Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 69

Chapter 69

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Although I know I shouldn't, I can't control it...! This picture is too harsh, my God!"

"Hastily, what's going on!"

"And the tattoo is equal to the name or something... Ahhhhhhhhh I can't take it anymore, it smells so good! Is this something we can watch without paying? Help!"

"It's just me, I can't help it, I kind of want to... smash cp yet!"

"Fuck, wait for me, I am too! I can't stand my emergency social explosion!"

The man raised his hand, sticking out the tip of his scarlet tongue, elegantly licking the blood from his fingertips.

"No wonder I have such an appetite for you."

He licked the blood off his lips, raised a pair of golden eyes that were burning with hunger, and looked at the human being in front of him as if he was sizing up prey:

"You have a very good soul."

He smiled silently, his scorching eyes swept over the young man in front of him, and added lightly: "And the body."

After hearing the "compliment" from the other party, Wen Jianyan's mind couldn't help but shut down for a second, the words he had just prepared got stuck in his throat, making him speechless for a moment, unable to say anything.

this? ? ?

It's only been a short time since I haven't seen each other, why does the other party seem to be...much more perverted than last time!

At this moment, there was a sound of some stuttering on the wall not far away:

"Father God, who is He, liberated us, made us free, and let us take revenge." It sounds extraordinarily simple, with unquestionable love and reverence for the human being in front of us:

"He liberated your fragments and made you wake up."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

"He is, your human agent, and brought you many, many, new believers and congregants. Although he is a human being, he is the head of your congregation."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Please.

do not talk!

The man narrowed his cold golden eyes, and repeated word for word: "The leader of the congregation."

"If you want, you can check, my memory—"

View memory? !

Do you still think I didn't die fast enough?

Wen Jianyan's back felt cold, and he hurriedly interrupted the wall's behavior of continuously reducing his chances of survival:

"Father God!"

The other party paused and looked up silently.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly and forced himself to calm down:

"actually, I…"

The man hooked his fingers lightly.

Wen Jianyan felt the cold darkness climb up to his neck and cheeks like silk, wrapping round and round tightly, sealing his mouth firmly:

"No no no!"

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened and he tried hard to make a sound, but he could only squeeze out fragmented syllables from his throat.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass! The anchor is over!"

"Ah, ah, the dog liar is really over!"

"Oh my god! The dog liar can't talk anymore!"

"Hahahahahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha is so miserable, but why can't I stop!"

The man withdrew his gaze and looked up at the wall not far away: "Continue."

Next, Wen Jianyan hung limply on the wall, and listened to the relentless praise and admiration from the wall for three minutes with empty eyes.

"Yeah yeah…"

Small and broken sounds sounded from all directions.

"The teacher is so kind."

"The leader said that his words are the words of God the Father. When you were asleep, he conveyed your wishes to us."

"Yes, yes, he said you were sleeping, and nothing could save us but ourselves."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

It's over.

No one left.

This is really gone.

However, during the period of being forced to shut down the microphone, Wen Jianyan noticed some details that he hadn't been aware of before.

This ghost boss, it seems...every dungeon, is getting a little more sober.

In the first copy, the other party had just woken up and could not communicate. He could only "eat" under the control of instinct, his memory was blurred, and his reaction was chaotic. Although he would respond to his lies, he was essentially ignorant.

When the second dungeon met again, the other party's language function had gradually become fluent. Although there was still a lot of common sense missing, he was able to talk and communicate with him.

But this time, the opponent's state is completely different from the previous dungeons.

The logic is clear, every action has a strong purpose, consciously dominates and controls everything around him, and the feeling it brings is more dangerous and uncontrollable.

It's like... a beast slowly coming to its senses.

He has strength and wisdom.

Those two things combined are always the scariest.

Although the opponent was very dangerous in the previous two dungeons, he didn't have much vigilance towards him, a weak human being, and didn't even treat him as an enemy. As long as he operated properly, he could be deceived and manipulated.

but now…

Recalling his operation in the last dungeon, Wen Jianyan thought that this road was basically blocked.

However, that doesn't mean he has no chance of winning.

Or even... quite the opposite.

Only rational people can be persuaded.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her amber eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes, and there was a glimmer of light in the bottom of her eyes.

Finally, the surroundings became quiet again.

The thick darkness descended again, as if blocking out all other voices. The sudden silence dragged Wen Jianyan back from his contemplation. His eyelashes fluttered, and he finally returned to reality. Zhong secretly looked in the direction of the evil spirit.

Suddenly, the darkness that had been surrounding Wen Jianyan suddenly moved.

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened, and he realized that he was being pulled by the darkness, and he drifted towards the man uncontrollably.

"Mmm! Mmm!"

An unspeakable moan escaped from his throat.

The man's palm pressed his waist again, rubbing along the solidified wound.

Soon, the wound burst open again, and scarlet blood slid down along the young man's graceful and firm skin.

The opponent's fingertips were as cold as ice, stained with warm blood, winding upwards slowly, the scarlet color was painted on the young man's firm chest, and finally stopped on the opponent's slender neck.

"Are you the head of my believers?"

The throat under the fingertips is so white and soft, trembling slightly, through the thin, warm skin, you can touch the beating heartbeat.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.

The strong pulse is beating irregularly, fresh and full of vitality.

Under the pressure, the other party's throat trembled unconsciously, rolling flexibly in his palm, bringing a strong itching.

The man lowered his golden eyes, and his aggressive eyes fell on the throat of the human being, as if he could tear the other's throat open in the next second.

He said in a low voice, slowly:

"My leader?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Wen Jianyan blinked desperately, mobilizing any movable joints in the body, expressing a strong intention to speak with body language.

The young man's body is full of heat and vitality, bouncing and rubbing, like a disobedient fish, sparing no effort to show its strong vitality.

The man's golden eyes dimmed involuntarily.

He raised his finger again graciously.

In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt all the restraints on his body disappear in an instant, and the darkness wrapped around his wrists, ankles and lips drifted away.

He suddenly lost weight and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wen Jianyan held her throat and coughed heart-piercingly.

In the pitch-black space, apart from his coughing, there was only a dead silence in his ears.

Finally, slowly, the young man's cough stopped.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked up at the man in front of him: "That's right."

Because of the intense cough just now, his voice is still a little hoarse, with a gritty texture: "I am indeed the head of your believers, the head of your sect."

The man lowered his golden eyes, staring at the young man at his feet without sadness or joy.

"I don't know how long you have been sealed, but I have accomplished more things in less than three days than you have been sleeping for a hundred years."

The young man looked up at him without hesitation, and said in a hoarse voice: "Not only did I liberate your original soul from the first mirror, I also unsealed your soul fragments from Granny Wen's suppression, I rescued your believers and expanded your congregation at least twice!"

"You are a god, but you are a sealed god."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said disrespectful words: "I guess, your soul should not be completely freed from the seal yet?"

"Or, have not collected all the fragments yet?"

The young man raised his shiny black eyelashes, which were wet with tears, his eyes were filled with fragile water because of the cough just now, the corners of his eyes were reddish, and his fair chest was covered with scars.

He smiled briefly:

"You won't find a Pope more useful than I am."

"Yes, I am not religious enough."

"But what's the use of pious fools?"

Wen Jianyan raised her head, her amber eyes were dripping with water, carrying a bit of indescribable danger, evil, fragile, and charming.

His voice was low and low, with a hoarse ending and rising, as if seductive and almost provocative:

"Or...you don't have the confidence to tame my soul?"

Chapter end