immortal game

The word "let" is used in an elegant and interesting way, but the subtext in this statement is clearly to directly snatch other people's seats, and it is only natural for Piansheng No. 10 to say it.

"...Didn't you fucking sit well in your seat, why did you suddenly—" Hearing this, the strong man who was planning to get up and teach Lan Yu and the other two immediately settled in his seat.

"This gentleman, why did you suddenly have such an idea? Didn't you and that little brother—have successfully escaped several rounds of system screening?" Mr. Guan couldn't help but asked, holding his seat tightly The armrest of the chair, although this man looked at him with gentle eyes, it always made him fear for no reason.

Chen Mo still stood where he was, staring at No. 10's back with some puzzlement.

The red-haired woman naturally observed the empty seat next to Chen Mo. Although the other party looked very difficult to deal with, but at the critical moment of life and death, she should give it a go no matter what. Seeing Chen Mo turn his head to look at her, his expressionless face was still there, as if his mind wandered for a moment, then he turned back to look at the man standing in front again.

But the red-haired woman was startled, hesitated for a while, and gave up her original idea.

"You—you—" the man with glasses sitting next to the strong man was also quite afraid of No. 10. He kept his head down while talking, and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you just sit with your boyfriend properly? Do you want to change positions? Could it be that——you two had a fight?"

His pair of peach blossom eyes, which were naturally full of affection, suddenly lifted up, revealing a bit of curiosity, and after meeting No. 10's gaze, he looked away instantly.

Number 10: "..."

"Uncle, if there is any conflict between the couple, just talk about it, I think you and your little boyfriend are quite suitable, don't sit apart—" A Ling also muttered in confusion, but her boyfriend hurriedly covered her mouth .

"Little boyfriend?" Number 10 repeated A Ling's words. The originally ambiguous and charming words seemed dry and desolate in his mouth, but he repeated them on his own, as if he thought it was a bit amusing, as if this A few words have magical power, making the expression that had gradually become cold and hard suddenly come alive again.

On the 10th, he returned to his original polite appearance. He smiled and said to A Ling: "Little girl, what you said is quite right."

Everyone was in a false alarm, but their tense nerves did not dare to relax.

No. 10 returned to Chen Mo.

Looking straight at the man standing in front of him, Chen Mo guessed that even if the level was as high as ten weapons, the system would still control the right to use his body from time to time. The several abnormal states of No. 10 were probably due to this reason.

Sensing the coolness between his brows, No. 10 just smiled and smoothed out the creases between Chen Mo's eyebrows with his fingertips, and stretched out his hand to push Chen Mo onto the seat again, while he straddled Chen Mo gracefully. On Mo's thigh, it seemed that nothing happened just now.

"The *** stop is here. Passengers who want to get off, please get off from the back door. Please be careful when you open the door. Get off and go well. The next stop--" The familiar prompt sounded in my ears again, and the bus had already arrived The ninth stop, but they made no progress along the way.

The front door opened, and a trembling old man walked up slowly. He was holding a walnut-colored cane in his right hand. The back of his hand was full of blue veins. His face was deeply grooved, his facial features were extremely wrinkled, his skin was dry, his cheekbones were prominent, and he had long hair There are many age spots of different sizes, looking a little scary, as soon as Niu'er saw him, she hurriedly hid her head in the pregnant woman's arms.

Seeing this station, a passenger came up, and everyone did not dare to relax their nerves. After all, three death quotas are about to appear. Everyone looked at each other, and from time to time stared nervously at their own bodies. It seemed that as long as they looked at them like this, they could Drive away bad luck.

The red-haired woman quickly squeezed beside Yang Yang when the front door opened, without asking the grandparent and grandson for their opinions at all. The old grandma was trembling with anger, but there was nothing she could do.

"Grass—what's going on?!" Abe, who was crossing his legs and waiting for a good show, cursed in disbelief.

Everyone felt that the people who were most likely to have accidents were safe for the time being. On the contrary, the body of Abe who had the exclusive seat gradually turned into a transparent light spot, and even retained a look of contempt.