Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Qian Youlin acted very quickly and left without any delay. However, before leaving, he was afraid that his brother had no money, so he gave him a lot of tips.

The fancy rewards dazzled He Feng. He covered his face with a slap, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

[Should I say he is worthy of being the richest man in the horror game system? He is so rich that it is hard to describe him.]

[Brother He was forced to cover his eyes, the number one brother on the list is really something, brush it for me! I don’t mind!]

[The abacus beads in front of me fell on my face.]

[Wait a minute, my brother is asleep...]

He Feng, who didn't expect that he would fall asleep, fell into a dream, leaving everyone in the studio looking at each other in bewilderment.

No, my sleep quality is getting better and better.

This is indeed the case. Ever since He Feng entered the Dead City dungeon, his sleep quality has skyrocketed. He falls asleep faster and faster, and sleeps more and more soundly. The more than 100,000 viewers in the live broadcast room were so envious that they couldn't walk.

If, they mean if, they could get one-tenth, no, no, no, one-twentieth of this sleep quality, they would be super happy, really!

Shen Zishu still looked gentle, but this time he kissed He Feng's heart through the thin blanket.

The place that had been pierced for him.

He felt a little sleepy as he stared at He Feng sleeping. Without thinking too much, he lay on the sofa chair, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Barrage:……

Woohoo, I want to share a copy with Brother He, they sleep so soundly. Woohoo.

Hands clasped, pulling, breaking apart, saying goodbye.

He Feng dreamed of the scene where Shen Zishu shook off his hand again. He woke up instantly in anger and slapped him without even having time to open his eyes.

"It's getting dark." Shen Zishu laughed helplessly. He stared at He Feng's face carefully, as if he was looking at an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time: "Are you hungry?"

"Who is a good person who eats and sleeps, and eats when he wakes up?" He Feng muttered and turned over: "Isn't that a piglet?"

Shen Zishu: "Would you like to eat roast chicken?"

He Feng stood up instantly with a somersault.

He Feng has a pair of fox eyes with upturned corners. From certain angles, when He Feng looks satisfied, he really looks like a little fox.

What makes people believe that he is a little fox is that He Feng likes to eat chicken very much.

Roasted chicken, fried chicken, stewed chicken, stir-fried chicken, as long as it is chicken, there is nothing He Feng doesn't like.

When he was still in the hospital, he had to pick a few days a week to go out for a whole chicken feast so that he could stay in the hospital peacefully.

His obsession with chicken has reached an astonishing level, but the conditions of the copy are limited, but He Feng still tries his best to seek benefits for himself.

For example, now I’m forcing Shen Zishu to roast a chicken for him.

The roast chicken coated with honey sauce had already given off a fragrant aroma. After He Feng tried to steal some of it several times but was stopped by Shen Zishu each time, he became angry.

A large ball covered with a thin blanket huddled on the mattress, with only his head exposed, staring at Shen Zishu.

After being stared at for more than ten minutes, Shen Zishu surrendered and increased the speed of flipping the grilled pork: "It was really not cooked just now."

"It smells good!" He Feng was dissatisfied: "It smells good!"

"It's really not cooked yet." Shen Zishu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Little glutton."

"Hey! How dare you say that to me?" He Feng propped himself up and sat up, looking at Shen Zishu with his hands on his hips: "Believe it or not, I will take care of you!"

"I believe it." Shen Zishu responded without hesitation, and used He Feng's dagger to cut the chicken open to see if it was cooked inside: "Well, it's cooked now, do you want to eat it?"

"Look! Look!" He Feng ran over wrapped in a thin blanket and reprimanded Shen Zishu: "I said it was cooked!"

Shen Zishu was ready to kill him with one blow: "Do you know why you always have stomachaches after eating your cooking?"

He Tianzhen really wants to know Feng: "You know?"

Shen Zishu nodded mysteriously: "Because every time I eat it before it's cooked, of course I get a stomachache."

He Feng was silent. He Feng took out "Dawn": "You die."

At dinner, He Feng took over a whole chicken by himself, drove Shen Zishu away, and vowed to defend the roast chicken to the death.

Then, because the roast chicken was too big, he was so full that he had to take Shen Zishu for a walk again to digest the food.

After being killed by He Feng several times, those phantoms no longer dared to appear at night. Only the brightly lit stall and He Feng and Shen Zishu who were taking a leisurely walk remained.

"If I really take you out, what will you do?" He Feng asked casually: "Go find the person you sent out of the dungeon?"

Shen Zishu, who had been accompanying him all the time, smiled and shook his head: "I know he is doing well, that's enough. Now I just want to follow you. Wherever you go, I will go."

"That's right." He Feng slapped his thigh and said, "This is the right attitude to treat a lifesaver! Just follow me."

"Okay, I'll follow you all the way." Shen Zishu pulled He Feng's clothes: "Did you kiss me when we were at the bottom of the lake?"

"What kiss? What kiss?" He Feng's cheeks quickly turned red: "I'm afraid you'll suffocate to death due to lack of oxygen."

"But I can be refreshed." Shen Zishu looked very innocent: "You just need to rescue me, I can recover by myself, but why did you kiss me?"

He Feng turned away.

Whoever wants to walk around this bend can do so, but he can’t walk at all anyway.

Damn it! Why did he remember? Shouldn't he be turned off?

Besides, he was just worried that Shen Zishu would really drown. What was wrong with him? He didn't have any problem at all.

So it’s all Shen Zishu’s fault.

He Feng thought as he walked, and his pace unconsciously increased. He soon left Shen Zishu behind, so naturally he could not see the upturned corners of Shen Zishu's lips.

The copy still didn't know what time it was. As the night deepened, He Feng sat on the mattress, trying not to close his eyes.

[Brother, please don’t work too hard.]

[Family members, if I were half as motivated as Brother He, I wouldn’t have been forced to flee in panic by the final boss.]

[Wow, he doesn't even sleep anymore, isn't this love?]

"I just can't stand those things being complacent." He Feng dragged out the ending of each word. He yawned and said, "I'll break it sooner. I want to go out and buy my little house sooner."

[Wuwuwuwuwu, brother, you are really, I am crying, you don’t care about asking us how to take Boss brother out? Stop being so stubborn! ]

[The only thing about me that is the most stubborn is my mouth!]

"Stop talking nonsense." He Feng's eyelids began to twitch. He scratched his head, then naturally held his chin with his palm: "My fist is also hard."

[Okay, the point has been diverted. Let’s bet on when He Ge will fall asleep.]

[In ten minutes.]

[Have faith in Brother He, I bet for five minutes!]

[I still don’t have confidence. I bet on three minutes!]

"Damn it, there are more anti-fans!" He Feng exclaimed: "Xiao Qian, kick them out!"

[Oh no, I’m so confused, the top guy on the list has gone to the dungeon, Hege!]

"Oh."

He Feng delayed for a long time before responding. He nodded his head little by little, and finally, as everyone expected, he was caught by Shen Zishu on a thin blanket.

Looking at the way Shen Zishu carefully tucked the quilt for He Feng, the comments were so funny.

"Good night."

Looking at He Feng sleeping soundly, Shen Zishu couldn't help but lower his voice very softly, so softly that even the barrage of comments couldn't hear what he said after good night.

At dawn the next day, He Feng suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to get up.

Why did he fall asleep? Oh my god! Why did he fall asleep! His plan! He just fell asleep!

"It's not too late." Shen Zishu poked his head out of the house, looked at He Feng who kept rubbing his hair and smiled, "You can even have breakfast first."

After being comforted by him, He Feng calmed down and sat obediently waiting for dinner.

Still using that big bowl, He Feng slurped up a bowl of noodles, put the bowl on the table, and sighed with satisfaction.

[I just want to ask who can tell the difference between a picnic and a dungeon. Who can tell the difference? I can’t tell the difference anyway.]

[Haha, let’s not talk about how our bandit He Neng is even more BOSS than the BOSS, now let’s look at his relationship with Zishu, I think I understand why you guys are obsessed with him.]

[Welcome to join the group of foodies.]

Breakfast time was over, He Feng took out "Dawn" and split it into two, and handed the single-edged long sword to Shen Zishu.

"Are you confident, Mr. Shen?" He Feng flexed his wrist and asked Shen Zishu who was standing beside him with a smile: "If you stop those three figures, what do you want to say to them?"

Shen Zishu looked strange for a moment, but he concealed it well: "Tell them that it was successful. Everything they did was successful."

He Feng nodded: "Very good, let's go."

After three days, He Feng completely understood the entire copy of the Dead City.

The reason why players cannot touch things in the dungeon is because players are not considered part of the dungeon.

What about Shen Zishu who can be bumped into but not touched?

It can be said that this was a deliberate act of the Gou system, but more importantly, He Feng believed that Shen Zishu was half a player, and the other half was a carrier.

A carrier that allows players to enter the dungeon.

When the player holds Shen Zishu's hand, they can hit the phantom NPC inside, but they will be attacked back and even corroded by the backlash until only bones are left.

Isn't this trying to dissuade players from helping Shen Zishu? And the setting of being intercepted by all phantoms is also trying to dissuade players, so that they can only stay in this instance forever, just like Shen Zishu.

So, this copy is specially prepared for some people who can't handle the horror game system, such as He Feng, who is rare in a century. So in the five years since the creation of this copy, He Feng is the first person to set foot in the copy. After all, he destroyed two copies, cut off the supply of the horror game system, and scolded the system.

But who is He Feng? Would he give up the challenge just because he was injured? Impossible.

Then how could he not take the things he liked? It was even more impossible.

The Gou system really looked down on him. It actually underestimated He Feng's crazy nature and thought that everything would be fine as long as he snatched Shen Zishu away.

It’s so funny, is he thinking He Feng’s spirit value of -100 is a joke?

It's just a small carrier. It's not impossible to use his life. Anyway, He Feng can't lose, not in this life, otherwise it would be a shame to his 120 added ability value.

So He Feng prepared to stay awake all night and set off directly at dawn, but he underestimated the quality of his sleep in the copy. He slept soundly and no one was smart enough to disturb him. It would be a waste if he didn't sleep. Fortunately, there was Shen Zishu who was keeping an eye on the time so he didn't waste any sleep.

The time of the copy is still unknown, and the sky is getting bright.

He Feng and Shen Zishu clasped hands together and staggered towards the center of the city.

Just like yesterday, the center of the city today is still filled with phantom mountains and phantom seas, which makes He Feng's hands itch itchy.

He Feng held that half of "Xiao" in his hand, with the tip of the knife pointing directly at the phantom that was retreating a little.

"Killing you guys every day is a bit boring." He Feng took back the long knife and handed it to Shen Zishu: "I'll show you something good, hehe."

When the old friends, the Spirit-Transforming Water and the Bone-Transforming Water, appeared, the live broadcast room cheered for a while. The audience watched Shen Zishu pour the Spirit-Transforming Water on the long sword, and then ignited the fire on the blade. A flaming long sword was created.

The live broadcast room was boiling with excitement.

[Frog fun! I learned a lot!]

[Mom! I’m done with my studies!]

The long sword caught fire, and the "Xiao" held by He Feng collided with the "Po" in Shen Zishu's hand. The "Po" that was originally in good condition also quickly caught fire.

Under the firelight, He Feng's smiling face became particularly terrifying in the eyes of the phantom.

"It's the last day, let me give you something good to eat." He Feng shook his hand that was clasped with Shen Zishu's: "Let's go, Mr. Shen."

Shen Zishu smiled and nodded: "Got it."

A one-sided massacre began.

He Feng didn't use this trick at first because the long swords sold in the mall couldn't withstand it, but "Dawn" was different. This thing was very durable and was directly physically strengthened and upgraded by He Feng.

The two flaming long swords basically left no one alive wherever they went.

The phantoms screamed and fled. He Feng paid special attention to the phantoms that took Shen Zishu away yesterday. He chopped them into pieces, scattered them all over the ground, and were completely devoured by the flames.

Soon, most of the phantoms were resolved.

He Feng knew that this was not the final battlefield, so he left those running phantoms behind, looked at Shen Zishu, and rushed to the lake.

"I'm scared, Jiang Wei, I'm really scared, I don't dare, I don't want to die yet, Jiang Wei, I'm scared..."

"If you're afraid, just don't die." He Feng interrupted, "Why torture yourself?"

When Qi Lili heard the voice, she looked up and saw the person she had always wanted to save. Her eyes quickly filled with tears, and she looked at Shen Zishu as if for confirmation.

"Successful." Shen Zishu nodded at them: "We succeeded in everything."

Qi Yu's body went limp, he knelt on the ground, tears as big as beans fell one by one, and he burst into tears in an instant.

"See, I said Qi Yu is really unreliable as a brother." Qi Lili laughed out loud and let the tears fall: "We, we succeeded, our death was not in vain."

"Yeah." Jiang Wei's eyes also turned red. He turned his head and looked at the lake: "Brother Shen?"

"That's enough." Shen Zishu turned his head and looked at He Feng: "Can my soft-hearted savior come with me?"

"You talk as if you would encounter monsters without me." He Feng shrugged, looking at Qi Yu who was laughing with snot bubbles with some disdain: "You guys take a rest, we will be back soon."

The Savior walked hand in hand with the hostage he wanted to rescue and stepped into the lake together.

Watching the two of them leave, Jiang Wei finally couldn't help it. He collapsed on the ground and cried loudly.

Their consciousness has been trapped for too long, and they are almost going crazy from repeating the same mistakes again and again.

Fortunately, fortunately their saviors have returned.

"Everything will be fine." Qi Lili squatted down and hugged her two brothers: "We will win."