[MTL, BL] My Cards Are Perfect (Unlimited)

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"I'm looking at you."

Su Mingxuan: "!"

Although he was so frightened that he wanted to look around, he still forced himself to focus on the card in front of him - before it was determined whether there was a mirror or no mirror in the room. before anything else that can reflect mirror images.

Quickly opened the space, took out the spare bandage, blindfolded his eyes, grabbed the blank card, and put it back into the space together with the "poker".

This time, there is no more trouble with this broken weapon, and it stays in the space quietly.

But after doing these things, that gaze fell on Su Mingxuan again.

This time, the god did not make that clumsy disguise, faded his gentle appearance, with the aggressiveness of beasts staring at their prey, the undisguised malice and darkness seemed to take shape, swimming on Su Mingxuan, from the tip of his toes. ——To the top of the head, wrapped around the body little by little, lingering in every place, and finally stopped at the fragile neck, tightening——

Under the gaze of the gods, the body was as stiff as ice, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen. Disappeared, the suffocation and oppression made his chest hurt, invisible ropes bound his hands and feet, and the thick darkness invaded the inside, confusing his brain.

- Can't move.

Su Mingxuan's fingers hanging on his thighs trembled slightly, the blood vessels on the back of his hands bulged, he had already used the greatest strength to reach into the space, holding a knife in his hand, stabbed into his thighs fiercely.

The right amount of pain will keep him awake.

The blade plunged deeply into the flesh, and under Su Mingxuan's difficult control, it slid a few centimeters laterally, the blood vessels were cut mercilessly, and the red blood kept gushing out from the wound, and soon the clothes on his legs were wet.

There was hesitation in his eyes.

The severe pain spread to his head, suppressing the chaos inside, Su Mingxuan gritted his teeth, pulled out the knife, brought out a little meat foam, and aimed the blade at his neck.

The blood-stained blade pointed at the fair skin, the tip of the blade touched the side of the neck, and the red and white reflected on the metal, very gorgeous.

The gods withdrew.

His eyes were withdrawn, and the sense of oppression receded like a tide. Su Mingxuan was covered in cold sweat and fell weakly to the ground, gasping for breath in pain. He hadn't been so embarrassed for a long time, but he smiled proudly.

"Ha..."

Su Mingxuan doesn't know what other people's dungeon quests are like, but it will never be the same as him - the abnormality in teleportation, the unusual opening, and the gaze of the gods, all indicate that this dungeon of his, has been controlled by the gods.

And the gods' excessive attention to him, whether related to "poker" or not, was in his favor - so he decided to take a gamble.

Bet that this unknown god will let the ants he cares about die.

As it turns out, he was right.

The gods would not make him a corpse.

Su Mingxuan tore off the clothes stuck to his legs, revealing the ferocious wound that was several centimeters long and several centimeters deep. He took out a needle and thread and sewed a few stitches rudely, wrapped it tightly with a bandage, adjusted his breathing, and slowly relieved the pain.