The picture in front of me is bloody and weird.

The candlelight is faint.

The man lowered his head and leaned on the fence.

In the darkness, the face that was so handsome that it was not as beautiful as a real person appeared and disappeared in the darkness.

A steady stream of bright red came out of his heart, bounding it like a spider silk.

In the winding pool of blood, silver shackles were scattered aside.

It’s like a god in trouble falling into hell, with a kind of abused beauty that makes people feel unreasonable... evil thoughts.

Of course, if I only have transactions and strength in my eyes, and I also... the girl god of Sweet Tofu, I wouldn't care at all.

Besides, now that she is strong and weak, she can solve him directly. When the barrier is broken, even if the other party wakes up after death, she can take the opportunity to escape...

But this time point is very subtle.

The girl's protagonist was rarely provoked with a deep anger.

After she thought she had already had two deaths with her seniors, after she thought she would never meet again, after she thought she could retire but was cheated again...

Yan Wu finally had an unprecedented sense of abuse towards someone.

Unlike the indifference to those betrayal of "customers", it is not for energy, nor even like the reply of "thank you" to teach.

She just simply felt a different kind of emotion towards this person.

Although it is not a love affair, this still seems to be a bad sign.

However, the girl's protagonist at this moment didn't pay attention to this at all.

The brain, which has always been precise, has temporarily stopped operating.

Yan Wu followed her heart and moved straightly.

She untied all the red lines wrapped around her body.

"Senior, do you like to play imprisonment...If that's the case, why not try it yourself?"

As the whispered voices, the girl bent over and deliberately shaking the chains in the man's ears. Looking at the bloody flowers blooming in her heart, she suddenly showed her face.

The next second, she plucked her fingers and pressed the wound without mercy.

The bright red gushed immediately.

The warm blood even splattered to the girl's cheeks.

She raised her finger and tasted it lightly. She smiled brightly at him as the fishy sweetness spread.

The man's pupils were scattered, perhaps because of excessive blood loss, and his eyes showed a weak aura for the first time.

The girl's lips became deeper and she raised her hand to slowly untie his coat.

Then, she wrapped the red lines that were originally tied to her body around him.

After a few minutes, everything was completed.

The man's breathing was almost gone, and only one pair of eyes was not closed, and he only looked at her in vain.

The girl sighed and closed her eyelids for him.

"Senior, don't worry about sleeping...Believe me, when you open your eyes, you will definitely be in the world."

A gentle empty voice echoed in the secret room.

The man closed his eyes, and his weak aura suddenly became calmer, as if he had completely entered a coma.

The girl looked at the "canary" tied up with her own hands, but her stunning eyebrows were full of joy.

In a moment, when the man's breathing was about to disappear, she leaned over and wrapped her around him and passed over a trace of divine power.

Hmm.

In order to stay for the fun of staying for this period of time, I can only suffer once...

He sighed in his heart, and the girl's protagonist tightly clamped someone who made her feel more painful than losing 100 million. He couldn't help but bow his head and bit his neck hard.

But what she didn't notice was-

As we hugged each other, the man who should have fallen into a "coma" closed his eyes, but his thin lips raised a curve that was almost undetectable.

The candlelight swayed, illuminating a painting inside.

It is a kissing picture between the girl bride and the doll groom.

I don't know who controlled whom.

Does the party that has the advantage of force must have the upper hand?

When she, who was originally careless, took the initiative to enter this imprisonment game, when she, who was originally cold and affectionate, became concerned...

In fact, I really entered the game.

Because the identities of the imprisoned and the imprisoned are not in the cage, but in the psychology.

*

Time passes by inadvertently.

After the energy harvest was completed, Yan Wu spent a long time in the small world for the first time.

One year.
Chapter completed!