Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 72 Doomsday Paradise (10) Kissing and Sensing

She saw a sleeping beauty, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Her black hair was as black and shiny as feathers, her skin was whiter than the cleanest snow on the top of a mountain, and her red lips were as bright as if painted with blood.

But unlike in the fairy tale, this Sleeping Beauty is a man.

The superior three-dimensional bone structure, the clear and cool outline, and the clearly protruding Adam's apple all highlight the fact that he is a man.

Moreover, she was very familiar with his appearance.

The same peach blossom eyes, high nose, deep eyes and thin lips.

If you paint his face and dye his black hair, he will look like a crazy clown.

It's just that he was sleeping, and compared to the clown, his temperament was gentle and docile, like a harmless sheep.

As for what it will be like when you wake up, that is unknown.

Yan Jinyue was not surprised. She had already gone through two copies and was already accustomed to her boyfriend's splitting habits.

She only hoped that this clone would not be like the clown, crazy and fond of bullying her.

It was so quiet around that one could hear a pin drop.

Yan Jinyue grabbed his hand and shook it hard, trying to wake him up, but the sleeping beauty didn't move at all and was still immersed in her sleep.

She poked his face with her fingers, but he didn't move, showing no sign of waking up.

She was deflated and wanted to lie down next to him to rest, but before she got close, the scent as clean as snow lingered in her nostrils.

In contrast, she suddenly felt wet and smelly, and hurried to get up.

She stroked her chin and thought for a while, then found the cloakroom as she was familiar with it, picked out a men's black silk robe from a pile of exquisite dresses, and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, she felt several times more comfortable. She wiped her hair with a dry towel and walked towards the big bed.

The nightgown was a little big for her, and the neckline and waist were loose, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. Under the light, it was as shiny as pearls, forming an extreme visual conflict with the black bathrobe.

Somewhere unknown the scarlet leaves of the vines swayed.

It was clean. This time, Yan Jinyue lay calmly next to Sleeping Beauty, looking at the ceiling, her eyes gradually becoming unfocused.

Throughout the day, she had been either this ghost or that monster, and her physical and mental energy were greatly exhausted. Now she just wanted to have a good sleep.

The fresh and pleasant scent beside her made her feel at ease. Her tense nerves gradually relaxed and her eyelids became heavier.

Before she was about to fall into a deep sleep, she felt her body floating in the air in a daze. She suddenly opened her eyes and found that she was hanging in the air by vines, with a large round bed underneath her.

Come again?

Swaying in mid-air, her sleepiness mostly gone, she opened her eyes wide to look for the clown, but found none.

Could it be the Sleeping Beauty below?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, the vines lowered her down, slowly, not fast, as if to precisely control the angle. She was placed on the man, and by chance, her lips were facing his.

Cold and soft, this was her first feeling, and her brain seemed to be shut down.

The man's long dark blue eyelashes trembled, then slowly opened, revealing pupils as dark as ink.

In the fairy tale, Sleeping Beauty was awakened by the prince's true love's kiss. Unexpectedly, there is a personality change here. Yan Jinyue thinks it is quite novel.

She supported herself on the bed and tried to climb up from him, but an arm grabbed her waist. She was in a daze and turned upside down, and she was pinned down.

The man was propped on top of her, his lips curved, his dark pupils staring straight at her.

"you--"

She swallowed and was about to say something, but her cold, soft lips swallowed the next words.

It was a lingering kiss, like a spring breeze or warm water, which slowly and gently engulfed her, making her want to immerse herself in it and cling to it endlessly.

But at this moment, on the shore, the scene was completely different.

Under the huge Ferris wheel, all kinds of strange monsters gathered together, densely packed. Some showed their jagged teeth, some had hideous and distorted faces, and some were drooling. Each one was ugly in its own way.

The man dressed as a clown was gathered in the middle, sitting on a chair, his slender hands playing with a dagger, his long legs casually crossed, his posture lazy and noble.

He smiled and looked at the four people opposite him.

Each of them wore similar combat uniforms, but the demeanor they had just entered the dungeon had been worn away by the attacks of ghosts and monsters for almost ten days. Although one or two of them looked fine on the outside, their internal vitality had actually been severely damaged.

"The game has just begun, why do you all seem to be in a state of decline?"

He asked with a smile, supporting his chin with his hand.

The player glared at him fiercely, with bloodshot eyes. Although he said nothing, he had already cursed him millions of times in his heart.

These ghosts kept coming out to chase and kill without stopping for a moment. After killing one wave, a new wave came, and they kept replenishing. Even if they were all top-level S-level players, they couldn't stand this sea of ​​questions. Looking at their eyes full of hatred like trapped beasts, the clown laughed even more wildly.

But he stopped laughing when he had enough, and continued, "Games are only fun when both sides are evenly matched. You are too weak and die too easily, so I can't find any fun in you."

"How about this."

He was like a child who had discovered something new, and said excitedly, "I won't let them hunt you down. How about you fight on your own?"

His voice was dark, like the whisper of Satan: "Whoever kills more people, I will let him walk out of here alive. How about that?"

After saying that, he opened and clenched his hands. In an instant, many ghosts behind him exploded, and flesh and blood bloomed like fireworks, spurting in all directions. The blood color in the thick fog became darker.

The man stood in a pool of blood, but he was still clean, not stained by any dirt.

There are still a few left behind him, all of them are the strongest S-level.

The players looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

This clown can easily destroy so many A-level and B-level monsters and can also control S-level monsters. He must be far above S-level.

Above S level, what kind of strength is that?
They can't even think about it.

The clown was still smiling, with the corners of his red lips curled up, "Well, little ants, what do you think?"

The players looked at him warily, and none of them spoke.

"Alas..." The clown said with regret, "Since you don't cherish the chance I gave you, I'll just have to continue the previous game."

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining S-level monsters behind him quickly rushed towards the four players.

They all took out their weapons and ran as fast as they could, and fought to the death if they couldn't.

The clown sat there and enjoyed the show.

Behind the clown, behind the Ferris wheel, there were two pairs of eyes staring at him. They were Qi Yunxiao and Fu Suizhou who had just emerged from the water.

The two looked at each other.

"Now?"

"Ah."

The two men took a deep breath, aimed at the right moment, and attacked from both sides together.

But when the blade was about to hit the clown, an invisible huge force bounced the two away, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Out of control."

The clown sneered softly, walked towards them, and a knife appeared in each hand, "Who was I then? It turns out to be you two hateful little ants."

He smiled cruelly, aiming the tip of his knife at each of them, "Since you want to die so badly, I will satisfy you--"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Seeing no movement, Qi Yunxiao looked over in confusion.

The clown looked stunned, and didn't even notice that the knife in his hand had fallen. He just touched his lips blankly.

After a while, he suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was suppressing something, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"I'll let you go today."

As soon as he said this, his figure disappeared from their sight. Not only that, even the ghosts fighting with other players disappeared without a trace.

The chaotic fight suddenly stopped, and the space became dead silent for a moment.

"Why did he let us go?" Fu Suizhou asked in shock.

"Maybe..." Qi Yunxiao said, "keep it and continue teasing?"

The Joker is the only one who knows the truth.

He returned to the room and rubbed his lips vigorously.

But the broken images kept coming to his mind, and that soft touch stuck tightly between his lips and teeth like maltose.

So sweet.

So soft.

He felt like he was going to explode.

　Very cool to write...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)