Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

The bedtime discussion ended with He Feng yawning. The audience watched him close his eyes and his breathing became steady in just one second. They couldn't help but feel envious.

[Really, if I could fall asleep as fast as He Ge, my life would be worth it.]

[I feel sleepy, everyone. I will go to sleep first.]

[Hahahaha good night good night.]

On the fifth day of the Rose Manor dungeon, it was still 7:30 in the morning, and He Feng opened his eyes on time.

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the achievement of "live broadcast room reward value reaches 100/1000//". The system will immediately issue 40 reward points."

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the achievement of "Number of bullet screens in the live broadcast room 100/1000////". The system will immediately issue 60 reward points."

"Ding, the host He Feng's points have reached: 271."

He Feng's fox eyes widened.

No, how much?

Ten million comments? He remembered that the number of people in his live broadcast room had always been stable at around 100. So, on average, one person would post more than comments.

How much can they talk? They kept chatting while he was sleeping.

"You guys are so idle." He Feng ruffled his hair. He sat up from the bed and looked at the screen full of good morning messages, wondering, "Don't you have to participate in the dungeon? You're all chatting here."

[I don’t know about others, but I just came out of a dungeon, hehe.]

[Big brother on the list, you are so serious. I am crying. I just came out of the dungeon and came to see Brother He.]

[Of course, I’m my brother’s die-hard fan!]

"Even diehard fans can't escape a beating." He Feng stretched, hesitated for a moment, and fell back into the quilt: "Lie down for a while and then get up."

[Brother, you really like to sleep. Someone has calculated that you spend half of your time sleeping after entering the dungeon. You are very leisurely.]

"People who do statistics have more free time than me." He Feng turned sideways and poked at the screen: "I have a horror coin now. If I wait a little longer, I can buy my beloved little house. You are really rich."

[Brother! I'll give you the remaining horror coins, can I come over and live there?]

He Feng refused outright: "Go away, I don't need a roommate, thank you."

[Wuwuwuwu, my heart is broken. What's wrong with you having an extra roommate?]

He Feng couldn't help but complain: "You come when you have organs, you two are really an eyesore, you know."

[Why are we an eyesore? I don’t understand! I don’t get it!]

[Brother! My thighs! Look at me! Look at your little fanboy!]

[Brother He! Brother Feng! Brother Fengzi! Brother Zhen Feng! Brother Zhen Feng! ! ! ]

"Hurry up and click the upper left corner to get out of here." Seeing Qian Youlin talking endlessly, He Feng simply turned off the screen of the live broadcast room, thinking, "Who are you trying to embarrass by shaking around with such an ugly frame on your head?"

After such a commotion, He Feng was in no mood to continue lying down. He turned over and got up, preparing to wash up as usual. However, when he opened the door, he was shocked by the tragic situation in the castle.

The stairs were destroyed, the handrails were broken, and the remains of furniture were scattered everywhere. There was even a deep claw mark on He Feng's door.

Even the walls on the first floor were smashed, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are in ruins.

After admiring the miserable scene before him, He Feng looked down at the clothes he had just bought from the mall and sighed.

Alas, it looks like I can’t keep this dress in the end.

He Feng lived on the third floor. The stairs on the third floor were broken and he couldn't go down. Even the handrails in the corridor were gone. It looked very dangerous.

But He Feng didn't care. He strode forward and jumped down from the third floor. Amid exclamations in the live broadcast room, he accurately hooked the edge of the second floor, swung with the force, and landed on the first floor very gracefully.

He Feng landed safely and leaned slightly towards the camera in the live broadcast room, revealing a smug smile: "Sorry for the poor performance."

[Oh my god, he is so handsome, I really love him.]

[How did He Ge manage to buffer himself while jumping off a building? So cool. I want to learn from him.]

[Can you learn the previous part? If you can, I will call you daddy.]

[It's okay, let's practice more, maybe we can learn it before we fall to our death.]

"Little Patacai is forbidden to imitate dangerous moves." He Feng chuckled. The sound of fighting could be heard faintly outside the castle. He Feng took out a dagger and waved it towards the live broadcast room: "Are you ready? I'm going to show off."

The horror game system likes to set the start time of action for all bosses that need to be remotely controlled at twelve o'clock in the morning.

The mechanism that controls Dawn is the same as the boss of Rose Manor.

He Feng didn't know how Bernger and the others had managed to survive for those seven and a half hours, but looking at the dire state of the castle, he could guess that it was not something that was easy to stop.

He walked out of the castle, but was stopped by the scenery in front of him.

From what Henar said yesterday, He Feng couldn't directly see the rose burning, but now he saw it.

Outside the castle, more than half of the 500-acre rose plantation was destroyed. The flowers grew in the flames and blossomed extremely brightly, especially the flames that touched the rose petals, which appeared blue, contrasting with the orange-red flames on the top. He Feng inexplicably felt that this was like the hottest feeling.

The most special thing is that because the petals contain moisture, they do not catch fire all at once. They look as if they are blooming in flames, and are dazzlingly red.

The other half must have been forcibly rescued and still maintained the same state as the previous few days, but it was much inferior to those roses on fire.

He Feng couldn't help but sigh, then took out his camera and took a picture of the scene.

Don’t worry about whether he is the BOSS or not, what is more important is to capture the scenery.

Looking at the beautiful scenery that was completely captured, He Feng was very satisfied. He put the camera back into his backpack, picked up his knife and ran to the messy battlefield not far away.

The most powerful BOSS in the entire Rose Manor is Jason. It was also Jason who was the first to fight against the king and has persisted until now.

Half of his body was burning, and his fingers became longer and thinner, just like the ripper described in the barrage, every claw could cut an arm.

However, the monster in front of him was covered with arms and had several heads. It looked like a tumor covered with arms, which was very disgusting.

He Feng took the knife and walked forward, but he was put off after taking a few steps by the stench. He pinched his nose, his face full of disgust.

Not to mention that this ball looks disgusting from a distance, who knows that it is even more disgusting when viewed up close. The entire meat ball is rotten and covered with maggots. Every time the countless arms wave around, the maggots will be thrown away. The head in the center of the entire meat ball has no eyes, only a big mouth full of yellow fangs, and saliva is sprayed everywhere as it screams.

He Feng looked down at the dagger in his hand, put it back into his backpack, and bought two long swords from the mall.

Well, it's a waste to use his dagger for such a disgusting thing, he might as well get a disposable one.

Jason's attack movements were already slow, and his defense was gradually becoming difficult, but he knew he couldn't fall down.

The young lady's rabbit doll had been torn to pieces, Master Ivan was seriously injured and unconscious, not to mention the Duke who was already exhausted. He was the only one who could still put up a fight.

But how long can he last?

Thinking of this, Jason paused for a moment, which allowed Anand III to find a flaw. He roared excitedly, raised all his arms and slapped Jason.

But just when Jason thought he was going to be killed, two long knives were thrown at him and cut off Anand III's arms.

"Not very good, Lao Deng."

He Feng's grinning voice came from the side. Jason turned his head and saw He Feng gloating. He felt helpless.

"Did the guest sleep well?" Jason asked. Amid Anard III's wailing, he picked up the long knife and threw it to He Feng: "If it's not bad, please take action."

"You still have to rely on me after all this time." He Feng sighed, and shook off the blood on his long sword. He activated "Feeding Fury" and attracted all the hatred of Anand III: "You are an old man, so just take a rest."

Anand III felt a sudden surge of anger in his heart. He turned around abruptly, looked at the laughing young man, roared angrily, and ran towards He Feng.

He Feng was not afraid of him. Holding two swords in hand, he not only did not retreat but instead went forward to meet the meatball. The moment the meatball stretched out his hand, he raised his leg and casually stepped on one of its arms, using the force to jump up. He twisted his body in mid-air, crossed his hands in front of his chest, waited for the right distance, swung his long sword and chopped off the meatball's head in the center, and finally twisted his body again due to inertia and landed perfectly.

The ends of the two long knives were covered in blood. He Feng swung them casually, gripped the handle with his right thumb and index finger, and turned his wrist to hold the long knives in his hand. Without even looking, he stabbed backwards and pierced another head.

Anand III took a few steps back, howling sharply, and his original arrogance was reduced by half. Now he covered his injured head and wailed continuously.

"It's really noisy."

He Feng sighed helplessly, and spoke to Rouqiu as if he were a noisy child.

While sighing, he turned and ran towards the meatball. Seeing the man running towards him, Anand III waved his arms in fear, but in just a few seconds his arms were chopped off by two long swords, and finally his heads were chopped off one by one.

Meatball staggered a few steps and fell to the ground with a thud. As if that was not enough, He Feng stabbed Meatball a few times with the knife, and only stopped after making sure it was stabbed through.

"That's it?" He Feng was puzzled. He looked at the meatball under his feet and turned to ask Jason: "You were beaten like this by him?"

Jason took a few breaths and was about to tell He Feng to be careful, but he saw Anand III squirming a few times, and then was chopped down by He Feng with a few knives and became motionless again.

"Hey, resurrected." He Feng's eyes lit up as if he had discovered something interesting. He put the long knife aside, bought an axe, and began to happily chop up the body: "Come on, continue, don't be afraid, I'll help you trim it."

As the axe was raised and lowered continuously, the meat ball was gradually chopped into pieces, and the broken limbs and hands rolled all over the ground. As if that was not enough, He Feng would chop it with the axe as long as any part moved, chopping it directly into two halves.

Jason wanted to stop it, but he didn't know how to start. He could only watch the pieces of meat trying to escape but being chopped into pieces by He Feng's axe.

He thought about himself carefully and came to a conclusion.

He was too gentle. If he was as crazy as He Feng, he would have been able to chop Anand III into pieces like this.

"Why are you running?" He Feng was having a lot of fun. He played like a game of whack-a-mole, chopping whatever moved. "Look, I helped you chop off the extra ones. Why don't you thank me now?"

Anand III, who was about to be chopped into pieces, ran even faster after hearing this.

But it did have some effect. After all, there were too many pieces of meat and He Feng naturally couldn't take care of them all.

The pieces of flesh quickly reunited, and finally barely formed the shape of a child, who picked up the long knife that He Feng had thrown aside and prepared for a sneak attack.

He Feng, who was chopping the meat, paused. He gripped the axe tightly and swung it back violently, chopping the meat in half.

"Oh, I caught a kid." He Feng's voice was full of laughter. He took a deep breath and felt his heart beating faster and faster in his chest. It was not fear or nervousness, but happiness. He Feng couldn't help but sigh: "It's wonderful."

In the next two hours, the entire Rose Manor was filled with He Feng's hearty laughter. He would deliberately reunite Anand III into an adult, then chop him into pieces with an axe, and then wait for the pieces to reunite, and he never got tired of it.