Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 318 Let's work 3. It's dawn

Sheng Nancheng didn't open his eyes until fifteen days after the dust settled.

He first felt hungry, and then a little sleepy, but his rumbling stomach made it impossible for him to fall asleep.

Then Sleeping Beauty finally opened her eyes.

There was a moment of silence. The little crybaby yawned, propped himself up and slowly sat up from the bed, only to realize something was wrong.

No, how come he is still alive!

The little crybaby opened his eyes wide in fear. He looked at his surroundings. It was good and familiar. This was his bed on Player Island No. 10.

Huh?! He's reborn?! Really?!

The little crybaby began to have wild thoughts, and wondered how he should keep Shi Ge, save He Ge, and then save himself if he was really reborn.

He was thinking so seriously that he didn't even notice Lu Ming pushing the door open.

The person he had been thinking about finally woke up from his deep sleep. Lu Ming squeezed the glass with his hand and broke it into pieces.

He suddenly realized that this was a horror game, and his ability was so high that breaking a glass was nothing.

But the noise startled the person on the bed. Sheng Nancheng turned around and saw Lu Ming in a daze with only one thought in his mind.

No, where was he reborn into? Why is his boyfriend so thin?

"Bitter face." Sheng Nancheng spoke, his throat was extremely dry, and he coughed uncomfortably: "What's wrong? Is the cup not solid?"

Lu Ming pursed his lips and said with difficulty: "My ability value reached 106 after everyone thought you were dead."

The little crybaby understood: "Oh~106."

Still crying: "No?! How much did you say?"

Five minutes later, Sheng Nancheng finally understood everything.

What rebirth? Only a fool would rebirth. He didn’t even die, so there’s no point in being reborn.

Moreover, he was faced with a difficult problem.

After telling Sheng Nancheng what happened, Lu Ming remained silent.

He just stood in front of Sheng Nancheng without saying a word.

"You, you better thank me now!" The crybaby coughed lightly, telling himself that he must learn from his brother's righteousness: "If I hadn't dug out the symbiotic Gu, I would have survived and you would have died! I wouldn't have a boyfriend!"

Lu Ming did not answer. When he carried Sheng Nancheng back, he wanted to beat him up, but looking at his tightly closed eyes, he could do nothing.

I just wondered why I hadn’t woken up yet. I had to wake up. I had to wake up.

Sheng Nancheng was only good at talking. Seeing that Lu Ming didn't say anything, he felt anxious inside. So he pretended to be calm and wanted to give it a try. However, before he could continue to exert force, he saw a drop of water suddenly fall down, and Sheng Nancheng was shocked.

Lu Ming cried.

Bitter face, his facial expression has never changed for thousands of years, and now he is crying?!

“You, don’t cry…” Sheng Nancheng lost his confidence. He held up Lu Ming’s face and looked at that tearful face helplessly: “Don’t cry. If you are really angry, can you hit me twice? Don’t cry, you bitter face… Don’t cry, it hurts me to see you.”

"So you feel heartache too." Lu Ming choked up, as if he wanted to tell Sheng Nancheng all his grievances: "Do you know, do you know that I came back just to die with you?! Sheng Nancheng, I hate you so much, you left me so decisively, who do you think I am?"

"Stop crying." The crybaby coaxed carefully. His eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry. "Listen to me, I really didn't want to abandon you. I just wanted you to live."

"I'm alive, and then what?" Lu Ming stared at Sheng Nancheng with tearful eyes: "Will I never be able to forget your resolute look in the next year, ten years, or even my whole life?"

The crybaby pursed his lips: "Well, no, it's just that, can you find another one..."

Sheng Nancheng’s voice became smaller and smaller. Finally, he couldn’t help crying and hugged Lu Ming: “No, no, no! You can’t!”

"You regret it so quickly." Lu Ming chuckled. He also hugged the crying baby tightly, took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Sheng Nancheng, this time, I have to die with you."

The answer he got was his crying baby's hungry stomach protesting. The good atmosphere was ruined and the two of them couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It was late at night when Crybaby woke up. No one was in the living room, so Lu Ming went to the kitchen to cook for him. The two of them chatted and laughed. Crybaby then realized that his brother was still angry and had not reconciled with his brother-in-law.

Crybaby's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Lu Ming and asked cautiously, "You..."

Lu Ming: “Heh.”

Crybaby: ...

Okay, okay, just learn from his brother. Once Lu Ming learns from him, he won’t say a word. In the end, Lu Ming will have to coax him quietly!

Besides, it was his idea!

He wanted to die!

He was the one who set the explosion!

If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have won!

Then all the previous efforts would be in vain!

His brother Shi is already dead! He has to take his brother with him!

The crybaby became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. In the end, he didn't even eat, curled up into a ball, and sobbed and cried.

When Lu Ming saw that something was not right, he hurried to comfort the baby, but it didn’t work after he tried to comfort her in a humble manner for two hours. In the end, the baby only let him take her back because she was tired of crying.

Lu Ming was both angry and amused, but he couldn't bear to be aggressive, so he could only be quiet and coax the other person.

There's nothing we can do. He is indeed a bit fierce. I'll just try to coax him. As long as he's still here, that's enough.

2:55 AM Player Island Time.

He Feng dreamed of a sea of ​​blood.

The dead men grabbed his ankles and dragged him to the deep sea.

The feeling of drowning gripped his neck wave after wave, and He Feng couldn't open his eyes.

He watched the light disappear bit by bit, watched himself fall into darkness, and saw Shen Zishu chained in the abyss.

Shen Zishu's chest was still and his face was pale. He was dead.

"Go home, go home..."

"Be good? Be good!"

Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes. He Feng, who almost drowned in a nightmare, was held in Shen Zishu's arms and cried silently.

He couldn't muster any strength and couldn't utter a word. He could only let Shen Zishu check him over and over again.

He Feng felt terrible about himself.

This nightmare has been tormenting him since it was all over. In the beginning, he was just being dragged down and down, but now, he saw Shen Zishu drowning in the darkness.

He suddenly wanted to slap Shen Zishu.

"Are you feeling better?" Shen Zishu's face was full of worry. He carefully held the young man in his arms and brushed away his sweat-soaked hair: "Tell me about it, okay?"

He Feng regained some strength. He raised his hand firmly and hit Shen Zishu on the face, but the force was so weak that it was just like a scratch by a kitten. It didn't hurt or cause any damage.

There was a smile on Shen Zishu's lips, but the smile suddenly disappeared the next moment.

"Shen Zishu, you knew from the beginning that you and your life would stay here, so you started to feel sad a long time ago, right?" He Feng's voice was a little choked but very sure: "Why don't you say you love me forever now? Are you afraid?"

The resentment of the gods condensed into substance and hit Shen Zishu's heart: "Don't you dare say that you cried so many times because you knew this ending? Don't you dare say that you love me so much because of this ending? Don't you dare say that you don't know that we may never meet in this life? You don't dare. For fifteen days, you never dared to mention it."

"You knew you had to stay here, so you've been sad and grieving about this ending for a long time. You had so many opportunities to confess, but you didn't. Did I know about the me in the circular highway? But you covered my mouth, Shen Zishu, you fucking calculated all this."

"Shen Zishu, you are a liar. You told me that you would go to see my parents together, and told the people you met in the hospital that you would celebrate victory with me. You have been lying to me all along."

"I want you to never let go of my hand, Shen Zishu, you broke your promise."

Shen Zishu had no words to refute. He could only hold the young man tightly in his arms and pray that God would not abandon him.

The two fell silent. Facing these questions, Shen Zishu was like a criminal waiting for judgment, quietly and resignedly waiting for the result.

The influence of the nightmare completely subsided, and He Feng finally regained all his strength. He thought, this nightmare should finally end.

So the god stood up and grabbed the believer by the collar, and when the other person was feeling uneasy, he spoke.

"Give me your entire life as compensation." He Feng looked extremely serious, even gritting his teeth: "In the future, when you encounter something, don't think about how you are going to handle it first. Ancestor, you are my ancestor, and you are the only one left in my family. What's wrong with you letting me stay by your side? What's wrong with me helping you?"

"Honestly, if you dare to let go of my hand again, I think I will kill you." He Feng's tone was full of threats: "I can eat you alive or torn you apart, so don't let go of my hand again..."

The last seven words were pronounced more heavily one after another. Such fierce threats sounded like heavenly music to Shen Zishu's ears, and also like a tranquilizer, calming his restless heart.

The devotee embraced his god, tears welling in his eyes.

Shen Zishu nodded, letting her tears wet the young man's pajamas.

Never let go, never let go again.

Nothing can separate them anymore.

All the hardships have been overcome, they have reached victory and will continue to move forward together.

The believer is the most qualified to touch God. This is his unyielding faith and the light in his life. Why should he not be qualified?

With their fingers intertwined, He Feng took the initiative to offer his lips.

The situation got out of hand.

The moonlight flickered, crushing the foam all over the ground. Clear water droplets rolled on the back, reflecting the flesh color.

He stammered and panted lightly, unable to describe the feeling of the climax, trembling and losing consciousness, unable to savor the afterglow. The fingertips on his shoulders were warm and soft, digging into his skin with just the right amount of force. Zhang Yang continued without saying anything.

The believer completely plucked the forbidden fruit, and he wished he could swallow it into his stomach, like a dragon guarding his treasure.

This is his.

He is the god alone. Relying on the god's preference, he can monopolize the person, taste him at will, and even hide him.

The sun was rising in the sky, and He Feng was too weak to muster any strength. He gritted his teeth and punched Shen Zishu, his voice a little hoarse: "Mr. Chief Carrier, it's seven o'clock!"

"Yeah." Shen Zishu responded casually, lowered his head and kissed He Feng's lips: "It's dawn."