Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 275

Wen Jianyan leaned back a little, as if he didn't mind the fact that his front was wide open, his limbs were relaxed and lazy, letting the bright red cloth flow down.

"Of course. "

He suddenly smiled.

"We have a lot of time. "

He straightened up slightly, put his arms around Buzhu's shoulders, stared at his eyes that were close at hand, and gently wiped off the warm blood remaining at the corners of the other's lips with his fingertips, the amber eyes were bottomless , with a deep smile:

"Then why are you in a hurry?"

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

The frivolity and slack he is showing now doesn't even have the slightest bit of pretense.

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

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

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

As long as Wu Zhu is released from the fragments sealed in the bronze mirror, his strength will be greatly enhanced, and he may even fight against the nightmare...

How could Nightmare allow this to happen?

But, most incredible of all, it allowed it, accepted it with resignation.

Even after Wen Jianyan released the shards of the witch candle from the bronze mirror and returned to the dungeon, there was no reaction—you must know that at that time, the Changsheng Building had not completely escaped from the control of the nightmare. Nightmare still has the highest control, the live broadcast is not disconnected, all props can be used, Nightmare can completely interrupt all this, even if Wu Zhu has obtained some important power, but as long as "he ", Wen Jianyan, the only human being that this alien **** cares about, with the object of love born for the first time in tens of thousands of years, will definitely have a chance to come back.

but…

it doesn't.

The succubus let everything happen.

If it were someone else, they might really think that Nightmare was already at a disadvantage, and even unable to fight against Wu Zhu...

However, Wen Jianyan was different.

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

More importantly...he is too good at it, and he is too used to confronting enemies who are several times stronger than himself. Otherwise, Wen Jianyan would not choose the path he is currently stepping on, and at the same time fight against the gods and the succubus. Wandering and turning between two terrifying existences that could crush and crush him at any time, he talked sweetly and double-faced.

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

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

why nightmare doesn't do anything

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

There was no trust from the beginning.

Otherwise, it would not take the initiative to send the most perfect bait, promising him "undead in the next instance", but at the same time maliciously manipulating "fortune" in the first three floors to guide him step by step. Go to the "fifth floor" from the painting on the third floor—as long as you enter the fifth floor from here, even if you are immortal, you will be left in the copy forever, as a substitute for the female corpse in red, and blended with the Changsheng Building One.

However, the appearance of Wu Zhu caused the Dream Demon's plan to go wrong, but in a sense, it greatly increased the importance of Wen Jianyan in the whole plan.

The evil **** now cares too much about a human life - even if he may not realize it himself.

Therefore, this human being can no longer be used and immediately discarded as before.

How to use a disobedient but overly valuable chess piece

An unpredictable smile flitted across his lips, like a ripple on the lake surface raised by the breeze.

Wen Jianyan embraced the other person's shoulder with one hand, then turned around from the other person's embrace with one hand, separated her knees, and knelt down in front of the other person.

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

Golden eyes, black hair, a handsome face that is almost frightening, strange runes all over the pale skin, and dark lines meandering, like Zhixi growing from under the skin and feeding on flesh and blood. Under the skin that is too similar to human beings is a heterogeneous evil species that has no half resemblance 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 cold hair like running water, and rubbed the other's long hair and the back of the neck with soft fingertips, stroking each other, intimate, meticulous, and full of patience.

Wen Jianyan moved closer again, and gently touched the other party with the tip of his nose, as if away from each other.

"Close your eyes. "

A soft grunt overflowed from his throat, like a lover's whisper, or a mother's whisper of love.

As if bewitched, Wu Zhu obeyed his order.

Wen Jianyan pressed her lips together, rubbed them gently, and slowly sucked the other person's beautifully contoured lower lip, skillfully, gently and skillfully.

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

However, contrary to the eager and frantic movements, the expression in Wen Jianyan's eyes was calm and scary.

How to tame a useful but untamable pawn

Throw it into a corner, cut off all hope, and then... throw it a thin spider's 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 that.

The cold pale fingertips fell into the void.

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

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, and a mocking smile flashed across his eyes.

... voila.

The fingertips landed on the icon in the void, and in the next second, Wen Jianyan's eyes blurred, and Wu Zhu, who 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... Zizi... This place exists independently of the scope of time and space. When it is opened, the external space will no longer flow, and the authority is above everything else. And... Zizi... and it can only last for three minutes. Please host... Zizi... Use your time wisely. "

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes again, with a flustered look on his face, like a small insect trapped in a glass, hitting the heavy quilt wall with his body, manic and nervous: "Hey, Hey! System, don't pretend to be dead, tell me what to do! Otherwise, I'm going to become a **** believer of that evil **** forever! Hey...hey!"

"Please! I can do anything!"”…”

There is always a dead silence around my ears.

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

good.

The expression on Wen Jianyan's face calmed down.

It has already reached this point, there is no need for the succubi to be a riddler anymore, there is only one possibility for it not to respond—

That is it cannot respond.

It seems that after losing the control of [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 It is even more powerful than ever before, and the Nightmare dare not blatantly transmit its own signal in. Then, there is a high probability that it is an empty box, and the voice just now was recorded in advance.

That would be easy.

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

He took out a legendary item from the copy of [Ping An Sanatorium], a piece of tattered and very old parchment.

It is derived from the Ability God product that created the Ouroboros. It can answer the three questions of the user. This skill is not terrifying. Among the many dungeons that need to explore the rules, it can almost be regarded as an exceptional existence.

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

"One soul, three questions. "

It is conceivable that such an unconventional item cannot be without any restrictions on its use. Like other items, it will be refreshed every time it is entered into a dungeon. However, its requirements are still completely beyond Wen Jianyan's imagination...

It takes one soul to exchange three questions

Where did he get his soul from?

Do you want to deceive and kidnap people?

Therefore, this matter has been shelved indefinitely.

Until the copy of [Changsheng Building].

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

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

really.

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

That's why he proposed a deal to Tangerine Candy to get Musen's cloth bag.

The Nightmare live broadcast room opened a back door for the oracle and granted privileges.

At first, Wen Jianyan thought that this privilege was given to the oracle's anchor with two talents, but as time went by, he overturned this idea. The reason is that Musen has never put away the cloth bag.

No matter whose talent it is, it can be put away at any time after use. Wen Jianyan's apple seedlings have never been taken into reality from the very beginning. Only Musen is different. From their first From the beginning of the meeting, this small cloth bag has always been hung on his waist and has never been put away.

—And in Nightmare, even props can be put away.

But this cloth bag is not allowed. 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 this moment.

Why do all the anchors receive a unique and customized newborn gift after entering the Dream Demon live broadcast room? To be able to get a piece of your own, unique talent.

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

And...why after using the talent, the host's body will bear different degrees of pain, the more powerful the talent, the higher the negative effect, and the extraordinary talent like orange candy, after using it, the body age will also shrink

Blocks of wood were engulfed in brown 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 slightly suffocated.

His guess was confirmed.

First of all, the so-called "talent" is actually the concretization of the anchor's soul, not a "newbie gift from the system". The cost is low, and will change according to talent attributes and frequency of use.

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

Instead, let them "make" the anchor into props.

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

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

Because they didn't intend to let Su Cheng survive from the beginning, but to make him a tool that can be sacrificed and used at any time, so they can't let any "teammates" follow into the guild, otherwise it will increase unnecessary risk.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

Wen Jianyan quickly collected his scattered thoughts. Lifting his head, he quickly glanced at the countdown in the void.

He has other, more important things to do.

There is only one minute left before the space collapses.

He picked up the brown paper and asked a question.

In the next second, lines of small and fine characters appeared on the kraft paper, and Wen Jianyan's eyes rolled, his eyes were like lightning, and he quickly scanned all the content on the paper.

There is half a minute left before the space collapses.

Wen Jianyan rolled up the kraft paper and put it back into his backpack, then 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, a white light flashed in front of Wen Jianyan's eyes, and he found himself back to 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 drooped, casting deep shadows on his pale marble face, and his fearsome, animal-like golden eyes were covered, and at this moment, it seemed a bit inconsistent with his appearance. Wen Liang.

Yes, that kiss.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and deepened the kiss affectionately.

The subtle sound of water entangled with lips and tongue resounded, and everything seemed harmonious, sweet, intimate and beautiful.

Then-

The wrist was flipped, the knife was bright and cold, and in the next second, a rusty brass knife was mercilessly stabbed deep into the back of the man with a forceful momentum.

That's right, brass knives.

This is the purpose of Nightmare in the first place.

That's why it was necessary for Wen Jianyan to enter the fifth floor.

The female corpse 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 for the purpose of "sealing evil spirits".

A weapon that can truly kill gods.

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

Wu Zhu's eyes widened, his pupils constricted suddenly.

The surrounding darkness rolled and roared like an ocean, and for the first time a look of astonishment appeared on that overly handsome face.

A trembling, happy smile passed over the young man's lips.

The amber eyes are full of intimacy and tenderness, hot and sweet like melted syrup, like ice that can melt everything.

He poked out the tip of his tongue, licked the other person's lower lip with endless interest, and bit it lightly, playfully, without even putting in much effort, just leaving a shallow tooth mark.

"Does it hurt?"

he asked lovingly.

This time, it's not a scalpel.

It is a knife that is truly deadly, prepared for the horror of non-human beings.

This was the first time Wen Jianyan could actually hurt him.

even…

kill him.

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

Cruel, cruel, merciless.

The icy golden blood trickled down, and the vitality flowed crazily from the divine body, rolled and dissipated—

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

The smile on Wen Jianyan's face deepened.

Like sugar wrapped in poison, flowers with thorns, teasing, colorful, and deadly.

The collar of the scarlet wedding dress was loosely open, exposing a large expanse of fair skin, and he didn't try to cover it up, but unscrupulously showed off his terrifying beauty with a sharp blade.

"Thank you, I am really happy. "

The young man lowered his eyes, lightly licked the corner of the other's pale and transparent lips, and his voice was so soft that it could drip water.

He has soft and gorgeous fur, a gentle and harmless appearance, and he sticks to your feet and hands docilely, rubbing intimately, coquettishly, revealing his soft belly to you, offering loyalty, trust, and body , to complete tasks for you, to do everything you want him to do just to please you.

He is an unfamiliar wild cat, an untamed wolf, and a poisonous snake that cannot be warmed.

Just wait until the moment your defenses let go.

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

"But, everything is over. "

His voice was like a sigh, light and soft, and so was the smile on his face, like grass growing wildly in spring, sweet and slightly astringent, even with a bit of innocence and shyness:

"Goodbye, my dear Father God.

" Wen Jianyan said.

what about humans

As long as he wanted to, he could kill gods with a mortal body.

Chapter end