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

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"There is an old man, an old young man, and his bride... Linger, not Chi Chi Chi." Wei Qing tried his best, but his tongue didn't follow him. Gesture: "Wait for me." The

first time Tang Ke saw Wei Qing who was confused, he knew he shouldn't laugh, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help but want to go up.

——It turns out that when a ghost is drunk, his tongue will be shortened by half.

At this time, Wei Qing's small gesture stopped his laughter abruptly.

Seeing that Wei Qing stabbed a small blade made of flames from his left finger, he raised his hand and stabbed it into his thigh in an instant.

"What are you doing!" Tang Kexin immediately intercepted Wei Qing's movements and tightly bound the person.

Wei Qing raised his head, a pair of innocent peach eyes blurred: "Pain, wake up." Just a prick will wake up, which has always been the case.

"No one can hurt you with me." Tang Kexin gently took Wei Qing's hand into his arms, "You can rest, you don't need to worry." The

warm voice is like a drop of clear spring falling on the heart, the flame in Wei Qing's hand Disappeared, his head could no longer hold the weight, and he lowered his head and leaned on Tang Kexin's shoulder.

The inn's room is a place where the sun wants to take care of it, but is powerless.

Xu Zhuxuan knelt down on the bed, with the only item at hand that she found after searching for a day.

A pair of red scissors with a silk thread around the handle.

The trembling hand slowly approached the scissors, but never had the courage to pick it up.

She has been an outlier since birth. She obviously has family members who love her and one or two true friends, but no matter what she does, she just doesn't fit in with this society.

It is like an alien fell on the earth, and there is a sense of separation from this world that cannot be ignored.

She chose to put all her emotions in the painting, because she knew that even if she confided, she would not be recognized.

In such a chaotic state, she encountered the ghost door, and she did not cry like other newcomers. Instead, he quickly adapted to the rhythm and worked hard to resolve every hurdle that hit his head.

She could understand that this was where the punishment for the bad guys was. Although she didn't do anything wrong.

She can understand that the wicked are also human, and they also want to live. Although the means of survival stinks bizarre.

But this encounter with dozens of maliciously tied necks was like the last blow to break through the blockage of her reflex arc.

Tears began to gather in her eyes. Although she knew it was useless, she still wanted to ask: Why? Why should I encounter this!

After the rage came a greater sadness.

How long will it be like this? Just... a hundred?

Her hand began to slowly approach the scissors again.

A cold voice interrupted her: "I didn't save you to watch you

commit suicide ." Xu Zhuxuan raised her head and saw Tang Kexin walked through the door with a drunk on her body.

"Why save me?" Xu Zhuxuan asked. She didn't really want to ask, she just wanted to talk to people more.

Tang Kexin looked at the helpless girl on the bed and resisted saying "you are valuable". He leaned down and put the bun in his hand on the head of the bed, but Wei Qing, who had been obediently lying in his arms, suddenly After struggling for a while, he rolled onto the bed.