The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

Countless people in the live broadcast room were looking forward to it, hoping to see the picture from Sunanzhi's side.

But the live broadcast room just went against them.

Seriously, they don't want to see it at all! !

Gu Shen and Wang Xingzhi are fighting monsters! !

Also, how does a paint man with one foot look like this...

Crazy kid? ? ?

[Trash live broadcast, you let out Senior Nanzhi! 】

【What happened to the junior Nanzhi? Mom is so worried! 】

[I would like to invest 10,000 gold coins to ask the live broadcast master to open the call screen of Senior Nanzhi! 】

In an instant, the live broadcast room suddenly split into several windows, and a large line of characters appeared on the top of the live broadcast room.

[The following is the paid content, unlock the live broadcast, and cheer for your favorite players. Recharging VIP will not only bring extra benefits to the player, but after the dungeon is over, a random photo will be given away in the live broadcast~]

The live room exploded.

[Limited random screen? ? Then, do I have a chance to get a picture of Gu Shen and Nan Zhi's junior, a double beauty? ? ? Guys, I'm rushing! 】

[Isn't it just money? My mother has money, and the goose will rush for me! ! 】

[Trash game live broadcast, cheating krypton? I won't charge money even if I die... I'm pretending! Senior Nanzhi is so cute, isn't it worth buying it? 】

【rush-】

The popularity was divided, and the division started with the focus on "characters".

Several people poured into the live broadcast room belonging to Sunan Zhi.

The live broadcast room is covered with mottled paint and layers of dense fog, making it difficult to see.

As soon as I entered, I didn't see anyone, but I heard a strange sound.

"Don't, don't do this!"

"Only then will you belong to me!"

"It hurts... woo woo... I hurt so much..."

"...I can't take it anymore."

【? ? ? 】

【The paid content is so exciting? ? ? 】

【Goose, you are still young! 】

[Sao Cono Rui, I listened to Shi Geng... Record it, hurry up and record it! 】

[No - Mama is not allowed! ! 】

The eyes of everyone in the live broadcast room were splitting, and there were a lot of barrages, and finally knocked on the screen—

There were bright red palm prints all over the room, and the original floor became a huge painting.

There is no face on the painting, wearing an antique shirt with a ruffle collar, lying peacefully in the black roses, with countless holes forming a frame.

Sunanzhi was bound by a cross at the heart of the huge painting.

Half of the ghost's body in the painting merges with the painting, holding a hatchet in his hand, approaching Sunanzhi step by step.

His crazy eyes, greed flowed on Su Nanzhi.

"My dear prince, look, this is the love nest I prepared for you and me."

Su Nanzhi struggled, and the pigment people dutifully tied him.

"I don't want it! I don't like it!" Su Nanzhi shook his feet. He lowered his head and roared at the paint man: "You make me hurt!"

The paint man scratches his head.

"It hurts."

"I am sorry."

"Then let's relax a bit."

So the Pigman's little paws slowly let go a little.

Sunanzhi took this opportunity and grabbed the paint man and threw it over.

"Ah woo woo..."

The paint man was hitting the hatchet of the ghost in the painting, and with a puff, bright red paint splashed.

The ghost in the painting was furious and rushed over with a hatchet in hand.

Sunanzhi wanted to run, but the paint on the floor sank deeply, and he was caught by the paint man.

"Pfft-"

He heard the sound of a knife piercing his skin.

Due to the loss of pain sensation, Su Nanzhi felt that she would be tortured to death.

To what extent will the pain of the piercing be enlarged by the pain that has been enlarged countless times?

Sunanzhi was terrified.

But...the expected pain didn't come.

Sunanzhi quietly opened her eyes.

What you see is...

"on Monday!"

Monday, which has become a skin, looks light and airy in his facial features, but he still looks honest and honest.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Sunanzhi's skin.

Soft, warm, like the temperature of spring.

Monday exhaled, his eyes soft and obsessed.

"Senior, I don't want to kill you anymore. I can't bear to let such a warm you turn into a cold corpse."

Sunanzhi didn't quite understand the situation in front of her.

Life and death seemed to become uncertain, he didn't even know whether the other party would die, but tears burst out. The voice began to tremble: "You, are you going to die?"

Without answering on Monday, he stared at Su Nanzhi affectionately and said, "Senior, you must have noticed that this is not a copy world."

"Shut up!!" the ghost in the painting shouted, the whole ghost's face began to fall off, and the face gradually became hideous and distorted.

Countless souls roared behind him, each faceless, screaming in horror: "Don't go—never let you go—"

Studio.

【Good guy! This Nima is still the world inside and outside? 】

【My grass! Isn't the ghost in the painting a ghost? ? 】

[Woooooo good Monday! Loyal dog yyds! ! 】

【Why are you chasing me? 】

【Because you have emergency syrup! ! 】

…

Sunan Zhi Xing's eyes widened.

An even more terrifying thought flooded into his mind.

Grabbing him by the shoulder on Monday, he said, "Senior, this is the world in the painting. Time will never move forward. The world in the painting is left to his control. Stay here, senior, and you will die."

Countless pictures came flooding in.

The raven symbolizing death, the ever-gloomy sky, the neighbor's house that disappeared inexplicably, the lifeless castle...and the picture frame he picked up when he fell.

When he just woke up, he vaguely saw a huge painting.

From the boundless darkness, the painting that illuminates him, like a guiding star—

A view of the castle. The walls are covered with roses and ivy, the window in the upper left corner is wide open, and Sleeping Beauty is sleeping inside.

Sunanzhi stretched out his hand towards it, and then he came to the castle.

wrong!

It was not the castle that he entered at that moment! It's that painting!

Now they are in the castle map!

…

[The ghost in the painting deceived everyone! ! 】

[We didn't even find out in the live broadcast room! ! 】

【Fuck? ? ? When did they enter the painting? ? 】

[When they first entered the dungeon, the moment they entered the castle, in fact, what they entered was not the castle, but the painting that was the same as the castle and attracted players! 】

[Good guy, I'm direct good guy! 】

…

Su Nanzhi took a breath and hugged him gently on Monday, just a hug, already satisfied.

The tenderness, cuteness and face of the young man have been engraved in his heart.

"Run, senior. If it's you, you'll be able to find that painting."

that painting.

That painting!

Sunanzhi turned back in a hurry.

The castle map that was still here just now is gone!

"Where will it be?" Su Nanzhi turned pale with anxiety.

The rolling paint formed a huge vortex, drawing everyone in the middle.

The ghost in the painting was dismantled the truth, and the whole ghost began to go crazy.

"Kill you!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Seeing that the ghost in the painting was pressing step by step, on Monday, he pushed Sunanzhi out the door and turned to face the ghost in the painting.

"Senior, you can definitely do it! I will always believe in you!"

"Monday—" Sunanzhi watched the door slam shut.

He knew that now was not the time to cry, and he also knew very well that it was time to find that painting.

Where will the painting be?

Sunanzhi ran.

All the pictures in the castle flashed in my mind.

Laughing, sad, dazed.

Summer night seen from the window, spring under the stars.

All the pictures gradually faded.

The color condenses when he meets the ghost in the painting for the second time.

In the smashed studio.

Under that pile of rubble!

Sunanzhi clenched her fists tightly, the wind in her lungs hurt a lot, the lights in the corridor flickered, Sunanzhi quickly went downstairs, and just turned the corner, she was pulled into the boundless darkness.

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"Hmm!" Su Nanzhi stomped on the opponent's feet, trying to break free from the opponent's restraint.

"Ah! You bastard! It hurts!" Wang Xingzhi took a deep breath, picked him up, and looked at Su Nanzhi unhappily.

Hearing the familiar voice, Su Nanzhi's tense nerves finally relaxed. He broke away from Wang Xingzhi's hand and hugged Wang Xingzhi hand to foot, sobbing: "Brother Wang Xingzhi!"

fuck!

Called my brother!

Afraid of this? ?

Wang Xingzhi held the opponent by the back of the neck, but he did not exert any strength in his hands.

The young man is light and warm in his arms. An ostrich-like nest was nestled between his neck, like a piece of sweet candy.

How can it be?

He is a big guy and a trumpeter, how could he be so timid?

He, he must be calculating himself!

Wang Xingzhi pursed his lips tightly, and the thin lips pursed into a straight line.

The other party was breathing very close, with a floral fragrance that was incompatible with the horror atmosphere, and couldn't wait to drill into his nose.

Why did he pretend to be weak and threw himself into his arms?

Wang Xingzhi took a rough breath.

In the darkness, he felt the boy's shoulders tremble, and tried to shrink into his arms.

Wang Xingzhi's eyes moved, and the beauty that used to be full of hostility in the past softened, and a wanton smile converged at the end of his eyes.

He got it.

This person must be seducing, attracting, self, self! !

"Cough, cough..." A soft cough sounded in the darkness, and Su Nanzhi's washed pupils moved. He jumped down, saw Gu Jingshuang, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He pounced on him, sniffing the cool fragrance on Gu Jingshuang's body, and tears fell.

"...Uuuu, it's really good that you're okay too!"

Sunanzhi wiped her tears against him, and his blurred vision could not see Gu Jingshuang's face.

He didn't dare to delay too long, he grabbed Gu Jingshuang's hand and squeezed it tightly and didn't let it go.

"Hurry up and find the painting! In the studio, the one with the castle!"

Sunanzhi kept her words as concise as possible.

"What we are now in is the world in the painting, not the real copy. Only through that painting can we get out!"

Wang Xingyi was stunned.

He really didn't think about this level. From the beginning, he didn't think about the copy very hard.

At the same time, he was upset, and there was still the warmth of Sunanzhi on his palms, which was strangely nostalgic.

He restrained his emotions and looked at the two people holding hands in front of him, and his heart was a little dull and thorny.

It's like eating fish when I was a child, and my throat was stuck by the velvet, and it couldn't go up or down.

Wang Xingzhi swallowed the chaotic feelings together with the unpleasantness of the fishbone, and said, "Let's go, go to the studio."

There was a thud in my heart, and the aftertaste seemed to be bubbling.

fuck.

It's such a hard copy.

He, still, in, seduce, lead, me! !