Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

As for the so-called final BOSS, He Feng expected that the horror game system would be terrible, but he didn't expect it to be so terrible.

It's all very well to send your enemy to your doorstep, but it doesn't make sense if you also make your enemy immortal and unkillable.

Isn't this just looking for trouble? He is so mean that even He Feng can't compare to him. This is really out of line.

"Excuse me, who is actually seeking revenge?" He Feng was very puzzled: "Why don't you resist? Why don't you fight back?"

Jason's shoulders slumped, he leaned back in his chair, and said self-deprecatingly: "So who am I who prayed for all this?"

"A fool who was fooled." He Feng replied, and lifted the ban on the live broadcast room: "Come on, everyone, deduct 1 if you think Jason is a fool, and deduct 1111 if you think the Go system is sick."

Almost as soon as He Feng finished speaking, the comments in the live broadcast room began to frantically display 1. In just a few breaths, the screen was filled with 1.

"They're all deducting 1 points. What does this mean? It's not all your fault." He Feng comforted him, "After all, did you expect things to turn out like this? You didn't. Okay, let's end it."

Without waiting for anyone to reply, He Feng rushed up the stairs and went into his room, leaving the servants and the Bernger family staring at each other in the restaurant.

No, why did you go back to your room while we were having a nice chat?

He Feng, who was extremely sleepy, had already laid down on the bed. He fell asleep at the speed of light amidst the live broadcast room full of question marks. It was very fast.

Don't ask. The answer is that it is not easy to hold on until now. If he continues to hold on, He Feng is afraid that his -100 mental value will explode directly and he will fall asleep on the spot without caring about the life or death of others.

Is there anything better than sleeping in this world? If there is, it can only be a very good sleep.

So He Feng closed his eyes, opened them again, and woke up at 16:00 in the afternoon. The sun was setting outside the window, and the light shining into the bedroom looked warm.

The bed beneath him was too soft, and He Feng sank completely into the soft pillow. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked contented. His toes moved from time to time under the quilt, and he looked very comfortable.

[Help, every time I see Brother He sleeping I feel really comfortable.]

[I wasn’t sleepy just now, but now I feel sleepy. I suddenly want to take a nap.]

[Wuwuwuwu, bro, I miss you so much that I can’t sleep!]

The familiar golden frame passed by, and He Feng greeted lazily: "Hi Xiao Qian, how are you?"

[Don't mention it. I was locked in the confinement room for ten minutes and asked why something happened in the dungeon. It acted as if I knew what happened. (The confinement room refers to the place where the settlement is made after the dungeon ends, which can also be regarded as a transit station)]

"Oh——" He Feng responded, and he swung his toes again, looking at the screen with a smile: "Xiaobo will never know what happened. Its little mechanical brain can't guess it at all."

[If I hadn’t witnessed him chasing after an NPC, I would have thought he was just that cute…]

"Shut up." He Feng rolled his eyes. "I don't like to hear that. Don't say it again next time. Also, don't describe me as cute. I've already said that my nickname is Legend."

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, the nickname for the good boy is a legend.]

[The guy above is really good, good luck.]

The next second, both of them were kicked out of the live broadcast room by He Feng at the same time.

He Feng: "Damn it, there are haters, kick them out."

[In this situation, I really want to recite a poem to express my feelings, ah! Two orioles sing in the green willows, kick away those who tell the truth! A line of egrets fly into the sky, He brother is shameless (He brother, you can’t afford to play with me if you kick me)]

[Brother! This is a bad review, don’t read it!!]

"Reciting poetry? I think you are an undercover sent by someone else?" He Feng kicked the man out while pretending to be stupid: "What do you mean you can't get up? I'll get up right away."

After he finished speaking, He Feng struggled to get up. Just as he sat up and hadn't even opened the quilt, there was a knock on the door.

After getting He Feng's consent, Jason pushed the door open and brought the prepared tea to He Feng. He was a little worried, but he didn't say anything, full of hesitation.

He Feng picked up the teacup and took two sips: "If you have something to say, just tell me now. Your procrastination makes me want to stab you."

Jason was somewhat helpless: "Madam asked me to tell you that her mission is impossible to complete, because even she doesn't know what the most beautiful criteria are."

"That's all for nothing." He Feng shrugged. "I don't know either, but I know I can succeed. Compared to that, I'm more curious about how you are connected to this castle."

Jason stared at He Feng for a while, and then gave in to He Feng's persistent gaze: "I really don't understand you. Your own safety is obviously the most important thing, but you only care about some useless things."

"But curiosity is also important." He Feng stretched, picked up the pillow and placed it, leaning comfortably on the head of the bed: "I'm not a cat, tell me."

Jason died in the fire in the castle. Before he died, he felt like he had become one with the castle.

The flesh and blood seemed to become soft due to the erosion of high temperature. After falling to the ground, they were like water-filled balloons, shattering with a pop. The minced meat was embedded in the floor and stuck tightly.

Before the horror game system came, Jason thought he heard the wailing of the castle.

After that, he had no time to care about this bizarre event because he could only repeat the struggle he had on the day the tragedy happened. It was not until Selina agreed to the horror game system that Jason felt the connection between him and the castle again.

"Later, I gradually discovered that I could project my consciousness into any room. If I wanted, I could even see everything happening in the castle at the same time." Jason explained with a wry smile, "Perhaps it was because my obsession was too strong at the time, or perhaps it was because my skin was burned by the fire and stuck to the floor. In short, it can be said that I am the castle."

"Is that so?" He Feng stroked his chin: "Hey, your boss's name can't be called something like the Watcher of the Castle."

"you……"

Jason was interrupted by He Feng just as he started to speak. He lifted the quilt and left the bed reluctantly: "It's just a guess. What's for dinner? Remember to ask all members to be on standby in the restaurant. I have something to tell you."

Jason nodded in agreement. He looked at He Feng carefully, but in the end he just chuckled, shook his head, and left.

Before the barrage of questions could be heard, He Feng interrupted the spellcasting directly: "Don't ask me what my guess is. I just won't tell you. What can you do to me?"

[…Damn it, he really tricked me!]

[Ahhhh! Why? Hege! Don’t do this, I won’t be able to sleep at night because of thinking about you!!]

"Oh." He Feng turned his head indifferently and smiled brightly at the camera on the live broadcast screen: "That's great, I wish you a happy insomnia and experience what it means to have difficulty falling asleep, hehe."

[He really is, I love him so much.]

He Feng was somewhat speechless after seeing this comment. He couldn't help but laughed and cursed: "Pervert."

[That’s right~ That’s how you have to scold me!]

He Feng: ...

He Feng: "Stop being crazy!"

He Feng had some free time before dinner, so he started wandering around.

He looked here, touched there, and finally bought a bunch of soul-transforming water, poured it directly into the sprinkler system of the rose plantation, and started it with one hand, taking away the souls of all the players.

After the souls of the players could no longer be seen in the photos taken by the click camera, He Feng found an angle that he thought was the most beautiful, framed the castle, the rose plantation and the sunset in one picture, took a photo, and happily put it into the system backpack.

At 18:00 in the evening, He Feng walked into the restaurant and felt a little funny when he saw the family sitting there.

There was no other reason, these people all had serious expressions on their faces, and some even looked a little uneasy.

"No, what are you doing?" He Feng was puzzled: "It's not like I want to kill anyone, what are you doing, are you preparing to go to the battlefield?"

Bernd coughed awkwardly, "It does feel that way. After all, tomorrow is the decisive battle."

"Oh, then what?" He Feng sat down on the main seat specially reserved by Bernger: "Is the decisive battle something to worry about? Didn't I always win? Come on, I'm just responsible for after-sales service. Come on, everyone, have you untied your knots?"

Almost everyone at the table lowered their heads, except for the innocent-looking Elsalina and Ivan, who had a very low sense of presence.

He Feng was not in a hurry and started to call out names: "Come on, sister, let's start with you. Have you figured it out?"

Selena looked up at He Feng, then at Bernd, and finally nodded slightly.

"What's that?" He Feng smiled. "I declare that the first symposium of Rose Manor will begin now. Anyone who doesn't speak will be hung on the stairs by me as a warning to the public. So hurry up. I'm not the type to be sympathetic to women."

"A little bit." Selina was very embarrassed. She said shyly, "As long as Bernger firmly tells me that he chose me just because of love, then I won't be confused anymore."

"Oh, my dear Selena, of course I love you." Berner took Selena's hand: "My love is just like..."

"As passionate as I can't help wanting to stab you if I continue talking." He Feng smirked, looking past Selina at Delia: "Come on, beautiful lady, what about you? Did the Gou system inexplicably announce that the mission was successful? Is it really a success?"

Delia felt a little uncomfortable, and tried to ignore Elvis's eager gaze. "This is a good question. Actually, I let it go after listening to my mother's story. After all, my mother wanted to strangle me when I was little, so my knot is not just because of Elvis. Besides, I just don't like the way Elvis is looking for trouble. I hate it."

"I'm sorry, sister." Elvis tried to get closer to Delia: "I just don't want your eyes to stay on Ivan. Obviously, I am your twin brother."

"But Ivan is also my brother." Delia sighed: "You are so childish."

Elvis was about to lie on top of Delia: "Well, since my sister said so, then I'll be childish."

"It's really disgusting." He Feng shuddered in disgust and looked at Heinar: "If you can't figure it out, I'm going to beat you up."

Heinar was somewhat helpless: "I have thought it through, and I don't have any other ideas."

He Feng nodded with satisfaction and skipped over Jason: "Very good, it seems that your knots have been untied."

Hearing this, Bernger twisted his body and said very embarrassedly: "Brother, don't you even ask me?"

"Look at your lustful look, do I need to ask?" He Feng disliked Bernger more than Elvis. He raised his knife threateningly: "If you have something to say, just talk nicely. Why are you twisting your body? It's disgusting."

Bernger felt very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say it. Others couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere became harmonious.

Seeing that everyone had no objection to the completion of the task, He Feng picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"In the final analysis, it's because I'm too powerful. Both my charm and ability are beyond the standard, so we can get along so peacefully." He Feng overlapped the thumb and index finger of his left hand and twisted them lightly. His tone was calm, but it gave people a feeling of impending storm: "If it weren't for me, if it weren't for me, you would still be the same as before, and you can kill me however you want. To be honest, I'm going to destroy this copy of yours."

Everyone at the table fell silent, even their breathing became extremely light, and the atmosphere became stagnant and anxious, but He Feng didn't care. He picked up his knife and fork and started eating: "You can't escape the control of the horror game system, so I can't let you stay. I said the novice slaughterhouse, and your cannibalistic and unsolvable copy, will all be destroyed in my hands."

"I'm telling you this because I only see you as human beings, and I've already destroyed one copy, so I have the confidence to fight all of you at the same time."

He Feng stopped talking. He finished the food on his plate, clinked his glass with Bernard's, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

"I'll give you one night to think about it." He Feng stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his clothes: "I hope to hear an answer that satisfies me."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and left, not caring about the reactions of Bernger and the others at all, as if his words were just insignificant notices.

And the live broadcast room has exploded.

[Damn, I'm really afraid that those bosses will get up and hit Brother He.]

[Help me, my brother is so handsome! He is even more like a boss than a boss! Oh my god! Who are you trying to kill with your handsomeness!]

"If you can't describe it, then don't describe it." He Feng didn't understand: "What do you mean by more bossy than the boss? Am I rude? Am I scary? Don't you feel that I'm so gentle?"

[Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, I can feel it, it’s very gentle, I didn’t even do anything.]

"Get out, get out right now." He Feng couldn't help but get angry: "What do you mean you didn't do anything? Am I the kind of person who would do anything at the slightest provocation?"

[Uh, killing Jason at the beginning? Uh, chasing me and stabbing me? Uh, digging up graves? Uh, tying up everyone after a disagreement?]

[Okay, rest in peace, Big Brother Bang!]

"Xiao Qian, are you tired of living such a comfortable life that you come to me for excitement?" He Feng narrowed his eyes: "I won't beat you up next time we meet. My last name is not He."

[No, really no, do you really want to be called Zhen?]

"Haha, f**k you." He Feng said word by word: "Just wait and see whether you get beaten or not."

[Brother, I am Barbie, and I have some questions for you.]

[That is why you guessed that Bernger's reaction to talking to me was calm?]

"First of all, he is a love-brained person. Secondly, he is still a love-brained person." He Feng pointed out the topic: "Although he seems to be unreliable and straight, he can't say things like you should be burned to death, I bought it, and you are not allowed to see the child."

Would a person who is not good at expressing his or her admiration be good at insulting the person he or she admires?

The answer is impossible.

In fact, it is not difficult to see from Selena’s reaction that she has a problem, and a big problem.

He Feng felt that something was wrong with Selena from the beginning, and it just happened to be confirmed today. As for what Bernger said, he didn't believe a word of it except for the story about their past encounter.

What can a person who has trapped himself in a dead end do?

Would she want to kill Bernger? Possibly, but she dared not think it more likely.

Would she want to kill her own daughter? Maybe, because Delia was slandered as evil at the time, and she was afraid that Bernger would abandon her and her children, so she would want to kill Delia, which was also Delia's heart knot.

So why did Bernd say that?

Because he was actively bringing all the blame to himself, he hoped that Selena would hate him, only him, and let him go.

Through such a story, he wanted the players to scold him, speak up for Selina, and tell Selina that she was not wrong.

Once upon a time, Bernger prayed devoutly.

Hate me Serena, come on and hate me, and let yourself go.

Hate me, Selina, and put all the blame on me. Why don't you stop hurting yourself?

"This kind of love-brain is understandable, but he just can't speak and has to be dumb in love." He Feng said disdainfully: "If it were me, I would just slam the truth in his face. If he doesn't believe it? He dares!"