Infinite: Dawn Game

"naughty."

Zhou Yuanyang didn't care about the nun's teasing. He gently touched the centipede's head again, completely ignoring the blood dripping from his fingertips.

"Alright, alright."

The nun yawned as she sat on the sofa, her bright red lips pursed in the light.

"Get to the point, I have a lot of things to do."

Zhou Yuanyang continued stroking the large centipede coiled around his body, and without further ado, said:

"Next dungeon, you and Yu Shijiu will go together."

"?"

The nun raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised:

"Did our church admit that little boy?"

"No." Zhou Yuanyang shook his head directly and said with a smile, "I'm still working on it."

"Tsk."

The nun scoffed at this, "I don't think it's possible. That little boy looks like a troublemaker. Even if the old man wanted us to recruit him, it would be impossible."

Didn't you see that other guilds tried hard in the shadows for a long time but failed to make any moves?

The nun wasn't stupid; she naturally knew what Zhou Yuanyang meant by calling her over to say those words.

However, she was simply asked to think of a way to recruit Yu Shijiu in the game instance—if that didn't work, they would see what else to do.

"If he's unwilling, there's nothing we can do."

Surprisingly, Zhou Yuanyang wasn't as certain as he seemed.

"The guild tournament is about to begin. As you know, the game rules have changed this time. We'll not only be competing against other guilds in this town, but also those in other towns..."

As Zhou Yuanyang finished speaking, he sighed. The blood dripping from his fingertips was devoured by the giant centipede, and a sharp, stinging pain kept shooting from the wound into his brain.

He maintained his gentle expression. "This year's guild tournament might be even tougher than last year... We have to find a way, don't we?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Upon hearing this, the nun did not show any excitement or emotion; instead, she covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"When did Bishop Zhou become so serious about the church? It's really rare to see him like this."

“It is only right to do things for the church.”

Zhou Yuanyang accepted the nun's sarcasm with a smile:

So, are you going to take this job or not?

"Of course I'll accept it."

The nun looked up and blinked.

"To be honest, I'm quite curious about that little boy."

As she spoke, the nun pulled her bright red lips upwards and lightly licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, like a beautiful venomous snake flicking its tongue in the darkness.

"I wonder if, as a 'drug person,' he would be more resilient than others?"

Zhou Yuanyang's expression remained unchanged. "If you have that ability."

"..."

The nun was silent for a few seconds, then stood up. "Take a look."

She bent down and patted the smooth hem of her skirt, then leaned closer to Zhou Yuanyang's face in her high heels.

Zhou Yuan sat motionless, smiling as he looked at her.

"Bishop Zhou's face is really handsome."

The nun's breath was sweet and fragrant. Her stunningly beautiful eyes curved as she gazed at Zhou Yuanyang, gently reaching out to touch his face.

"hiss!"

The giant centipede hovering over Zhou Yuan's chest suddenly lunged forward, its sharp mandibles snapping at the nun's outstretched hand—

Even though the nun noticed its movements and quickly shrank back, she was still bitten on some of her flesh.

The giant centipede viciously writhed, biting at the piece of skin on her fingertip, and slowly swallowed the flesh with its gaping maw.

Tick ​​tock!

Bright red drops of blood dripped from the nun's fingertips, quickly staining the pure white sofa with a few drops of blood.

Compared to the nun's mangled fingertips, the wounds on Zhou Yuanyang's hands were nothing.

The stinging pain in her fingertips made the nun's face turn pale. She looked down at the wound on her body, where the bone was almost visible, and chuckled.

She had no doubt that if she had been slower to pull her hand back, her finger might have been bitten off.

"He actually has some strength."

The nun took the handkerchief Zhou Yuanyang threw to her and wrapped it around her fingers, then shook her head at the giant centipede in Zhou Yuanyang's arms, which was raising its head and poised to strike.

"Forget it, forget it. Can't even make a joke? It's not funny."

Her response was the giant centipede opening its mouth wide again.

Shh, be good.

Zhou Yuanyang's gentle voice rang out. He gently pinched the head of the giant centipede and pulled it back, slowly bringing it back to his chest. Just as he was about to let go, he saw the giant centipede, which had been stopped, turn its head and bite his collarbone again.

"hiss."

The collarbone is quite sensitive, and Zhou Yuanyang frowned in pain before looking up and saying something to the nun who was about to leave.

"Feel sorry."

Zhou Yuanyang said, "She's quite clingy to me."

"..." The nun rolled her eyes and walked out of the room without saying a word.

After the sound of high heels disappeared, Zhou Yuanyang looked down at the large centipede biting his collarbone.

The giant centipede seemed somewhat angry; its densely packed tentacles clung tightly to his clothes, and its two antennae twitched and bent incessantly, making the skin on his chest itch.

"what happened?"

Zhou Yuanyang stood up, walked to the light switch, and turned off the light.

Why are you suddenly so angry?

In response, the giant centipede bit into its collarbone again.

"..."

"Hahaha." Zhou Yuanyang laughed heartily, his gentle features appearing somewhat eerie in the dim light.

"It'll be soon." Zhou Yuan looked down.

The giant centipede seemed to sense his fluctuating emotions; its two antennae trembled, and it slowly released its mouthparts and raised its head.

"It'll be soon, baby."

Zhou Yuanyang lowered his head and kissed the antennae on the top of the giant centipede's head, repeating the sentence again as the giant centipede convulsed.

"We have plenty of time."

"It won't be long, believe me..."

In the dimly lit room, a man with one handsome face and the other disfigured lowered his head, letting a strange, large centipede lean against his face, a smile on his face.

"Trust me..." he added, as if making a promise:

"I'll do it."

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The corridor leading to the laboratory.

The clicking sound of high heels continued.

The nun who made the sound was not in a good mood.

She clenched her injured fingers tightly, the bone exposed, her usually smiling and charming eyes now as cold as ice.

Even knowing that the giant centipede was an inanimate creature without consciousness, the nun was still extremely annoyed.

How long has it been since she was injured?

It must have been a very, very long time ago, right?

As a seasoned player in the Black Robe Church who can both heal and kill, the nun hasn't even run a game dungeon in almost half a year.

After all, the points she can get every day are much more than those she can get from game dungeons.

But since Zhou Yuanyang had brought it up, she had no choice but to give him face and go to the next game instance.

Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of something falling came from the laboratory not far away.

The nun frowned and quickened her pace—

They were stopped.

The newcomer was a player completely covered in a black robe.

"Sister."

The player bowed slightly to her, then slowly raised his head.