A peach tree made a fortune by escape game

The female student was wearing a shirt and miniskirt, shivering from the cold. She looked around and moved cautiously towards the man with glasses.

The man with glasses had a mean face: "Stay away from me, the smell of perfume is really pungent."

The female student was on the verge of tears, clutching her miniskirt at a loss: "I, I'm just cold, and I want the two of us to get closer to keep warm."

After all, the elite man couldn't see it, and greeted: "From now on, we should help each other, come and sit with me."

The female student blinked in surprise: "Yes, is it possible?"

Mo Pantao's eyes were burning, staring at the female student, this girl's face is really strange.

This doesn't look like a living person, the body is full of dead energy, just like a living corpse.He frowned, paying attention to others.

Compared with the female students, the faces of the elite men, sister Yu and the man with glasses are also weird. They all have the appearance of violent death, filled with black air, and it seems that they have all experienced death.Ordinarily, they should all be dead.

Thinking about it, Mo Pantao raised his head in bewilderment, and looked at the black-robed man, wanting to see his face.

Di Yuan lowered his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Mo Pantao shook his head, this person's face was the most normal and also the most contradictory, probably because he was entangled in death, not like a living thing, but incomparably noble and lingering with purple aura.

After all, you can't be full of ghosts, he is authentic mahogany, and even ghosts will be afraid of him.

Mo Pan smiled sweetly, but his clear eyes were full of puzzlement, and he glanced at him tangledly.

The six people each occupy a corner, I don't know if it's the consciousness of a baby bird, Di Yuan is next to Mo Pantao.

The stars under the night were gorgeous and shining, Mo Pantao leaned on his chin and looked out the window: "It's so beautiful, I don't want to open the copy."

While talking about his rich social experience, the elite man observed the other team members, smiling with a bit of disdain.After three or ten minutes of contact, I don't know if it was done deliberately, the elite male and female students chatted more and more speculatively, and almost contracted all the noise in the dormitory.

The female student's eyes were bright: "Really, that's amazing!"

The elite man nodded and smiled softly: "Of course, if you have a chance, you can visit my gallery and I'll draw a picture for you."

Hissing——

The long but piercing sound of the radio horn suddenly sounded in the night.A melodious female voice came, "Please enjoy the Six Nights Singing Song next."

Ding ding dong dong is played by the piano, this is a slow-paced piece of music, it seems that there are endless grievances, and it makes people feel sad.

"In that starry night, the singing gradually faded away. Holding hands became a bond, and you and I cuddled together."

"On that rainy day, the smile was clear and shallow. I believe that we are always together, but it hurts my heart."

"That one hiss--the frog hiss--the pond squeak--beep--"

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound that pierced the eardrums from the disheartening song, and it rang back and forth a few times before being completely silent.

Mo Pantao covered his ears in pain: "It's really scary."

The man with glasses was very anxious, and he was not calm: "What is that?! Is there anyone in this school? How can it broadcast?!"

The female student was trembling, her eyes were red with fear: "I'm scared, I'm really scared."

"We will clear the copy, don't worry." The elite man patted her and held her hand to give him strength.

The sky lit up in the blink of an eye, and in the next second, a thunderstorm with dense veins suddenly exploded, and a heavy rain fell without warning, and the vision was suddenly foggy.

It can be said to be very weird.

The change outside the window did not cause too much panic, the female student screamed and slipped into the arms of the elite man, "I, I am still afraid."

The elite man smiled reassuringly: "Close your eyes and you'll be fine."

The sound of heavy rain rang out, and the gloomy sky was full of oppression, like a net covering people's hearts, making people feel depressed.

The girl's eyes were dim, and she whispered in embarrassment: "I, I want to go to the toilet, but I dare not, can you accompany me..."

The elite man's eyes flashed, and he readily agreed: "Okay."

The two left hand in hand, Yu Jie, who pursed her red lips, gave a meaningful glance, her sharp eyes were full of sarcasm.

——I bet this mature beauty has a story with that man.

——Speaking of, why didn’t I find these people’s live broadcasts in the past? Yan Gou said that he missed [-] million and had angina.

The six members are all handsome and beautiful. Except for Mo Pantao, the audience has never seen other 'anchor'.One after another left messages on the Internet, "Conscience's official website, Yangou Paradise", praising the unique live recording mode and immersive three-dimensional picture sense of this issue.What is more exciting than the monotonous live broadcast of the game is the ambiguous aura of the six anchors that "you can have a wife if you give it a try".

But in fact, the game party and the promotion company were stunned and confused: who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?

"wtf? What the hell is going on? This is not any scene in my game!" The game boss went crazy.

What the hell kind of game is this?Nothing to do with Fright Night Before Med School!Finding apc company to promote the game is really the worst decision!

He has imagined tens of thousands of players accusing them of broadcasting false advertisements, defrauding money and ruining their childhoods.

The director said, "Baby is wronged, but baby can't say it." He wiped his face and extinguished the seventh cigarette, "What the hell happened!"

He almost pulled the last bit of hair off his head, almost choked up with worry.

Not to mention the original five anchors who signed the contract and were inexplicably offline. It is impossible to stop the live broadcast now.

In the game, the raindrops are gradually getting smaller, and there is a bone-piercing chill everywhere.

Mo Pantao looked at the sky, scratched his face worriedly: "They haven't come back for a long time, do you want to look for them, if something happens..."

He could see that, apart from Di Yuan, the female students had the heaviest death aura, and the death aura lingering all over their bodies seemed to be buried in the mud and sticky.

"The dungeon hasn't started yet." Sister Yu's complexion suddenly darkened, she pulled out the dagger and stepped out of the bedroom, full of murderous intent.

Mo Pantao's cheeks were bulging, and he followed up. He really wanted to get the small treasury, so he wanted to grab a ghost.

"Hey, don't you all go away!!" The man with glasses didn't have the courage to stay alone in the dilapidated dormitory, and followed behind complaining.

——There should be a climax here.

——Premonition of high energy ahead, barrage body protection!

——Betting on a peach blossom, the following is the bloody time.

——Betting on a peach, Dad still can't get the head.

As the distance got closer, some ups and downs mixed voices of boys and girls were clearly heard in the live broadcast room, which came from the women's toilet cubicle.

Sister Yu's complexion was completely black, and she kicked open the toilet door, "As expected."

—I seem to have discovered some terrible truth.

The two were caught in disheveled clothes in the bathroom, the elite man trembled in fright: "Ah, Alian, how could you..."

Sister Yu's pain was gone in a flash: "I was blind in the past, we broke up!"

"I, you listen to my explanation..." The elite man was stunned.

Sister Yu showed a determined expression, and said sarcastically: "No need, leave it to your little love, I wish you a long life."

——Bitch|Bitch and dog, forever!

——Thank you to all the hosts for warming up the game, I will give full marks to this climax!

——For the effect of the show, the anchor is completely naked|naked, life is so worth it!

——This is scum, the appraisal is complete.

——Sb scumbag, smelly and shameless, bloodletting sacrifice to heaven.

Among the overwhelming gossip barrage talking about two women and one man, there is a stream of Yangou Qingliu barrage that is still firm|upright, "Papa Tao has no dead ends and is beautiful", "Xiao Pantao's pouting has been screenshotted", "I am still living in the process of licking peaches today" Inextricable."In addition, there is also a not-so-low-key cult mudslide: "My Wang Wan'an".

What's weird is that the highly topical "Is the scumbag a scumbag today" is completely inferior to the pilgrimage style of "My King is coming".

Many people's heads were full of question marks, and the barrage asked: "Who is my king?"

With good intentions: "My king is the master of the underworld."

When there are more worshippers, some will follow suit, and those who don't know why will continue to ask about my king's identity, and the well-meaning ghost is getting impatient.

——Lord of the underworld, ask about suicide again!

——Lord of the underworld, ask for offerings again!

Sister Yu stood in front of the window and looked at it for a while, then exhaled: "It's getting dark, the dungeon will officially start."

The girl stood beside the elite man, timidly: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were together, it was my fault."

The elite man pleaded: "Alian, we didn't do anything just now, she was just afraid..."

Sister Yu smiled, mocking endlessly, "I knew what you were like in the last dungeon, I don't want to be used by you, I hope you can survive without me."

——I have made up a million novels in my brain, and I am going to write them on the demon cat bbs.

——Watermelon Squat Waiting for an update upstairs.

——Apple squatting and so on.

— Kiwi Squat.

— Tomato squatting.

— Mango Squat. (ps: You are a vegetable upstairs, don’t forget to pretend to be a fruit, I have seen through everything.)

The sky was gray and the sound of rain drowned out everything.

Three meters away, a female ghost suddenly appeared, her face was blue and black, her eyes were cloudy, and she was floating in a trance.

"Ghost!" Mo Pantao tilted his head suddenly, and exclaimed in a mixed voice.His dark eyes were watery, but he still couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

Little money!Come into my arms!

On the small face that was about to cry, one could even see the corners of the mouth that could not be restrained slightly upturned.

Seeing his false and exaggerated performance, the director almost had a heart attack.

——Hahaha, it's so natural and unaffected, my Tao Dad must be crying with joy.

——Papa Tao is really good at acting, everyone is smiling and asking why, because it is a comedy.

Sister Yu said coldly: "Don't laugh, the copy is about to open, they can hear it."

His cheeks were puffed up, Mo Pantao was wronged by the storm, he was crying.

——Papa Peach: The smile gradually freezes.jpg

——A cool song for Xiao Pantao.

The intimidating Di Yuan lowered his eyes, his slender hand rested on Pantao's cheek, and his tone was full of doubts: "Is that a ghost?"

He wanted to touch his head, but he knew that the false seedlings of plants should not be touched, so the next best thing was to touch his face and kill him.

The fingers hidden in the sleeves rubbed back and forth, reminiscing repeatedly.Although it is an energy body, rounding it up means that they are married.

His Majesty the Emperor Yuan of the Underworld, who was full of enthusiasm, liked this formula of approximation.

——Horror game Papa Peach, travel all over the world without fear.

——Erwa: Have you considered my feelings?

— Let go of that peach, let me do it! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The author has something to say: look up, how about this title?

A small theater of inspiration from Ji Youming:

Maternal solo Pluto: You are my white moonlight cinnabar mole.

Mo Pantao whispered: I grew up under the white moonlight, and I ward off evil like cinnabar.