Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 245

Chapter 246

The fourth floor of Changsheng Building.

Between the dim light and the gray fog, the real team battle began.

On the third floor, although the dark fire team lost Wen Jianyan, Qi Qian's talent had also reached the time limit for activation, and with Zhang Yu recovering, the strength of the entire team immediately improved again.

In addition, the shops they got on the third floor were not too difficult. With the full help of the prophet, their team was the one that entered the fourth floor the most.

After entering the fourth floor, they did not open the door of the store with the key immediately. After all, once the door of the store is opened and the oil lamp is lit, the invisible countdown of the instance of [Changsheng Building] will start, and it will fall into the sky in fifteen minutes. Black, kill all the teams that didn't come up, so the gain outweighs the loss.

Therefore, after entering the fourth floor, they did not enter the store eagerly, but stayed in the corridor, squatting and waiting for the arrival of other teams.

Although the combat strength of the Dark Fire team has not been compromised, other teams are not as lucky as they are. They are all more or less dead in the first three floors, although they can still enter with part of their luck and part of their strength. The fourth floor, but it is basically the end of the battle.

On the one hand, the strength is not enough, and on the other hand, Qi Qian's suggestion is really reasonable... After all, in this kind of team competition, if there are a lot of teams coming up, it is necessary to reduce a small team.

Therefore, facing the cooperation proposed by Qi Qian, the other teams did not object.

Although there was a loss of combat power on the orange candy side, thanks to Towen Jianjian, he did not suffer any losses on the most difficult third floor. In addition, the configuration that was already extremely suitable for team battles made the team members With rich combat experience, although the number of people facing him was several times that of his own team, he did not lose the wind.

There was a fresh smell of blood floating in the air, and the smell of killing filled his nose.

Fighting fiercely, although the enemies they faced were all human beings, they were as ruthless as when they were facing ghosts. To be precise, this was the norm in the Nightmare live broadcast room.

Bloody, cold, cruel, in order to protect his teammates, but also for a possible way of life, he did not hesitate to kill other human anchors.

"Prophet, stand back!"

Qi Qian, An Xin and other unarmed Su Cheng protected him in the camp to prevent him from being affected.

Su Cheng stood behind the people, staring fixedly at the rapidly changing battlefield not far away, clenched his fists, in a mess.

I have to say that the orange candy team is indeed worthy of its reputation.

Even in the face of a number of people several times larger than oneself, they can always create chaos in a weird way, stretching the battle line while making surprise attacks. The team members are also very skilled in some special props for pvp. Can get out of battle at all unexpected times.

No, the other anchors are not vegetarian either. They are all experienced. Even if they are not familiar with team battles, they still have a lot of ways to save their lives. It is extremely difficult for the orange candy team to completely reverse the unfavorable situation of the small number of people. The two sides are now entering a difficult tug-of-war, and it will really not end for a while.

However, what really confused Su Chengsi was what Orange Tang said just now.

"She's dead."

Wen Jianyan... is he really dead?

Su Cheng couldn't help clenching his teeth, twisted his knife, and couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction of the orange candy team going upstairs, as if he wanted to use this to confirm a fact...

Suddenly, he froze.

The orange candy team has now entered the fourth floor with all members, and began to fight with other teams, but, for some reason, the corridor leading to the third floor behind them has not disappeared, and is still standing there in darkness.

what happened…?

Unknowingly, the position has changed.

Wen Jianyan bent down high above his head, the veil above his head was askew, hanging on the verge of falling, shaking because of his lowering his head, and the soft corner of the fabric hung over Wu Zhu's face.

In the gaps in the veil, his bright, clear eyes that are almost hard to stare at can be vaguely seen.

"First... this is the first thing to do."

Qing's voice is very low, and the ending is slightly hoarse, as if with a catch hook.

"The movements should be light, shallow, and tentative."

He leaned over.

The lips are close together, caressing gently, not deeply.

The other party seems to be rushed by this innocence, neither serious nor serious, just pure intimacy, like a beast that smells blood and eats, it can't wait to raise its jaw, head up and chase, eager to taste to more.

"no."

Wen Jianyan held down the opponent, like a strict mentor, who was both strong and controlled the whole process step by step, and induced the opponent to enter his own rhythm.

"Don't worry, don't move your teeth."

he ordered.

The human's warm fingers sank into Wu Zhu's icy hair, and in a seemingly gentle but controlling gesture, Wu Zhu asked him to raise his head as he wanted.

"Okay, now put my lower lip in your mouth," soft and low, vague words spilled out from the tight lips, "you can 'lick' and suck, but you can't."

Qing's voice was even lower, mixed with a bit of an intermittent sigh-like sound.

"Yes, that's it."

"The upper lip too."

"Hiss! I told you all, don't bite your teeth!"

In the cold, dark, endless darkness, four paper figurines walked on the winding path, with strange smiles on their stiff and pale faces, and a scarlet paper sedan chair in their hands.

Everything looked so eerie.

"Boom!"

Something heavy hit the inner wall of the paper sedan chair, and there was a dull sound, which caused the whole sedan chair to shake violently.

The paper man carrying the sedan chair on the outside still looks weird and stiff, like a dead thing without any intelligence or life, it just keeps going on the road without knowing or caring about the sedan chair it is carrying What is going on inside. ,

The narrow space inside the sedan chair could not let in any light, it was heavy and oppressive, and there was no sight to penetrate the deep darkness. In it, there was a slight, chaotic panting, the rustling of the cloth rubbing, and Wet the water finely.

By the time he got to the step of sticking out the tip of his tongue, Wu Zhu had almost learned it without a teacher.

Wen Jianyan was still at the top.

His shoulder blades and back were pushed against the car wall, and there was a "boom", and the opponent's cold palm wrapped around his waist, and he half-raised it without any difficulty, forcing the opponent to keep his head down. position, kissing the human lips from bottom to top.

Although still brutal, rough, bumpy, but far more skilled than before, with an undisguised aggression, the sharp teeth scratched the lips, and they were no longer simply gnawed directly, but were skillfully crushed. , Rubbing, sucking, kissing from different angles, greedily absorbing human breath, body temperature, blood, saliva.

As if to **** everything, chew it up, **** it clean, and swallow it.

Although it was just a kiss, Wen Jianyan had the illusion that he was about to be eaten.

Every inch of the soft flesh in the mouth was not released, and the eyes were blackened in bursts, and it was almost impossible to breathe, and the limbs became weak and chaotic.

Oops…

No, have to stop.

"Stop, stop..."

Wen Jianyan turned his face away, trying to stop the other party's gradually going out of line, and sternly stopped.

However, his voice was hoarse, trembling, without any majesty.

In the next second, on Wen Jianyan's exposed neck when he turned his head, wet and cold lips pressed against her, sharp teeth greedily biting, licking and kissing.

The hands around the waist tightened, and they fit closer to each other.

Damn, this guy wants to go on.

And the most important thing is the move he just taught!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, feeling dizzy.

Although Wu Zhu might not really know what he was doing, but...it was obvious that under the control of primitive instinct, he still wanted to continue.

Suddenly, in the midst of the chaos, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something.

The shaking of the paper sedan chair seemed to become less noticeable, as if the paper figurines outside had slowed down, could it be that...

Is the destination almost here?

"Hey, hello!"

Wen Jianyan pulled the other person's hair, pushed the other person's shoulder, and said hastily, "Enough!"

It seems nothing.

Like a hungry beast that finally found a way to enjoy food, the other party sank into this strange territory obsessively, exploring with lips and teeth, fingers and nose tip inch by inch.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Damn it, it's really hard to do this place where there is no meat.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to **** in the darkness, and finally found the lower half of Wu Zhu's face, and covered it with his palm, forcing the other's lips to leave his throat: "You, listen I said."

"This time, this time..."

Wen Jianyan's voice was mixed with panting, and he spoke intermittently with difficulty.

In the darkness, Wu Zhu raised his eyes, a pair of golden red eyes were shining in the darkness, with intoxicated and wild desire, he stared at the human being in front of him dissatisfied, as if he couldn't understand why the other party suddenly Stop your own actions.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, and the veil on top of her head dangled down.

From this angle, Wu Zhu could clearly see the opponent's face hidden under the veil.

Cheeks flushed due to lack of oxygen, under the wet eyelashes, dripping with water, but still clear eyes, he kissed the swollen and crimson lips opened and closed, and the voice was hoarse:

"Wait for the next time."

Wen Jianyan bent down, although he was in a disadvantaged position and was out of breath, but compared with Wu Zhu's current lack of self-control and dizziness, he was far calmer.

He took a deep breath and leaned closer to the other's face.

There was a sloppy smile on his lips, his words were bewitching, and he said lightly:

"Next time, I'll teach you something else."

He stroked the other's cold cheek with his fingertips, and he left as soon as he touched it, with a frivolous and upward tone, implying deep meaning:

"I promise, it will be more fun."

Wen Jianyan returned to the original courtyard.

It was still a dead and cold dark courtyard, the red and white lanterns were shaking in the emptiness, but they were not lit. The doors of the houses on the north and west sides were open, and the faces were pitch black, exuding a gloomy atmosphere. Icy breath.

Wen Jianyan stood at the gate of the courtyard, panting fiercely, the wedding dress on her body disappeared, and she held a candlestick emitting faint light in her hand.

He stared at the strange scene in front of him, but he let out a long sigh of relief.

...Damn it, it was finally released.

If it continues, he doesn't know what might happen next.

He lowered his head and glanced at himself.

After returning to the instance of [Prosperity Mansion], he re-entered the range of Nightmare's ability, and his appearance also recovered, and he became the same as when he entered the instance.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"!!! Ahhhh the anchor is back!"

"So what happened just now? Why did you suddenly disconnect in that barren grave?"

"That's right, the screen goes black, and then there's nothing else. Damn it, can nightmares work? I remember that this live broadcast room seems to be disconnected for the first time, right?"

Wen Jianyan himself did not know the situation in the live broadcast room, even if he knew, he was not prepared to answer the audience's doubts.

"call…"

He raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously.

Regardless, this action gave him a lot of enlightenment, not only about the internal structure of this dungeon, but also closely related to the nightmare and its opposite, the witch candle.

Obviously, Nightmare's level of control over dungeons is not enough. The dungeon of [Prosperity Building] is very special, and there is an existence that both parties want. Therefore, for this dungeon, Nightmare's control is not as strong as before.

And the witch candle...

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, touched his lips that were still hot, and gasped in a "hissy" breath.

No matter, his speed must be faster.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to deal with the current mess.

No, the most important thing to do now is to leave here.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, put aside his unorganized thoughts, and walked towards the room on the west side as quickly as possible with the candlestick emitting a faint light in his hand.

Now, the information he has learned far exceeds that of the host of this dungeon, so he must quickly reconcile with his teammates, pass through the normal channels to the fourth floor, and then enter the fifth floor.

He walked quickly into the room on the west side, and put the unlit red candle on the table into his pocket, and then sat on the medium wooden bed that communicated between the building and the courtyard. The movements are flowing and flowing, very natural, which can be called "plucking the feathers" of a wild goose, leaving no chance for profiteering.

Soon, Wen Jianyan returned to the shop on the third floor.

It was dark and dead, the door of the store was wide open, and outside was the dark staircase leading to the fourth floor.

Fortunately, it seems that the upstairs has not yet entered the "night", and the dungeon has not been judged as dead by itself, so there is still a way for Wen Jianyan to go upstairs.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took a step forward, and walked upstairs.

The candlelight in his hand illuminated Wen Jianyan's face, and the faint flame danced on his face, making his outline more clear and his features beautiful.

A faint light falls on the lips.

The lips were slightly swollen, and there were still blood-stained marks on them,

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Wait, why does the host look so weird?"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"That's right, it's weird anyway!"

"It seems to be true... Is it my illusion? I always feel that the anchor's lips are swollen? Wait, is there a hickey on his neck?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so what happened during the 10 minutes of disconnection!!!"

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