Quickly wear, the host has evil intentions

Chapter 198 The Poor Little One in the Redemption Article 25

The two lips touched, the fangs pierced the lips, and the taste of blood came from the mouth.

Qi Jin was confused at first, then shocked, and then speechless.

After a while, he was bitten so hard that he couldn't bear the pain anymore, so he raised his hand and slapped Duan Ci.

"Stop biting! It hurts!"

"Snap!" There was a very loud sound, and Duan Ci's head was knocked to the side.

He licked Yan Hong's bloodstained lips. This was not what he wanted to "eat". It felt a little bad, and it seemed like he had angered someone again.

His body froze in place, his red eyes moving, quietly observing the boy's expression.

Qi Jin's lips were bitten and turned blood red, and there were physiological tears in his eyes.

Seeing this, Duan Ci felt a little guilty.

While he was observing others, others were also observing him.

Qi Jin felt a little regretful for slapping him. What if this ghost really got angry and tore him to pieces?

Her long hair slightly covered Duan Ci's face, and he met his bloody and violent red eyes, which seemed to be filled with a storm that could erupt at any time.

He pursed his lips, and in a fit of excitement, he held Duan Ci's face and kissed him.

Although he has no experience, it is better than Duan Ci who uses biting.

His movements were immature, but Duan Ci's eyes became bright as if he had opened up a new world.

With one hand around his waist and the other hand clasping the back of his head, he took the lead by learning on the spot and gradually mastered the technique. Qi Jin's waist was made soft by him.

Duan Ci's fish tail appeared uncontrollably and wrapped around his thigh. The space around him changed subtly, and he pulled people into his ghost realm.

Because the facts behind the memory were not very pleasant, Duan Ci was afraid that he would lose control when he turned back into his original form, so he just kissed him gently.

He paused in kissing Qian Yujin, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Qian Yujin's raised hand with confused eyes.

Thinking of something, his eyes widened slightly, his face full of disbelief.

"You, want to hit me?"

He asked tremblingly, the expression on his face changing.

"why?"

The voice sounded aggrieved, and Qian Yujin's heart trembled when she heard it. She quickly and gently touched his face.

At first Duan Ci thought he was going to hit him, so he dodged for a while. After finding out that it wasn't him, he moved closer again, looking obedient but a little resentful.

"I... didn't mean to hit you."

Qian Yujin explained with a guilty conscience.

In fact, he was about to write a paragraph of words just now, because when he was kissing him, a memory suddenly emerged in his mind.

Behind the memory was... the pain was too real, making him want to slap Duan Ci's handsome face just like in his memory.

But fortunately I stopped later and didn't succeed in slapping him, otherwise I don't know how to coax him.

After hearing his words, Duan Ci didn't dwell on the matter. He pecked Qian Yujin's cheek lightly and told him to stay here and not leave. He had something to do and would be back soon.

Qian Yujin nodded obediently, but he didn't stay well when Duan Ci left.

He pulled down the little bear that was clinging to his ankle, put it away, and left Duan Ci's ghost zone.

He had the authority given to him by Duan Ci before, so Duan Ci didn't feel it when he left.

Qian Yujin went to Class 914. The classroom was very quiet and no one was there.

He quickly took some things and left without staying for long.

Considering what happened to Xu Changsheng just now, Qian Yujin knew that he had to get some weapons to protect himself.

There is a punishment room on the first floor, and he should have what he wants in there.

Qian Yujin relied on the rules to avoid the monsters foraging for food, went to the first floor, and came to the punishment room.

It was quiet all around, with an old sign with the three big words "Punishment Room" printed on it.

The font was dark red and mottled, as if it was written with the blood of countless people.

Qian Yujin put his hand on the handle, turned it, and opened the door.

The people who saw the scene inside through the little light were stunned.

The faint moonlight shone in, and several figures appeared vaguely.

Chen Ye was standing in front of a bed, where a player was tied up. The player had his eyes wide open, as if he had died with his eyes open. His body looked like it had just been dissected and sewn up. Dark red sticky liquid was dripping from the edge of the bed, and there were solidified blood scabs. It seemed that this was not the first person to die.

He saw the person who opened the door, and glanced at her lightly. When he saw it was a pretty face, the corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister and happy arc, and he stared at Qian Yujin with a burning gaze.

They, the ghosts, recognize people through their souls, not their faces. Besides, the light was dim at night, and when Chen Ye looked at his face, he felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

He spoke, his tone excited.

"Here comes a beautiful experiment."