Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 99 How Horror Games Become Idol Dramas
"Stop looking at me with such disgusting eyes."

The man said coldly.

"I'm not looking at other people," Ling Chan said, "I'm just thinking, your wings were black before, how did you suddenly bleach them in this dungeon?"

"My wings have always been white!" Nan Bowan said angrily, "Isn't it just a black wing? What makes you so obsessed with it?"

Ling Chan: "...Have you heard of the Mingli Guild?"

"What the hell?" Nan Bowan said, "Don't change the subject casually, I'm talking about something very serious!"

Ling Chan: "It's the guild created by player No.1. Every player in Thriller City should have heard of it, right?"

"When did I set up a guild?" Nan Bowan frowned, "You won't be deceived, right? Someone dared to use my name to deceive you! I will ask him for his life when I release the dungeon."

"Now No.1 on the player rankings is queen, let alone No. [-], your name Nan Bowan is not in the top [-]."

Ling Chan pulled out her player panel to show him.

"When did the player leaderboard come out?" Nan Bowan was also shocked. He also pulled out his own player panel and compared the two panels. .

There is no player leaderboard, and there are only empty health and sanity points in the personal data, and there is no intuitive data for combat power.

Nan Bowan: "...?"

he was shocked
Ling Chan sighed, and said her guess, "We are two ends of the same timeline, I am in the future, and you are in the past. I don't know why, in the special copy of the Santo's Banquet, the timeline The two ends meet."

"So I am black wings, and my wings will turn black in the future." Nan Bowan only cares about this issue, "You don't see others through me, so I am not someone's substitute."

Nan Bowan smiled triumphantly, hugged the heroine in his arms, and tossed her upwards like teasing a child.

"I'm sorry," he said flatteringly, "It's all my fault that I misunderstood you."

It's a waste of time to be teammates with Love Brain.

Ling Chan thought about it: "Recall, is there any special event that caused you to appear here suddenly?"

Ling Chan has observed other players. From the first day of the dinner party and the reaction after the queen's death, it can be analyzed that they basically know the queen, which means that the players are basically on the same timeline in the "future". Nanbo Wancai messed into the "past" of this dungeon.

Nan Bowan pondered for a while, then shook his head honestly, "I have a bad temper, and I have offended many people. The props in Thriller City are all kinds of strange things. It's hard to say what the reason is."

All he cares about is, "When will I meet you?"

The eyes are bright, like a puppy wagging its tail.

Ling Chan: "...There is no calendar in the city of horror, how do I know when I met you? But you were in jail at that time."

Nan Bowan was shocked, "Are there any prison cells in Thriller City? Your era was too advanced!"

Is this point misunderstood?Ling Chan was speechless: "Others really don't have this kind of treatment, it's an exclusive cell prepared for you."

"Do you want to know how you got to jail?"

Ling Chan narrowed her eyes and smiled like a little fox.

Nan Bowan shook his head without hesitation, "It's meaningless to know things like this in the future too clearly."

"Then don't you want to know what the relationship is in the future?"

Nan Bowan's eyes were shaken, his struggle was visible to the naked eye, but he still refused, "I want to experience the future with you by myself."

He said: "I just want to know when I can see you, and I will wait for that day with joy."

"That must be a great future."

so...

Ling Chan leaned closer to Nan Bowan, "Actually, you don't have to wait."

She looked up at the tall man: "I like you very much now."

"I like the past you more than the future you."

She stood on tiptoe, her pink lips were moist, and she gently pressed it against Nan Bowan's face.

[? ? ? ? ?What are you going to do, girl goose? ! ! ! ! 】

[Damn it, my wife is blocking my face from kissing others, so I can only watch helplessly!heartbroken. 】

【You are just heartbroken, my whole ghost is broken... sad. 】

In case Nanbo was taken aback, he tilted his head away.

"You don't like me," he pressed Ling Chan, looked at Ling Chan seriously, saw the girl's white teeth biting her lower lip, and there were round serrated teeth under her small front teeth...

He turned his head, stared at the fist mark he just punched, and said: "...you can't kiss casually."

"I like it."

The girl who was completely covered by his shadow looked up at him with her beautiful little face, her lips parted and closed as she spoke, the inside was watery and red, "Are you going to reject me?"

She took Nan Bowan's hand and gently scratched his palm.

Nan Bowan lowered his eyes, suddenly picked her up with one arm, and leaned against the wall.

Invading the body, the breath is hot.

The man's shadow covered all the light and filled every corner forcefully, sweeping Ling Chan's senses irresistibly.

Provocation, chasing, entanglement, like a storm.

Fragile whimpers overflowed from Ling Chan's throat, and she supported Nan Bowan's flexible abdominal muscles with her hands, her fingers trembling slightly.

Nan Bowan clenched her hand tightly, and slid his index finger across it, bringing out a slight itch.

Nan Bowan's eyelids were half closed, his expression was focused, and he was intoxicated in a bottomless joy.

Ling Chan opened her eyes, and the camera in the live broadcast room was focused on her flushed face, with physiological tears sticking to her eyelashes, wet tide.

The thin eyebrows were raised, which seemed to be a smiling face.

……

"This is provoking me."

The city lord sat on the sofa, zooming in on Ling Chan's small face.

The huge bedroom that was once warm, luxurious, and stylish has turned into ruins. The solid wood furniture and the four-poster bed have been dismantled to pieces, and the broken pieces continue to decompose tremblingly under the leaking force.

Only the sofa on which the castellan sat was intact.

In the long and narrow eyes, the dark golden pupils were bottomless, and he touched his chest indifferently, obviously without a heart, why did it hurt so much?
He was really puzzled.

The city of horror, how can a city fall in love with someone?

Charm value?Why did this useless thing suddenly appear on the player panel?Only absolute force is advocated here, and absolute beauty is not required!

There is also the tricky talent skill of Ling Chan... The player's skills are all kinds of strange, but the effect must be affected by the player's own ability, just like the player who can make bombs, he can't make bombs from things stronger than himself , such as the dome of the underground palace.

But Ling Chan's skills can work against the city of horror, and even radiate to him through the link of the city of horror.

This is totally unreasonable!

The upper limit of this spiritual skill is completely determined by the strength of the soul. Why is it so easy for Chan to bewitch the city of horror?
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