Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

Han Xiaona opened her eyes, and first saw the big red curtain hanging from the top of the princess bed.

The bed is very comfortable, and the bedding is much more advanced than the ones she uses at home, so that people don't want to get up after lying down.This double bed is located at the highest point of the bedroom on the second floor. There are semicircular stairs on both sides leading to the downstairs. The private swimming pool on the first floor reveals a blue corner.

When they visited 25 countries in the Americas, they always lived in luxury suites. Until the last country, Han Xiaona didn't live enough.She turned over, and the seat beside her was empty, and there was no temperature at all, which meant that the person had already got out of bed and left.She became irritable, as hot and oppressive as the temperature in a tropical country.She lifted the quilt and hurried downstairs with red marks all over her body, and she saw Liu Jing sitting on the balcony smoking.

The street outside the hotel is very lively, with scantily clad samba dancers crossing the street and playing music.Rui was wearing a loose bathrobe, breathing heavily, his eyes wandering back and forth between their breasts and thighs.

"Is it that pretty?"

Han Xiaona pouted, and sat across from him, "Better looking than me?"

Liu Jing held the cigarette between his fingers, leaned on the back of the chair, spit out a mouthful of white mist with half-closed eyes, and replied with a half-smile: "What do you think?"

It is noon now, the sun is shining on the street, the hotel has done a good job of shading, Liujing is very comfortable in the shadow.There was a glass of champagne on the glass coffee table in his hand, and Han Xiaona sniffed it unconsciously, and there was only the fragrance of cornflower and fruit mixed in the air, which was a tropical atmosphere.Liujing has deep facial features and a natural complexion, not inferior to foreigners here. Whenever a strange woman stares at him, Han Xiaona steps forward to hold his arm, proudly seeing those eyes tainted with jealousy.

She was dissatisfied with Liu Jing's perfunctory, and she said narrowly: "Hmph, I don't even think about who paid for the money."

"Who gave it?" Liu Jing leaned forward, and said bluntly, "Didn't you cheat Lu Yu of the money?"

"What 'cheat'..." Han Xiaona felt a little guilty, "He gave it to me voluntarily."

"Heh..." Rui smiled, and lay back relaxed again.

Han Xiaona wanted to put an end to this unpleasant conversation, but just as she was about to speak, the parade floats on the street burst into cheers.Han Xiaona looked over, the dancers yelled something at them, threw a large bouquet of flowers, and Liu Jing reached out to catch them, with a puzzled expression on his face.

It should be in Portuguese, and Han Xiaona didn't quite understand it, only the first word was "handsome guy".

She guessed the second word was "beauty".

The float was far away, but she was still staring blankly at the group of flamboyant dancers.The left hand was pulled over, and a cool ring was put on the ring finger.Han Xiaona looked down and saw that it was a straw ring made of fresh flowers.

There used to be an expensive sapphire ring, now there is only a straw ring.

Han Xiaona was overjoyed.

"You really like this." Rui's lazy voice came from beside his ear.He kissed her cheek, rubbed her earlobe and said, "Sow."

Wei Zixu chose one of the six ways to die, which was the same as the effect of the witch's poison, something he hadn't expected.

On the first night, Zhu Yu died, and everyone gathered in her room.Wei Zixu went in behind the crowd, maintaining an uneasy expression, while observing the reactions of others.In these reactions, he noticed that Han Xiaona was a bit strange.

She had been following Liujing up the stairs, trying to grab Liujing's clothes, but he pulled them away.After entering the room, she didn't dare to look at the corpse, her head was buried low, and she was still the closest to the flowing well.Through subsequent observations, Wei Zixu discovered that her instinctive expression of fear was to hide behind Liujing, which was the case when Chang Huaijin died.

However, after hearing Xiao Hanqing's explanation of the cause of death, she frowned and raised her head slightly, with a trace of doubt on her face besides fear, she took a step back almost subconsciously, turned around and wanted to go out, but was stopped by Liujing calmly Down.

The expression of her fear was to avoid rather than run away. At that time, she seemed to have a place she had to go to. Is there anything in that place that she needed to check immediately?What stimulated her to check it out?On the first night, everyone was not familiar with this place. If there is a place that must be visited, it can only be related to the ability of the identity card.

Wei Zixu didn't succeed in killing her on the fourth day, so he guessed that the witch's mob needs to be activated in the room.He naturally thought of Han Xiaona's reaction on the first night, maybe it was the cause of Zhu Yu's death that stimulated her, and the effect of the witch's poison was also hemolysis, at least one of the effects.So she wanted to check to see if her dick was still intact.But all of this is Wei Zixu's guess, and he has no direct evidence to prove it.

Until Han Xiaona killed Lu Yu.

She thought she could use the witch poison to disguise as the poisonous wolf's handwriting, and voted to kill good people, but she didn't want the poisoned wolf to be alive.

Wei Zixu stood up and followed Mo Wan to the door. Just as he stepped out, he was hugged tightly from behind.

"So you're a witch..."

The arm muscles wrapped around his shoulders swelled, and Peng Minze's body temperature gradually penetrated through the clothes, together with the restrained smell on his body, it seemed to be a warm barrier separating the world.He lowered his head and faced Wei Zixu's chest, speaking very slowly, Wei Zixu couldn't see his expression.

"I didn't know, I didn't even know that you were attacked by wolves on the fourth night..."

"Didn't I tell you to call me if something happened? Why didn't you say anything?"

Wei Zixu touched his arm, smiled and advised him to calm down: "It's okay, am I fine now?"

Peng Min paused for a moment, his breathing was a little rough, and he seemed to be sighing secretly: "Yes, what's the use of what you said, and how can I save you?"

He tightened his arms.Wei Zixu pressed his back against his chest, and could feel the powerful beating of his heart.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Fortunately you're a witch...Fortunately, otherwise..."

otherwise what?Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll never see you again?Otherwise, what other identity do I think you are?But Peng Min didn't say the second half of the sentence. He held onto Wei Zixu as if he was surviving a catastrophe. This hug was warm and solemn, without any perfunctory.And Wei Zixu hung his gauze-wrapped hand on his arm, staring straight ahead with a blank expression on his face.

Min Ze, why did you clenched your fists when you hugged me?

Pushing open the door of the trial hall, the hall was dimly lit and dim. Wei Zixu stepped on the light spots on the red carpet and went downstairs, as if he had stepped into the vast galaxy.

The tune of the classical music is soft and the rhythm is soothing. Wei Zixu heard that it was a transposition of "A Midsummer Night's Dream".

Wei Zixu entered the auditorium.The red carpet ends at the edge of the auditorium, where the floor is solid wood, in excellent condition and waxed to a radiant shine.Wei Zixu didn't lower his head, and looked at the ground from the corner of his eye. Occasionally, the seams of wooden boards were replaced by glass, and a light source was buried under them to match the overall lighting effect of the hall.The light source fits perfectly with the floor without being obtrusive.

The armchairs are neatly arranged, but unfortunately, no one has ever sat on them to watch a whole DEATHTHEATER. It is really difficult for them to use the execution as a viewing experience.Mo Wanxiang huddled in the shadow directly under the terrace as usual, and it was her luck that that area was included in the auditorium.Wei Zixu felt that if she was forced to watch all DEATHTHEATER so far, she would have already collapsed.

Zhao Lun stood in the aisle among the armchairs, leaning on the back of the chair with one elbow, staring at Han Xiaona on the terrace.There was a tricky smile on his face, the corners of his mouth were unnaturally stiff, Wei Zixu glanced at him, his clenched hands trembled slightly, it turned out that he was also afraid.

Wei Zixu stood beside Zhao Lun and stopped.When he heard Peng Min stop following him.At the same time, the sound of the music lowered until it was lower than Han Xiaona's wailing in the glass balcony.The execution begins.

[Today, I want to tell a love story.I like love stories best. 】

[However, this is not counted today. 】

The director read in that elegant bass.

Han Xiaona was bound to a chair, her complexion pale and dull.From this angle, she could see that everyone below was looking up at her with indifferent eyes and obvious hostility, which was more uncomfortable than being hit by a whip soaked in salt water.But she could not cover their eyes, nor her own.She didn't care about winning, and she would never be suspected if she did nothing.But she was eager to win Liu Jing's favor, she believed in Liu Jing's saying that "couples" would not die together, she believed in Liu Jing's saying that Wei Zixu was a wolf, she kept suppressing the doubts in her heart, and avoided thinking about the worst situation now.

[The love triangle seems to be an eternal theme in love stories. The affectionate and tolerant protagonist can always get the favor of fate, and promotes "true love is invincible". 】

[But the reality is often the opposite. People who blindly give in will end up getting nothing as they wish. 】

The director's tone was teasing, he should have said it to her on purpose, but she was so dizzy that she couldn't listen to a word at all.

Compared with other people's DEATHTHEATER, Han Xiaona doesn't have any clutter around her.Wei Zixu looked around and noticed the mercury pressure gauge pasted on the front of the terrace, the number on it kept dropping.

The terrace is depressurizing.

[So it became a vulgar story circulated in the market. 】

[I don't like vulgar stories, but they are everywhere in TV dramas nowadays. They say they are true, but they are depraved and shameless. 】

[Vulgar stories, vulgar women, vulgar love. 】

【You don't love him, but you like to see him infatuated with you.If you love him, you will occupy his future life. 】

When the pressure dropped to 70% atmospheric pressure, Han Xiaona became dizzy and her throat felt sweet. The sweet smell reminded her of the Haagen-Dazs in her student days. Every time Lu Yu saw it, she would buy one for her.

The sound of music floats slowly, like an asphalt road with poplar trees on both sides, and the vehicles are like tides, ebb and flow, and the flow is endless.

"You're sweating," Lu Yu saw the sweat stains on her forehead, "Are you hot? I'll buy you ice cream."

So Lu Yu flung his fat high school uniform and hurried to the supermarket.Han Xiaona glanced at his back, the blue and white school uniform didn't fit well, it was ugly as hell.I heard that the student uniforms in Lu Yu's hometown are very nice. There are suits in winter and shirts in summer.But Han Xiaona curled her lips, what's the use of good-looking clothes, people who don't look good don't look good in anything.

She buried her head in her walk and bumped into a man leaning on the railing and smoking.Startled, she raised her head to apologize, and saw the man holding a thin pipe in his left hand, squinting his eyes slightly to look at her.He has deep facial features, deep-set eyes, and three unbuttoned striped shirts. His sexiness is mixed with a sense of depravity.

"You're sweating." The corner of the man's mouth curled up, and he turned his head to smoke, "You're all out of make-up."

Han Xiaona stared at him obsessively, forgetting to apologize.In this third-tier city where his appearance is generally unsatisfactory, his smile can be said to turn all sentient beings upside down.

"Hey, come to work." A guy from the club called him, and he stubbed out the cigarette butt and stood up straight.

Before he disappeared in front of her eyes, Han Xiaona summoned up her courage and stammered and asked him, "You, what's your name?"

The man turned his head and glanced at her with interest, "Liujing, the Liujing of Ziliujing." After a pause, he said maliciously, "If you save a semester's tuition, you can come to see me."

The barometer dropped to 60%, stopped moving, and the director was still spouting vulgar stories that he didn't like.

The vehicles on the road were all stopped, and the green lights were flashing.Lu Yu ran back sweating profusely, and stuffed a Haagen-Dazs into her hand.Then look around and pull her sleeve to cross the road.Han Xiaona let him lead her, licked a mouthful of ice cream, and engraved a name in her heart: Liujing.

But Lu Yu only thought she was cute eating ice cream, so while she wasn't paying attention, he carefully held her hand and smiled foolishly.

The value fluctuates up and down several times and suddenly drops to the lowest.With Han Xiaona's scream, the hall was instantly dark.

The terrace was drained of air, creating a vacuum, and the air pressure in her chest instantly tore her to pieces.The scene was too bloody and did not meet the director's aesthetics, so he turned off the lights and ended with regrettable words.

【Director, I think love should be like fireworks, beautiful when it bursts out, and completely fading when it fades away. 】

The surface of the terrace was painted with some kind of dye, and Han Xiaona's blood was splashed on it, and it emitted colorful fluorescent lights, which were bright and gorgeous.

Like fireworks exploding in the night sky.

[The fireworks 11 years ago were the most beautiful I have ever seen, second to none. 】