Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

The matter ended with He Feng surrendering. He really had no way to deal with Shen Zishu and could only admit defeat.

After making sure everything was settled, He Feng lay on the ground, feeling a little tired.

Shen Zishu beside him was watching him with great concern, and his anxious look made He Feng laugh.

"Hey, you care about me a lot?" He Feng joked, "Why are you so worried about me?"

Shen Zishu looked flustered for a moment, but he quickly suppressed his shame. He turned his head and looked away, hesitating for a long time before he softly responded, "Yeah."

He Feng's smile dulled, and he finally covered his blushing cheeks with his arms in defeat.

Damn it, he, He Feng, the big devil in the hospital, the savior of the entire dungeon world, who could make the medical troublemakers run away with just a few words, and could turn the entire dungeon upside down, or even destroy it directly, but! He couldn't even deal with a straight-forward idiot.

"I'm really being held captive." He Feng sighed, lowered his arms and looked at Shen Zishu's equally blushing cheeks: "I will take you away from here. Of course, you can also be unwilling, but if you don't want to, I will kill you now."

"How could I not be willing?" Shen Zishu smiled softly and turned his head slightly to meet He Feng's gaze: "I will always look up to the savior who saved me from the abyss."

He Feng: ...

He Feng, whose whole face turned red, was furious: "Shut up!"

This time, after coming into contact with Shen Zishu, He Feng suffered a corrosive injury and had to drink three bottles of healing potions before his arm recovered to normal.

He Feng, who could already guess what would happen tomorrow, immediately performed a set of military boxing moves in the air.

Okay, okay, let’s follow the system, right? Let’s see who can defeat who first!

Speaking of Zhan, He Feng suddenly remembered the "Dawn" given to him by the achievement system.

He opened the backpack and saw a long knife that was completely black.

This long sword is longer than the one He Feng bought from the mall. Its front end is slightly curved, and the blade is engraved with intricate patterns, making it look very classic and gorgeous.

A different feeling surged from the bottom of his heart, and He Feng involuntarily took out the long sword and held it in his hand.

For a moment, the blade shook slightly and made a tiny roar, like the excitement of a long-awaited reunion, or like the best recognition it could give.

He Feng stared at the blade in a daze. He turned his wrist and swung the blade lightly. The sound of the blade breaking through the air was loud and clear.

An idea inexplicably popped up in He Feng's mind, that is, this knife will never become dull, and blood will become its best nourishment.

It just so happened that a bunch of phantoms suddenly emerged around He Feng. They huddled together, baring their teeth at He Feng. They were so ugly that it was unbearable to look at them, as if they were demonstrating.

"I got a good thing." He Feng stretched out his right hand behind him: "Try it with me?"

The man behind him stretched out his left hand and held He Feng's hand without any hesitation. Through Shen Zishu, He Feng once again briefly became a member of this copy, and the long sword in his hand was able to touch those annoying phantoms.

"You still don't understand me." He Feng smiled and held the long knife across his chest: "So, the slaughterhouse will return in a limited time."

"Dawn" is simply not on the same level as the long swords bought in the mall.

If those long swords are usable, then "Dawn" is tailor-made for He Feng.

The pitch-black blade was stained with blood, and every time it was swung it would produce an excited buzzing sound, just like its owner, crazy and arrogant.

The blood without any temperature splashed on his face and into his eyes, but He Feng's smile became brighter and brighter, and "Dawn" also trembled with excitement.

He rushed forward with Shen Zishu, slaughtering these phantoms at will. Wherever they went, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as broken limbs.

If He Feng was just good at using the long sword before, now he was almost integrated with "Dawn". He swung his sword so fast that it left an afterimage, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger.

He smiled comfortably, ignoring the damage caused by the backlash, and tried his best to kill all the phantoms.

Shen Zishu also let him go, with a smile on his lips, he diligently finished off He Feng. Of course, it wasn't that He Feng wasn't killed, but He Feng wasn't chopped into pieces enough, so he added two more kills.

[He is so crazy, I love him so much!]

[I really did! When Brother He inserted the stick into my heart, my heart almost stopped. Guys, I cried out loud. Woohoo, I want Brother He to live forever!]

[Yes! Punish He Ge to be immortal forever!]

[Family members, I was just rescued. I saw my brother stabbed my heart and my heart went into cardiac arrest…]

[The top brother is deeply in love! ]

"You will never die." He Feng sneered and chopped off a head with his backhand: "Just let me be the boss."

[If I am willing, that is not impossible.]

[That’s not impossible.]

"Get lost." He Feng cursed with a smile and dealt with the last phantom: "The massacre is over. Your brother has killed 1116 people in total. It's awesome."

He stood in the only open space and glanced at the tragic scene around him. He quickly drank the healing potion to recover from his injuries, then took out the camera again and reversed the lens, aiming it at himself and Shen Zishu.

"It would be a shame not to take photos of such a beautiful scenery." He Feng raised the hand that he was holding Shen Zishu's hand with, and grinned, "Hehe, little white rabbit, let me look at the camera this time."

Shen Zishu, who had been staring at He Feng, turned his head aggrievedly and looked at the pitch-black round plate.

The shutter was pressed at this moment, and He Feng held the photo and looked at the picture on it, feeling very satisfied.

He really is worthy of his name, so ridiculously handsome, my friends.

Of course the one next to him is not bad either.

The corpses slowly disappeared. He Feng flicked the blade of "Dawn" with his fingers and laughed so hard as he listened to the crisp sound of the blade.

Damn, Xiao has done a great job this time! I must praise you to death next time I see you!

As He Feng thought about it, he carefully examined the long sword and simply couldn't let it go.

But he found something wrong as soon as he took a look.

First, there are some clues about the patterns on the handle, and then there is a not-so-obvious crack on the blade.

He Feng was stunned for a moment and then subconsciously turned the secret buckle on the handle, and the long sword in his hand instantly split into two.

One is a single-edged long sword. The tip of the sword is very sharp because the blade is separated, which is very suitable for piercing something.

The other one was a double-edged long sword. He Feng guessed without even trying that the two edges were so sharp that they could cut through metal like mud. This kind of double-edged long sword was suitable for ambidextrous people to use.

It's like "dawn" applies to both him and Shen Zishu.

Shen Zishu likes to kill with one blow, by stabbing through the heart or slitting the neck. A single-edged long sword is very suitable for him. He Feng is very skilled in using a knife with both hands, and his moves are random, so a double-edged sword is suitable for him, allowing him to swing it at will.

This coincidence made He Feng suspicious.

He wasn't stupid enough to think that this was done intentionally by the achievement system.

After all, it seemed like he and this "Dawn" had been getting used to each other for a long time, and there was no obstacle in using it, and it could even be described as familiar.

He Feng suddenly remembered that when he was in the Dawn Village, Gou Zi and Xiao Yanjing had both said that he was like a big boss who had experienced several dungeons.

But how is this possible? He has been in the hospital for five years.

Five years later, Shen Zishu sent that person...

A sharp, stabbing pain surged from deep within his brain, and the pain that he hadn't felt for a long time bent He Feng's straight back.

He remembered that every time he tried to recall what happened before he entered the hospital, there would always be this pain that was enough to crush a person. Over time, he put this matter behind him and was upset because he couldn't sleep.

Something was preventing him from recalling what had happened, and He Feng's intuition told him that this thing was not a horror game system.

"Ding, the host He Feng does not have the authority to query relevant information. I hope the host will continue to work hard."

"Ha," He Feng dodged Shen Zishu's hand that was supporting him, and straightened his back shakily: "How long do you think you can keep it a secret from me?"

"It won't be long. I hope the host will continue to work hard."

He Feng didn't reply. He looked down at the two long swords in his hands and sneered.

Okay, then he would just wait and see what was plotting against him.

By then, he will definitely chop that thing's head off. No one can control him, no one.

Shen Zishu looked at He Feng with a bit of anxiety as he saw his solemn face. He didn't know what was wrong with He Feng. He just watched He Feng suddenly bend over, veins popping out on his forehead in pain, and he looked extremely painful.

"You won't die." Looking at Shen Zishu's anxious look, He Feng teased, "It's just a headache. I'm used to it."

Shen Zishu pursed his lips and remained silent.

He hated He Feng saying that he was used to pain. This description made him uncomfortable. Even though he was also used to pain, he didn't like He Feng saying that.

But Shen Zishu would not say it directly. No one wanted to hear such a tough order as "get rid of this habit", not to mention that he was facing a little lunatic who didn't like being restrained. If someone asked directly the reason, He Feng would not answer.

So Shen Zishu changed the subject: "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

The time of the copy is unclear again, but it is definitely meal time.

He Feng was holding a familiar-looking large bowl and slurping his food. Shen Zishu, wearing a floral apron, was sitting next to He Feng, looking at him with a smile.

"belch--"

He Feng put down the bowl and burped. He was tired of saying that Shen Zishu's cooking was delicious, but he still gave a thumbs up to the live broadcast room, expressing his recognition and praise for Shen Zishu's cooking skills.

[He really is, I am crying my eyes out, my family, I ate so much that I couldn’t speak and still got praised, I am so drunk.]

"You're disgusting." He Feng commented objectively: "Just eat it, eat it, it's a bit disgusting, not to mention that I just ate."

[Aaaaaah! He didn’t deny it! He’s having an affair with the BOSS!]

"Oh, I want to ask you something." He Feng straightened his attitude: "I want to pack up Shen Zishu and take him away. How should I take him? Can I put him in my backpack?"

[…The CP I’m obsessed with is real. He really wants to take him away. I’ll die first. By the way, I can’t put any space in my backpack.]

"Then you boasted that you can fit everything in, but I think you are just pretending." He Feng tutted in dissatisfaction, and turned to look at Shen Zishu: "Excuse me, do you have a way to leave, Mr. Shen?"

"Mr. Shen may not be able to do it." Shen Zishu's lips curled up because of He Feng's address to him: "But Mr. Shen can try."

"Oh." He Feng pretended to be calm and turned his head away from Shen Zishu. When he moved, the tip of his red ear was exposed to Shen Zishu: "Then you can try it."

"Really no one says you're cute?" Shen Zishu raised his hand and traced the outline of He Feng's ears from a distance: "You're so cute that Mr. Shen wants to keep you in the dungeon forever."

He Feng narrowed his eyes: "Hmm?"

"But then I will never be able to touch you, and something will come to disturb us, which is disgusting." Shen Zishu made a very disgusted expression, successfully making the somewhat vigilant He Feng laugh: "So I decided to leave with you. My soft-hearted savior will definitely not mind taking in a poor boss like me, right?"

"Ha." He Feng raised an eyebrow at Shen Zishu: "I really miss the silly and soft you at the beginning. The current you seems to have a lot of bad intentions."

"Really?" Shen Zishu stared at He Feng eagerly, looking a little pitiful: "Then will you still come close to me? Close to me who has so many bad intentions."

He Feng was defeated by his innocent look. After he nodded and gave an affirmative answer, Shen Zishu was satisfied.

[I don’t know what the relationship is between these two people, but Qi Guan and I are not like that.]

[…Uh, big brother on the list, I can only say uh…]

[No? You two aren’t together? ? No? ? ? That’s not right, isn’t this a bit wrong? ]

[? Huh? What do you mean we are not together? You are wrong...]

"Hey, there's a fool here." He Feng was lying on the mattress, mocking Qian Youlin: "Xiao Qian, I'm not saying anything bad about you. It's okay to be a little emotionally dull, but if you're too emotionally dull, then you're really stupid."

[Brother, don't scare me. I'll protect you.]

"Oh, you're protecting someone, so you behave so intimately, right?" He Feng shrugged: "Organ, you've worked hard."

Qi Guanju, who usually doesn't post comments, made a rare reply: [Yeah.]

Qian Youlin was stunned by the interaction between the two. He sat on the bed and subconsciously began to bite his nails.

No, that’s not right. It’s really not right.

Although he had some ambiguity with Ju Ju, uh, Qi Guan, he didn't feel that Qi Guan liked him at all.

Even if Qi Guan protected him everywhere and even refused to accept his brother's money, he would still follow him all the time. He would give him the best things in the dungeon first, rush to him as soon as something happened, and use his skills many times just for his boring ideas. He also had a whistle that would come to his side as soon as it was blown...

Fuck, he couldn't think anymore.

Qi Guanju, this big fool, likes him? Even if he likes him, why doesn’t he tell him?!

Did you know that he has a very low sensitivity to emotions?

[I'm angry, I'm leaving, bye brother, waiting for your good news.]

"Go away, come out and tell me you're safe." He Feng waved his hand and pulled the thin blanket to cover himself: "Except that you are an idiot, I can't say anything."

[I can't accept it.]

[Wait! Big brother! You and organs are really good together!]

[Listen to me, I can’t accept that the person I have a crush on likes me but doesn’t tell me, leaving me, an idiot in relationships, to guess.]

[So I got angry and went to the dungeon myself. Bye.]

"You guys will make me laugh to death sooner or later." He Feng burrowed into the thin blanket: "If I like someone, I will force myself on them. None of you can do that."