Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 311 Do you know how many years the cloned sheep lived?

"The Favorite of the Goddess of Luck" is completely combined with Qian Youlin's previous talent skill "Gambler", and the characteristics of "Gambler" still exist.

The number one brother on the list still wins every time he gambles, but he still can't gamble on things that are too outrageous, including bringing the dead back to life.

Now that this bet has been established, it means that Sheng Nancheng is not dead.

Qian Youlin burst into tears in seconds, but it was not out loud, it was more like tears of joy.

He shot the monster's head off with one shot, his tone full of joy: "Lawyer, you owe me a kiss now, don't try to run away."

"How could that be?" Qi Guanju chuckled, his words sharpened into a weapon, and "Words become laws" was activated. The monsters that were about to rush up jumped off the building one after another: "I will give you whatever you want."

The top brother on the list is ready to make a move.

Qi Guanju said coldly: "You can also counterattack, as long as you can."

Qian Youlin: …

Who would understand? A certain lawyer was 189cm tall, but he was only 179.6cm, a full 9.4cm difference. He couldn't fight back at all.

Qian Youlin sighed deeply, and his hands moved quickly to reload the sniper rifle. Qian Youlin pulled the trigger without hesitation: "My wish in this life is to succeed once. You know, if you can't get some things, it will become a lifetime regret. As the saying goes, what you don't get when you are young will haunt you for the rest of your life."

Qi Guanju neither denied nor confirmed it.

The main reason was that he always felt that his Pipi regarded this kind of resistance as a kind of interest, and was very happy even if he failed, which even made his waist more weak.

So Qi Guanju did not object, he had the ability to ensure that Pipizi would not succeed.

This is his confidence in himself.

Unsuccessful Pipizi encouraged himself, and each shot could kill a monster, sometimes even three at once.

Qian Youlin couldn't help but sigh when looking at the results he had produced. He was indeed a patron saint of the goddess of luck.

In the center of Player 1 Island Town, the ground had collapsed due to the continuous impact, which made Shen Zhu think of his own life that was about to collapse.

The silver mecha fell from a great height and crashed into the ground, dealing the final blow to the already collapsed ground.

The place where Shen Zhu was hiding appeared in front of He Feng and Shen Zishu. This was the main space where Shen Zhu had stayed for five years.

In fact, the place is very small, with two rooms in total, which only add up to more than 50 square meters. Compared with its status as the master of horror games, it seems a bit shabby.

The steel bars on the ground pierced the body of the mecha. Shen Zhu was unable to move for a while and could only let He Feng and Shen Zishu look at the two rooms.

A very distant memory came to mind, and Shen Zishu inexplicably felt that the layout and specifications looked familiar. He frowned and began to think.

Compared to his memory, there were three fewer rooms, but things like the kitchen, dining room and toilet were things Shen Zhu didn't need, so he didn't bother to get them.

If those three rooms were added, Shen Zishu would see his own home.

The home ten years ago.

At that time, he was his tutor's most proud student and the most talented student, so naturally he was treated the best.

The school specially arranged a dormitory for him, with two bedrooms and two living rooms, which was completely large enough for him to live in. Most of his seniors had started families, so he occupied the entire dormitory by himself and converted one of the bedrooms into a laboratory. Of course, he paid for double accommodation.

The horror game was created bit by bit by him in that laboratory, and the scene of this main space is like the living room of his dormitory and his laboratory.

It seemed as if Shen Zhu had been looking for signs that he had not been abandoned.

It’s a pity that they have long drifted apart, and now they are at war until one death.

The steel bars pierced into his waist and abdomen, destroying the area that controlled movement. The body underwent emergency repairs, and Shen Zhu just lay in the ruins, motionless.

The Creator should have discovered it, but what's the use? Can he let the Creator see what the main space looks like and let the Creator choose him? How is that possible?

This is too bad.

Shen Zhu thought that the movement block had been successfully restarted. He supported himself and sat up from the ground, and with an effort he moved himself away from the steel bar.

He imagined the blood flowing from his abdomen and the pain that could not be ignored. Unfortunately, he could not feel anything. He could only fly away from the ruins and attack He Feng again with the long knife in his hand.

If he relied on force alone, he would be crushed. If he used other skills, they would be completely devoured by the damn flames. It was useless. Shen Zhu thought about it and activated the skill of "raising a tiger to cause trouble" to dress himself.

The same skill, but the anger value is shared. It only goes to He Feng's account, which makes He Feng laugh.

He Feng used the long sword to deflect the tip of the knife, bent backward to avoid the horizontal slash of another long sword, and kicked Shen Zhu out.

The metal mask faded, revealing the young man's beautiful face. He Feng smiled wryly: "Do you know how many years the cloned sheep lived?"

Shen Zhu did not answer. Black and silver mist filled the air, and He Feng's anger value dropped wildly.

He Feng: …:)

Okay, okay, you produce and sell your own products, right? You really know how to reuse.

The fog rolled up into a giant dragon, which opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards He Feng, but was completely blocked by Xiao Jiu, and could not let go at all.

No matter what skill it is, it can't hurt He Feng at all. The savior just stands there, waiting for Shen Zhu's various trials and errors with compassion.

Shen Zhu thought of the Blood Realm, but it was a pity that the Blood Realm had been destroyed, otherwise he could have stuffed He Feng back in.

But since he lost a life, it wasn't too bad for him.

As for those thorns.

That was a plant that the horror game system accidentally discovered in a super-high-level copy with a clearance rate of only 5%. After being irrigated by the blood and souls of the players, it became a plant that no one could get rid of.

It is the best option to put the savior to death.

It’s not that Shen Zhu didn’t have a backup plan, but looking at He Feng and Shen Zishu in front of him, he couldn’t spread the seeds he left behind.

Shen Zhu should be thankful that the thorns on Player Island No. 1 could stop He Feng for five minutes, as at most they could only target other ordinary players.

As long as he spreads the seeds, the savior will not be able to bring all these humans back to the real world.

His restless heart was ready to move, so Shen Zhu could only pick up his knife and fight with He Feng again.

It's hard to describe his mood, he should fight to the death, no matter what method or means he uses, even if he really has to die, he must save as many lives as possible.

But the shouts, one louder than the other, are still echoing in his ears. He still remembers the word "savior" and the angry expressions of the players.

Only at this moment did Shen Zhu realize that human beings could be united in this way.

This inevitably reminded him of Fu Hua, the woman who betrayed He Feng. It's not quite accurate to say it was a betrayal. Fu Hua only helped him stab He Feng, and she did not tell him about the plan to send He Feng away from the horror game, which made Shen Zhu miss the best opportunity.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhu became a little uncertain. What kind of creatures are humans?