[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 35 - What She Gives

This time, Yang Xilian almost didn't put her hand into her chest!

When she grabbed something and pulled it out, Fu Yan suddenly felt a certain energy - powerful, suffocating, threatening... but strangely familiar.

It was as if something was calling for him, pulling him, pulling him out of his shell!

As Yang Xilian continued to pull out, these complex fluctuations became more and more violent. They were intertwined, Fu Yan felt dizzy, his heart was beating violently, his blood was rushing, and his whole body was boiling! He couldn't even stand, couldn't keep his eyes open. He only felt that there was a dazzling light on his eyelids, but he couldn't see what Yang Xilian had pulled out from his chest, which was extremely dazzling!

It carried vigorous power, and Yang Xilian grasped it firmly, but did not dare to use force. She took it out, and it took a lot of effort. But she didn't care about her own consumption, and only held the ball in front of Fu Yan: "Daddy, you..."

"Yang Xilian!"

Brahma's scream suddenly exploded! An arm stretched out directly from mid-air and grabbed the majestic energy source: "How dare you put his...!

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It was too late to speak, but Fu Yan's work manual was thrown out of his hand, and he rushed towards the energy source in the blink of an eye. Its pages were wide open, like a beast with a big mouth, Xianfan Jun swallowed the entire ball of light in one step!

Fan Jun was so angry that he reached out to grab the manual. The manual avoided his big palm and threw a slap on Fu Yan's face. The moment it touched Fu Yan, Fu Yan disappeared with it!

"...!!!" Brahma Jun, whose entire body had already appeared, grabbed the air, watched Fu Yan disappear, turned his head and stared at the fallen bridesmaid, "Yang Xilian!"

"Cough, cough...call me too. It's useless." Yang Xilian was half-lying and half-supporting, wisps of black smoke leaked from the palm-sized hole in her chest. She was extremely weak, but what she said was not polite at all: "You can leave after completing the task. You set it yourself."

"You have no support now." Fan Jun's tone was cold, and the black smoke around him was billowing, as if it would burst into pieces in the next second, "I advise you not to provoke me with death."

"You If you kill me, what can you do?" Yang Xilian sneered twice, "As far as the ghost king is concerned, one more of me is not more, and one less of me is not more. But if one day, someone will think of me..."

Fanjun refused to speak. Yes, throw your sleeves away.

Yang Xilian fell to the ground completely, with a big hole in her chest and muddy blood underneath. However, she was not flustered at all, lying there, stroking her chest, showing a look of nostalgia.

"Dad..."

***

Fu Yan had a dream.

He dreamed that the red flowers would shake the sedan chair, followed by the bride's dowry, box after box. The bride was carried into the gate of the mansion, and the wedding ceremony began.

The wedding feast lasted from day to night, and everyone was drunk. Seeing that it was coming to an end, the sky suddenly began to thunder and rain, and the guests were walking and hiding. Even the drunken groom went back and forth to help clean up and see off guests. When everything is almost sorted out, almost everyone has no strength. It was only after he staggered into the new house that he saw his bride for the second time.