[MTL, BL] The Top Streamers of the Horror Circle are Wild in The Novice Village

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The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when murderers and arsonists.

It is not easy to put medicine in a steamed bun in a short period of time. Tang Kexin hid under the quilt and quietly looked at the tree with a crooked neck.

A person's sight carries energy, and he can feel that Wei Qing is watching him.

He clearly knew that this observation was not good intentions, and his heart seemed to be soaked in sugar water full of ice scum.

Why are you a ghost?

The dose of the medicine was sufficient, Xiao Sang was dazed for a long time, and Wei Qing was stunned until the middle of the night before he stopped moving.

The person on the bed rolled over and landed with the quilt, like a dragon traveling through the various facilities, and soon came to the tree with the crooked neck.

The tree is 1.5 meters tall, and Tang Kexin, who is 182, stepped on the stone, just in time to meet Wei Qing's sleeping face... The long eyelashes under the sword eyebrows are like fans, and the hair on the temples is softly blowing in the wind, as if sending out messages to people. invite. Under the wide open neckline, the broad and white chest heaved regularly.

Tang Kexin: "..." He couldn't help reaching out and put two buttons on Wei Qing's chest.

At this time, the barrier in mid-air flashed again, and the red official script gradually emerged: [The ghost gate informs you, return quickly. Chief Tang really shouldn't be playing here, if you die here, I won't be the only one laughing~]

A silver gun pointed in the air, showing the attitude of the gunman.

The subtitles disappeared immediately, and the night sky returned to peace.

The light of the night lamp grew warmer with time, and a white shadow left the tree.

"Liu Fangzheng" was woken up again, he opened his eyes suddenly, just about to cry, his mouth was covered by a hand with a white glove, the next moment, he only felt a cold in his neck, and then another heat.

Soon, his world was plunged into darkness.

Tang Kexin put away his saber, and wrapped the "people" into the quilt before the corpse became rigid.

He dug the hole in the daytime on purpose. Originally, he planned to plug one or two NPCs into it to test the game mechanics, but it happened to be dug by someone with a heart.

Tang Kexin was certain that the person who was thrown back was definitely not the one who got out.

There are two identical players, one is a replica of a real person. What comes back is a replica, where is the real one? Dead or alive?

If the replica disappears, will the real one come back? Or disappear together!

Only by experimenting can we know the answer.

To find a suitable location to dig a hole without disturbing the guards, the work of burying the body is bigger than expected.

Every time he shoveled the soil, Tang Kexin had to look up at the sleeping posture of the big black dog that looked like a small hill in the center of the field.

If something goes wrong, you can't stay in the same picture with him.

Tang Kexin's heart was beating ten times as fast as shoveling soil, and the burial was not completed until the early morning.