Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Those phantoms also knew that He Feng was not easy to mess with, and they knew that they could only attack them when the two of them held hands together, so they prepared to forcibly separate the two. It would be best if they could lock Shen Zishu in one place forever so that he could never crawl out, thus trapping He Feng in this copy forever.

It’s a pity that these mentally retarded phantoms forgot one thing.

Since He Feng has to touch Shen Zishu to kill them, after they snatch Shen Zishu away, He Feng can move among them without restrictions.

"You guys are crazy." He Feng, who realized what was happening, was holding a long knife and quickly passed through the phantom, running straight towards Shen Zishu: "Why do you have to rob my chef when you can't just rob anything else? You are crazy."

Hearing He Feng's voice getting closer, Shen Zishu began to struggle. He forcibly broke free from the restraints and reached out to He Feng.

"Good boy."

He Feng raised the corners of his lips, his expression was full of arrogance and confidence. At the moment the long sword was swung, He Feng held Shen Zishu's hand, the connection was instantly opened, the long sword became solid, stuck in the necks of those phantoms, and he killed four or five of them with one draw of the sword.

The throbbing and burning sensation stimulated He Feng's nerves, and a sense of crisis surged throughout his body. He Feng shook off the blood on the long sword and pointed the tip of the sword directly at those phantoms.

"You guys can interrupt my walk, you're really not afraid of death, right?" He chuckled, handed the long knife in his hand to Shen Zishu, turned around and took out another long knife, flipped his wrist and stuck the tip of the knife into the ground: "I'll only count to three, run."

The phantoms panicked and ran away without any hesitation. The scene was extremely chaotic.

He Feng didn't waste any time and started counting: "Three, here I come."

He said count to three means count to three, is there a problem? No problem.

He likes to give people hope and then shatter it, right? He does that too.

Moreover, running prey will stimulate the hunter's nerves very well, so he can kill each escaping prey faster and more accurately.

He swung the knife, slashed, hacked horizontally, and stabbed hard from the top of the head.

Cut the muscles, chop off the thighs, slash open the chest, and pierce the brain.

Like to torture people? That's just unfortunate, he likes it too.

The moonlight was covered with a layer of red gauze. After more than ten minutes, no phantom dared to appear around He Feng, and the ground within fifty meters with He Feng as the center was filled with corpses.

Above the broken limbs and arms, He Feng's right hand showed white bones. Marks of corrosion climbed up his right arm and meandered to his shoulder. The entire sleeve was stained red with his own blood, looking very tragic.

There was some blood on He Feng's cheek, which faded away as the phantom's body slowly disappeared. Soon, He Feng's very satisfied face was revealed.

He Feng's clothes were restored to cleanliness, leaving only the sleeve of his right hand stained with blood. The air pressure around Shen Zishu dropped, giving people a very depressing feeling.

"Ah——" He Feng raised his right hand and observed the bones stuck together by flesh and blood through the moonlight. He laughed softly, his face full of ridicule and seemingly indifferent madness: "One-sided massacre has no meaning to me. It's just a boring game that must be won."

Shen Zishu stared at He Feng who was admiring the bones in the moonlight. He saw He Feng turn around and stretched out his hand to him again.

"But if I, as a butcher, were to be restricted, I would feel excited and even comfortable. If I were a little late, I would have to sacrifice my entire arm. If I were even slower, I would have to let them step on my head. This feeling of pursuit is simply too fascinating."

"Shen Zishu, the one who saved you was never a righteous man, but a lunatic. It's just a debuff, which will only increase my pleasure when I chase you. So, why are you sad?"

For some unknown reason, Shen Zishu held the hand that He Feng extended.

He shook it loosely, turned the man's hand over, leaned over and kissed his thumb: "Maybe he's worried that some crazy hunter won't save me."

"Oh?" He Feng raised his eyebrows, but did not stop Shen Zishu's somewhat overstepping actions. Instead, he held Shen Zishu's hand and pulled him towards him. As the other staggered, he leaned close to his ear and said with a smile, "Then beg me, beg me to save you."

Shen Zishu also chuckled. He tilted his head slightly and looked into He Feng's shining eyes: "Okay, please save me, my soft-hearted hunter."

[Aaaaaah! Family! I'm high! If they both lose a leg, I'm going to amputate it! I'm going to amputate it right now!]

[I feel dizzy, help me, I am really going to die, I am so happy, I feel my heart is full, so happy.]

[You two are a little ambiguous! You two are really a little ambiguous! I am straight into the pit, that's it, I'll eat it! Is it okay for me to eat it! The main character pressed my head and made me eat it! How can I not fall into the pit? I don't believe it! ]

He Feng seemed to have just realized that the atmosphere between them was somewhat ambiguous. He suddenly let go of her hand and took a step back. Feeling the warmth rising on his cheek, his mind became unclear for a moment.

He did something.

What did he do!!!

Please give it back to me! He Feng!!! He Feng! Your lifelong reputation has been ruined by you!

"What's wrong? My hunter is not going to save me?" Shen Zishu couldn't help teasing He Feng. He pretended to be panicked: "Aren't you going to save me?"

"Shut up!" He Feng stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, but the movement hurt his wound and he gasped in pain: "Hiss——"

"I'm sorry." Shen Zishu was really flustered. He watched He Feng buy the healing potion and drink it, lowering his head with some self-blame: "I shouldn't have held your hand again."

"Stop talking nonsense." He Feng drank two bottles of healing potions in a row: "If I didn't hold your hand, how could you have the chance to tease me? That's not right. Why do I feel that you are becoming more and more stupid?"

Shen Zishu was stunned when he heard this. Seeing him so stunned, He Feng almost thought that he was wrong. However, the scene just now happened in reality. This...

"What did you remember?" He Feng asked, "I advise you not to hide anything!"

"No." Shen Zishu answered affirmatively: "There is indeed no opportunity for me to recover my memory. If you ask me what I can think of, the only person I can think of now is you."

He Feng once again experienced the power and charm of Tianke.

Very good, Wenrourou seems to be a little bit dark and likes to play it straight.

The little madman He Feng fell to the ground.

No, he is very interested in Shen Zishu, he needs to study hard how to get Shen Zishu out of the copy.

He has to rob even if he can't. He is so unreasonable.

After thinking this matter through, He Feng looked at Shen Zishu with greedy eyes.

If we have to explain this greed, it is that it changed from being a little hesitant to being determined to get it.

He hesitated at first because he was not sure whether he really wanted to take Shen Zishu away, but now he understood.

No matter whether this person’s cooking is delicious or not, Shen Zishu is bound to him anyway.

If you don't treat your boss well, then he will find a way to kidnap you.

He Feng felt relieved after figuring all this out. He moved his recovered arm twice to make sure there was no impact, then bought a chicken.

“I want chicken soup!”

The time of the copy was still unclear, and it had already darkened.

He Feng, who didn't believe in evil, tried to light the fire again, but his hands were fanning so hard that sparks were almost coming out, but there was still no sign of the flame being ignited.

He Feng tried, He Feng gave up, He Feng gave up his position and watched Shen Zishu succeed once, and He Feng began to send a telegram.

"Fuck you, Gou System, did I fuck your ancestors in my previous life? Have you ever seen anyone who can't be burned by fire? Let me ask you, what pleasure can I get from targeting your father? You are such an ugly flower, just wait, if I don't destroy your copy, I will write my name upside down! Blow me up, I will blow you up, all of you!"

Shen Zishu couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and then he was caught by He Feng who just turned his head: "What are you doing? Are you laughing at me? Are you laughing at me?!"

Shen Zishu avoided He Feng's gaze guiltily, and finally raised his hands in surrender: "I just think you are cute, not laughing at you."

He Feng was silent.

Okay, okay, it’s another straight ball, right? Then He Feng could only admit that he was hit hard.

hateful!

[No, He Ge, why are you blushing? Go beat him up! He praised you for being cute! I was kicked when I praised you!]

"Damn haters!" He Feng directly rewarded the other party with a one-minute silence package: "Everyone be careful, there are assassins!"

[This is so funny, I’m only muting for one minute, bro, are you feeling guilty?]

"Ding! Player Qianqianqian was banned by anchor He Feng for 24 hours~"

[Uh. Rest in peace, Big Brother Bang!]

[Have a nice journey!]

It must be said that although the food sold in the mall is very expensive, the food made by Shen Zishu is simply delicious.

He Feng cooked some rice noodles in the stewed chicken soup. He held the bowl and ate two big bowls of it. He ate so much that he was so full that he lay on the bed unable to move.

"It's such a shame not to open the store." He Feng raised his finger and pointed at Shen Zishu who was cleaning up the dishes and pots: "It's such a shame!"

[Help, I'm hungry, damn it!]

[I'm eating, hehe.]

[Brother! There are haters! Kick them out!]

"I can't kick at all." He Feng touched his slightly bulging belly, collapsed on the bed and sighed: "It's over, I gained a few pounds in this dungeon. If I had known that Shen Zishu's cooking was delicious, I would have eaten compressed biscuits at the beginning."

[Hey? Hege called the right name! Aside from calling him the number one on the list when he was angry, it seems like he never called anyone else's name correctly, right?]

[What I said before makes sense. It makes a lot of sense! I’m done.]

"Really?" He Feng raised his head stubbornly and looked at the busy Shen Zishu: "Hey, it's true. I really remember Shen Zishu's name. Hey, it's this name that reminds me of a nerd. It's really bookish."

"Hmm?" Shen Zishu, who was busy cleaning up, looked over and said, "Are you calling me?"

He Feng: ...

He Feng: "I'm calling a ghost."

The Dead City was even quieter at night. After He Feng arrived at the copy, the Phantom didn't dare to disturb his sleep.

It's like passing gas prematurely, which is a big problem.

He Feng lay on the mattress in a daze. When people have free time, they like to think about this and that. Unconsciously, he thought of the guy who was protected by Shen Zishu and left the copy.

Ang, just like him, He Feng made a loud "Puh" sound.

He is rare in the world, the only one, and if someone is the same as him, he will just puke.

I don't believe it unless that person stands in front of him in person for comparison.

The audience in the live broadcast room suddenly became curious.

[Brother, is there anything bothering you?]

"I don't know." He Feng sighed: "I don't know."

There were quite a few people in the live broadcast room. Many of them came for the dungeon they had never seen before, but when they saw how well He Feng got along with the dungeon BOSS, they were a little puzzled.

[How can the anchor get along so well with the BOSS?]

He Feng replied nonchalantly: "Oh, I am the savior."

[Come on, you? You're lucky to be back alive. Be careful, the boss might kill you at night.]

"You're sending me a pillow just when I'm sleepy." He Feng sneered, "I am indeed the savior, but you are just a rat in the gutter, afraid of death, and when you see others live streaming, you can't help but wish them to die. People like you will have a short life."

[Are you sick? You think you are so powerful, but I never saw you kill a boss for fun. What are you showing off for? You are trash.]

He Feng replied nonchalantly, "When I was using the knife, you were hiding in a corner, praying that the boss would let you go. Your hands are stained with blood in order to survive, right? Can you sleep well at night? My innate ability is psychic communication. Those people who were killed by you in the dungeon are standing behind you and watching you all the time. You are the one who should really worry about whether you will be killed in your sleep."

[Playing tricks!]

[? Hege! He has left the live broadcast room!]

"People like this can't stand being talked at all." He Feng sighed in boredom: "There's no need to turn on the microphone at all, just scare the other person away directly, I am worthy of being you."

As the night deepened, Shen Zishu finished packing and sat back next to He Feng, looking at the starry sky outside through the window with him.

"Hey, if, I mean if." He Feng didn't turn his head: "If you meet the person you sent out of the dungeon again, what will you do?"

Shen Zishu had never thought about this question. He stared at He Feng's profile and thought for a while before answering, "I would like to send him away again."

"Oh." He Feng turned over and faced Shen Zishu: "Then you are quite affectionate."

Shen Zishu noticed that He Feng was in a bad mood, but he couldn't guess why, so he could only stare blankly at He Feng's back.

He Feng was a little unhappy at first, but he didn't expect that he could fall asleep so quickly. Before he could be unhappy for a while, he fell asleep, leaving Shen Zishu still staring at him.

If his intuition was correct, he might know who the person he sent away was.

He spent more than five years trying to save people he couldn't save. He knew from the beginning that he wouldn't succeed, but he still saved them again and again.

He guessed he had done it on purpose, he guessed he knew someone would come to rescue him.

Although the wait was not short, it was indeed a wait.

He is the only intruder into this cage called the City of Death, and also the only one who breaks out.

To save him you have to resonate with him and then sacrifice yourself.

So he needs a madman to save him.

Although he didn't know what he had done, he did feel some obstacles in He Feng.

An obstacle that could protect He Feng but also affected him.

His little madman seemed to be pulled into this endless game again. Following the once predetermined route, he entered this copy, met him again, and saved him without hesitation.

This is his He Feng, this little madman who belongs to him alone.

"I don't seem to be what you imagined." Shen Zishu whispered softly: "In this case, will you still come close to me?"