but the sensory impact is doubled, and it is false to say that you have not enjoyed it.

For an extreme hedonist like Wen Jianyan, who takes "just in time" as his benchmark in life, in general, he doesn't hate anything that makes him happy.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and wiped her face, wiping the water droplets from her face, her brows and eyes were reddish with hot water, and the tails of her eyes were slightly raised, like a feline that stretched out her body, and her eyes seemed moistened. Water, hooked, languid and inattentive, doesn't seem to try to hide its essence.

He tilted his head.

Um……

An eight out of ten is always enough.

If it is a commodity, probably to the extent that he would be willing to repurchase.

Wen Jianyan simply took a shower, changed clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

After a bath, he basically forgot what happened just now.

Wen Jianyan sat on the bed and took out his mobile phone. As soon as the screen was turned on, the content of the letter sent to the mobile phone appeared in front of him again.

...a secret council?

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

Before that, he thought that he had come into contact with a high-level anchor in Nightmare, but today, it seems that everything is not like this.

He was completely unfamiliar with the name [Secret Council]. It had never appeared even once in Wen Jianyan's previous social life, and there was no trace left on the forum. It could almost be said to be Completely "non-existent".

There is only one possibility.

...not enough levels.

Wen Jianyan rubbed the edge of the phone thoughtfully.

Although he was skilled in various high-level occasions before, dealing with different guilds and anchors, but during this process, there was a group of people he had never contacted from beginning to end, and that was the senior senior anchor of Nightmare among the top ten.

They tend to be very low-key and rarely appear in public—to be precise, in those places that most streamers have access to.

Among these ten anchors, so far, Wen Jianyan has only contacted one of them in the copy, and that is the seventh-ranked Tangerine Candy. Except for her, the other nine people are almost completely to him. strangeness.

And after his total number of points became eighth in the overall ranking, the invitation to the "Secret Council" was quickly sent to his mobile phone. This is definitely not a coincidence, it is very likely... This existence is limited to the top ten. Knowing that, because of this, he had never heard of a similar name before and collected any relevant information.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand, covered her eyes with the back of her hand, and exhaled slowly.

Once again, he affirmed that he had made the right choice.

Even after all this time.... the secrets within the Nightmare are still only a few more.

Like an iceberg buried deep under the sea, most streamers can only touch the part above the sea, and they don't know the whole picture of the nightmare. Here, only if the level is high enough, can you touch enough and dive deep enough.

This is a huge object with a complex structure. As a last resort, the person trapped in it, even he, can only glimpse its scales and corners occasionally, but cannot see the whole picture.

Breaking the contract with Wu Zhu is not only for freedom, but also for the ownership of his soul.

More because of fear.

Give the power to the evil god Le, and let him use the mechanical serenity-like ability to destroy such an existence that does not know the whole picture, not to mention whether it can be successful, even if it succeeds, it may bring more terrifying disasters, even destruction. sexual result.

not to mention……

No one can guarantee that after replacing Nightmare, Cthulhu's Reign will be a better choice.

Ability God can never be trusted.

Human beings can only rely on themselves if they want to be saved.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and glanced at the information on her phone again.

——There are less than three hours left before the invitation to the secret council.

He might have to get ready and set off quickly.