Meng Fei: Anyway, we just want to torture the seven of them, and then ensure that all seven of them are dead before dawn, right?
What a vicious revenge.
The oily face saw Meng Fei and nodded wildly with excitement. His slender neck seemed to be shaken off by him at any time.
Meng Fei walked over and said, "This is a good opportunity. You should tell me everything you want to tell me."
Tears of excitement fell down from the painted face. He nodded frantically, then stretched out his hand and asked Meng Fei for paper and pen.
Meng Fei was prepared this time, and gave both paper and pen to Glossy Face.
The little yellow chicken pulled Meng Fei to sit down and said, "Be natural, otherwise we will all be beaten to death if we are discovered."
Meng Fei sat down and blocked the painted face with Little Yellow Chicken. He said, "What did you say before?"
The little yellow chicken tilted his head, "Oh, you're talking about players, that's what happened."
Meng Fei: "So, there have been weird live broadcasts in many worlds before?"
The little yellow chicken smiled and said: "Isn't this an obvious thing? Otherwise, where would there be so many dolls?"
"Only when the player dies will he become a doll." The little yellow chicken pressed his face on his lap and looked at Meng Fei with his head tilted.
"How interesting, so many similar worlds, so many similar people, so many similar desires."
The little yellow chicken's voice sounded like he was mocking, laughing at this ridiculous world.
Meng Fei looked at him, "What's the end?"
Little Yellow Chicken: "Are you asking me?"
"Of course I'm asking about your world." Meng Fei said.
The little yellow chicken was silent. He lay on his lap and said after a while:
"Who knows, probably, it has been destroyed."
"Failed players are not qualified to contact their own world."
"I failed, so I became a soldier in this damn world. If I fail in the game again, I will become a soldier among soldiers."
"What is a miscellaneous soldier among miscellaneous soldiers?" Meng Fei's voice was very calm, just out of pure curiosity.
The little yellow chicken said: "You see, those monsters, shadow bears, and disgusting rabbit women, they are the soldiers among the soldiers."
"But they should be stronger than you." Meng Fei said his thoughts sincerely.
Little Yellow Chicken: "Yes, they are very strong, but they have lost their freedom and reason forever. I doubt they still have souls. If they have souls, it would be too pitiful, wouldn't it?"
It has become a puppet that can be commanded by others. It cannot move without strings, but it still retains its soul in the deepest part. Indeed, it is too pitiful to think about it.
Meng Fei held up his face, thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it's not pitiful."
For him, such a life does not seem to be completely unexpectable.
Unless needed, there is no need to act, and there is no need to think, and you can sleep for a long time...
The little yellow chicken looked at Meng Fei in shock, and he finally condensed it into one sentence.
"You're crazy!"
Meng Fei: "Hey - you are all quite smart!"
The little yellow chicken was silent. He covered his head and began to think about life.
What does this person mean? ? ?
What do you mean you are all smart?
Could it be that he is really crazy?
I actually feel that that kind of life is not pitiful, it's just crazy.
Meng Fei smiled and looked at the little yellow chicken who was doubting his life. His face under the hood, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and happiness was written on his face.
How fun, watching other people worry~
"Let's talk some more, I'm still curious."
"After all, I'm new here, so I don't know many things."
The little yellow chicken replied feebly: "What's unclear?"
Meng Fei thought for a while and said: "Talent, what will happen if you always use talent?"
Little Yellow Chicken: "..."
Meng Fei tilted his head, "Can't say. Right?"
The little yellow chicken didn't respond.
But this is the best response. As for the impact of talent, it is something that they cannot even mention.
Meng Fei looked at the sky. The dark sky without stars seemed to remind him that this was a completely different world from his.
They are like small animals performing in a crystal ball, hamsters, butterflies, or something else.
Put on ridiculous dramas for idiots outside the crystal ball.
Meng Fei: "Sure enough, this world is still suitable for me."
Little Yellow Chicken: "..."
It's really hard to imagine what thoughts were going through this guy's mind.
It didn't take long, but within ten minutes, someone noticed them.
"Hey, have you found the seventh person?!"
The little yellow chicken said calmly: "We found it. He is under our buttocks. We are going to sit him under the tiles to death."
"Wow, how cruel. Will death be slow like this?"
"Do you need a lighter?"
"Are you crazy! Can we survive if you set the haunted house on fire?!"
"Hahahaha, do you need hot oil? Paint is also good."
The puppets were discussing so loudly how to kill these people cruelly.
Under the shadowy and bloody lights, the puppets that were supposed to be cute and clumsy looked like evil ghosts crawling out of hell.
The dull sound of hammering flesh and bones, the cold and sarcastic ridicule of the puppets, and the occasional scream coming from the rest area.
Everything is unlike the human world.
This is hell...
The little yellow chicken looked at the scene below and said for a long time: "It doesn't look like a human being at all, right?"
Meng Fei: "Do you still think of yourself as a human being?"
Meng Fei's voice rose in pitch, with undisguised surprise.
The little yellow chicken was silent for a long time, and then he said: "But, I am a human being..."
The doll should not shed tears, but why does he feel that his eyes hurt?
The little yellow chicken was so sad. He was so sad that he wished he could just die.
But no, he must not become that kind of impurity!
He would rather his soul be annihilated than become that miserable thing!
Meng Fei watched the little yellow chicken curl up into a ball.
Meng Fei knew that he had always had a charm in him, even after he became a madman.
[As gentle as the moon, I feel like I can tell Master Meng Fei anything. 】
[This is the gentleness of nature. Your aura is compatible with everyone. This is a rare occurrence in a hundred years. 】
[As long as you want it, no one can refuse you, Meng Fei. 】
Meng Fei lowered his eyes and thought to himself: Yes, my damn charm.
Meng Fei raised his hand, patted the little yellow chicken, and said, "Don't worry, I will let you die happily."
Little Yellow Chicken: "You'd better keep your word."
