Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Perhaps it was because when He Feng asked about Xi Huamo's identity, this idiot came with other players to cause trouble.

As soon as Xi Huamo stepped into the courtyard, she smelled the lingering aroma of food in the air. Her stomach, which had been hungry all day, began to growl, which made her look at He Feng with even more resentment.

"You are really selfish." Xi Huamo said with a smile, her voice sounding sickeningly coquettish: "Why don't you share the resources with everyone? Why do you keep them to yourself? We are all players and should work together. Unlike me, I always think of my teammates first when I have something good."

At this point, Xi Huamo pretended to widen her eyes and pretended to be surprised: "You are not really that devil, are you? No wonder you don't care about us, I suddenly understand."

He Feng looked at Xi Huamo expressionlessly as she performed awkwardly, and wiped her face with some fatigue.

Should he cut her with a knife, cut her with a knife, or cut her with a knife?

As the night deepened, the moon was obscured by clouds, leaving only the unextinguished fire still emitting light.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, and the crackling sound of the firewood in the fire was very abrupt in the quiet environment.

In Xi Huamo's eyes, He Feng's silence signified guilt. She was so proud that she did not notice that there were more dark shadows on the surrounding rooftops.

Shen Zishu, who possessed a devil identity card, activated his skill and summoned all the monsters in the tombs. Now the monsters occupied the area around the courtyard, waiting for their master's order to rush forward.

"Selfish people die early~" Xi Huamo covered her mouth, thinking she was being playful, and winked at He Feng: "It's just a joke, brother won't be angry, right?"

He Feng was not going to spoil her, but before he took Dawn out of the backpack, He Feng was hugged by Shen Zishu and was protected tightly by a pair of black wings.

Three pairs of black wings spread out from behind Shen Zishu. He held He Feng in his arms, raised his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Xi Huamo with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Just because he won't kill players doesn't mean I won't." Shen Zishu spoke in a calm voice, looking at Xi Huamo as if he were looking at a piece of garbage: "Don't let me hear you say that again. After all, I will really kill you. Do you understand?"

Xi Huamo was speechless for a moment. She looked at Shen Zishu's figure and her body trembled involuntarily.

Although He Feng has high fighting power, he never makes people feel afraid before he actually attacks others.

But Shen Zishu is different.

Xi Huamo remembered that the six-winged angel should be the highest-level and most powerful angel.

What about the six-winged demon? Isn't that Satan?

The information she got from the live broadcast room never mentioned that a player would become Satan...

Moreover.

The fire went out for some reason and the clouds drifted away to reveal the moon below.

The black wings sparkled in the moonlight, very beautiful. A layer of red light floated in Shen Zishu's eyes. On the roof of the courtyard, black monsters were stacked on top of each other, and their green pupils were very obvious.

This person was the one who controlled the monster to attack her.

Xi Huamo's legs went weak and she fell to the ground. She stared blankly at He Feng, who was looking smug in Shen Zishu's arms, and suddenly she noticed a blue light in He Feng's eyes.

"You are a pastor! Quick! Kill him!" Xi Huamo screamed. She pointed at Shen Zishu and shouted crazily, "He is going to kill me! Kill him quickly!"

"Oh——" He Feng deliberately dragged out the last word in a lazy tone. He raised his head and kissed Shen Zishu's chin and said with a smile: "Sorry, the devil is raised by the priest."

At that moment, Xi Huamo felt that she was finished.

The desire to survive made her brain work frantically, and soon she thought of a loophole.

"He won't kill the demon!" Xi Huamo shouted to the players around her, "He won't kill the demon! We will all be trapped in this dungeon and can't get out! None of us can get out!"

Seeing the players being persuaded by her, Xi Huamo's eyes flashed with madness: "As long as, as long as we go together and kill the demon with the hands of the priest, this dungeon will be over! We will be safe!"

A monster suddenly jumped down from the roof and stood in front of Xi Huamo. The fishy smell from its mouth made Xi Huamo tremble even more violently.

"Maybe she would like to go for a ride in the sky, and then stand on the top of the church to bask in the moonlight." He Feng raised his lips and turned to look at Shen Zishu: "What do you think?"

"It's the same feeling as yours." Shen Zishu hugged He Feng's waist from behind and bent down to kiss the corner of He Feng's lips. He raised his eyes and gave Xi Huamo a look. The monster understood what the boss meant and suddenly grabbed Xi Huamo and flew away. When the screams were farther away, Shen Zishu opened his wings and released He Feng: "The priest who raises demons always has the right to kill demons."

He Feng pinched Shen Zishu's face and asked, "What if I want you to die?"

"It's my pleasure." Shen Zishu held He Feng's wrist and kissed his palm: "Will my master let me do this?"

"How could that be." He Feng chuckled. He pushed aside Shen Zishu's hair and touched the purple devil horns that had just grown and were not yet obvious. "I can't wait to love you, so how could I let you die?"

[I just want to say, who else’s couple can be sweeter than mine!! Who else!!!]

[Oh my mother, I am dying of sweetness, my heart is melting, woooooooooo, I can’t wait to love you, how can I let you die, I really am, it’s so sweet to me!]

[Am I the only one who cares about Zishu’s attitude? After that silly girl said that He Ge died early, Zishu was furious…]

[Speaking of which, the first brother on the list said that he was criticized by He Ge because he said something in the live broadcast room that He Ge might die in the dungeon. It seems that these two people seem to care a lot... Do you understand what I mean? ]

[What? The smell of a knife?]

He Feng, who had been hanging out with Shen Zishu for a while, saw this sentence. He suddenly felt that there were still smart people in the live broadcast room. He replied nonchalantly: "Oh, because I almost died once, so I care a lot about people saying that I have a short life."

Shen Zishu's hands clenched involuntarily. He looked at He Feng and tried his best to control his trembling voice and asked, "You, how could you?"

"It's still the same time I went crazy." He Feng scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Well, it's quite embarrassing to talk about it."

When you first start to suffer from insomnia, you can still persuade yourself and tell yourself that it’s okay, because you are already in the hospital and you can just get treatment for any illness.

But when even medication has no effect and you haven’t slept for seven days in a row, your mentality is about to explode, or has already exploded.

He Feng was relatively stable. It was only on the fourteenth day of not being able to sleep that he went crazy.

Not having rest for a long time has caused He Feng to have hallucinations. He always feels that there is something in his brain that prevents him from sleeping, so he stabs his head with a knife.

As a result, he was stopped. He Feng insisted on not giving up his choice. He broke through the encirclement directly, left everyone behind and prepared to jump out of the window. Unfortunately, he failed and was injected with a sedative.

A sour and numb feeling surged into his limbs. He Feng stared at the ceiling and suddenly let go of the breath he was holding.

In an instant, he used his brute force to break free from the straps that bound him, snatched the syringe, thrust it into his own neck, and then pulled it out violently, causing blood to splatter all over the wall.

The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made He Feng begin to feel sleepy. The beeping sound of the instrument sang a lullaby to him, and the electric shock of the defibrillator turned into a gentle patting.

Under the emergency treatment of the medical staff, He Feng finally fell asleep.

In the end, He Feng stayed in the intensive care unit for a week before waking up, and then he began to sleep for a maximum of two hours a day.

This farce that was considered a suicide not only made He Feng unconscious for seven days, but also made him suddenly realize something.

He was actually afraid of dying.

The shrill announcement was frightening. He Feng drowned in the pool of water without any strength to struggle. He could only let himself sink and sink.

His entire body was in excruciating pain, as if he was being cut by countless knives, and the pain was made even worse by the rush of water.

He seemed to be lifted up by something, slowly moving away from the water, and fell into complete coma.

When he woke up, his memory of his coma was vague. He only remembered that he was climbing up and his subconscious was still telling him that he could not die.

After that, He Feng hated people saying that he would die, saying that he had black and blue eyes and looked like a short-lived ghost.

After all, people like him usually have the mission of saving the world. If he dies young, wouldn’t that mean he won’t be able to save the world?

That's not okay.

He Feng spoke in a relaxed tone. Although he felt a little ashamed at first, he soon calmed down and stopped thinking about so many things.

Shen Zishu's eyes turned red when he heard this. He gently hugged He Feng into his arms and couldn't help but choked up as he spoke, "Thank you for your hard work."

"No, I'm actually quite happy." He Feng patted Shen Zishu's back and said to him, "I'm very popular in the hospital, and I've been able to sleep well since I entered the horror game. It's really unusual to not have insomnia."

Seeing the two of them sticking together, Lu Ming walked away very consciously without Shen Zishu having to hurry him.

Well, he has good eyesight, he is good.

Qian Youcheng also left immediately afterwards, and drove away the other players to leave the two of them some space alone.

Well, compared to Lu Ming, he is more thoughtful and better.

"Alright, alright." He Feng rubbed Shen Zishu's face twice and asked, "You're only talking about me. Didn't your memory recover? What did you do before you entered the game?"

Shen Zishu buried his head in the side of He Feng's neck and answered in a muffled voice: "Game development engineer."

He Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Wow, you are amazing. I seem to be an unemployed vagrant, but I have a lot of money for no apparent reason."

Shen Zishu didn't say anything else. He hugged He Feng tightly and wrapped him tightly with his wings.

Suddenly, everything in front of him went dark. He Feng raised his hand and touched Shen Zishu's wings and asked curiously, "Can the devil transform?"

In the Weeping Madonna copy, players who draw the devil can transform into the devil's form, which will increase their ability values ​​and avoid being surrounded by other players.

Yes, although only priests can kill demons, other players can still do it by interfering with the demons.

In other words, this is another copy that the Hidden System deliberately targeted.

Putting this aside, the devil identity card has six forms so far. The first is a human form without wings. Choosing to transform increases the ability value by 10. You can choose to summon monsters at night. The monsters are all ground chickens and they won't use their wings even if they have them. This is also the weakest.

The second type is also in human form, with an ability value increased by 20. The main difference from the first type is that the summoned monster can fly and is more powerful.

The third type will grow a pair of gray wings, and its ability value will increase by 30. It can fly and summon both flying and non-flying monsters. Its overall combat effectiveness is pretty good.

The fourth type is also a pair of wings, but they are pure black wings. The ability value is increased by 40, and the summoned monster can fly.

The fifth type is to grow two pairs of black wings, and the ability value increases by 50. The summoned monster has the ability to fly and is very strong.

Although the above five types are stronger than each other, they all have a disadvantage that the summoned monsters can only block the player, and cannot act at the player's will, let alone during the day.

The last one, the sixth one, was actually a hidden attribute that no one had ever drawn before Shen Zishu.

This kind has three pairs of black wings and even devil horns. It can summon monsters for its own use at any time of day and night. The summoned monsters are very strong and have the ability to fly. More importantly, they listen to human words.

This is simply the strongest support!

He Feng felt that this should be based on personal ability, so Shen Zishu would be in this form. The six-winged demon happened to be Satan, and then the hidden task was activated. Everything was so coincidental and just right.

He is truly worthy of being his boyfriend with a luck value of 90 and an ability value of 100.

He Feng began to feel proud.

[Brother He, you can actually transform, but all priests seem to be the same, I remember.]

"Hmm?" He Feng became interested. He opened his panel and clicked on the assimilation next to his character.

The casual clothes on his body were replaced by soft armor. The silver armor was very dazzling under the moonlight. He Feng looked at his outfit and hesitated.

Uh, is this a priest?

Barrage: Uh, this is a fucking priest???

[No, doesn't a priest only have one form? How did it become like this?]

[Oh my god, how can Hege change from a mage to a warrior? But Hege really looks like a young general, so handsome.]

"This ability value has doubled." He Feng was a little proud. He turned his head to look at Shen Zishu and asked, "Am I handsome?"

Shen Zishu smiled and nodded in agreement.

Xi Huamo was hung on the top of the church and kept crying, but He Feng and Shen Zishu didn't care about her.

As soon as 8:30 arrived, He Feng hugged her boyfriend and went to sleep. As expected, she fell asleep in three seconds, not a second more.

Shen Zishu blew out the candle beside the bed. He was dazed as he looked at He Feng's sleeping profile in the darkness.

"I feel sorry for you." Shen Zishu murmured, leaning over and kissing He Feng's forehead: "Good night, dear."

But even though I knew you would go through this, I would still send you away.

Because my God is the hope of everyone.