Wang Tiegang died an ignominious death. His little body was soaked in a wooden basin.
The remaining children rushed forward. Their eyes were wild and they almost lost their minds. They rushed towards Wang Tiegang, snatching, roaring, pushing, and mercilessly fighting for the almost broken body.
The bones were connected to the tendons and couldn't be torn apart, so the children used the tools at hand to cut them.
Their faces were distorted as they fought for the body parts, their clothes were covered in blood, and they trampled on each other without distinguishing between friend and foe.
The smell of rotting flesh and blood made Su Qingyu dizzy.
Excessive viewing of bloody scenes can easily lead to mild pollution.
Wenxuecha also rushed to grab it.
She has a bit of ruthlessness in her body.
I saw her picking up a chair and smashing away all the people blocking the way in front of her. She grabbed the vague piece of meat and stuffed it into her pocket.
Soon, Wang Tiegang's body was looted.
"Don't grab it." Wen Xuecha covered his pocket.
Wen Xuecha, who has experienced the dungeon, has a profound understanding of the importance of Ming coins.
At a critical moment, Ming coins can even buy your life!
After entering the dungeon, no matter how your identity changes, the ghost coins and strange props will follow you.
Su Qingyu really doesn't lack the money to sell her meat.
Wen Xuecha seemed to be aware of this, she clapped her hands and said, "I remember when I was in that dungeon with you before, you had the Underworld Coin.
I was so stupid at that time. After clearing the dungeon, the Underworld Coin was already in my pocket. When I saw it, I just felt that this thing was bad luck.
How did you know it has such a big effect? "
Su Qingyu said modestly: "A little money."
Wen Xuecha's face was full of disbelief: "I think you are definitely rich, otherwise why didn't you just grab the meat?"
“Just now someone shouted in the crowd that meat can be sold for ghost coins.
Who collects the meat? How many Ming coins are there per pound? Are there any other risks?
I don’t know all of this.
There were so many people trampling on each other, and I had just taken a shower, why should I rush into the crowd and get my hands covered with blood? "
Wen Xuecha squinted his eyes and smiled: "If there is another chance, you will lose."
Su Qingyu was silent.
Doing so may indeed miss opportunities, but it also means avoiding unknown risks.
Opportunity and risk are two sides of the same scale.
All Su Qingyu needs to do is to decide which side of the scale to tilt based on the specific situation.
At this moment, she judged that it was not worth it, and that it was not worth it.
Because it was too late, Su Qingyu rejected Youyou's invitation and told him to visit him again tomorrow when he had time.
In the evening, Wen Xuecha said that Wang Tiegang had died. She was a little scared and wanted to move her bed to Su Qingyu's bed to be closer.
When she was grabbing the body parts, she blew off all the heads in front of her.
Now I am holding my pillow and saying I am scared.
Afraid of a hammer.
Su Qingyu leaned on the bed and stared at Wen Xuecha, ruthlessly revealing her little thoughts: "Wuxin, my contract is weird, and you will only protect me for a fee.
Even if you sleep next to me and a bad guy attacks you, he will completely ignore it.
...That’s not right, maybe he will also get a share of the pie. "
"Ah?" Wen Xuecha glanced at Wuxin, a little disappointed, "I thought he was good."
Su Qingyu pulled the quilt up and said with a smile: "Look at his appearance, does he look like a good person?"
Wen Xuecha looked at Wuxin, and Wuxin's eyes also turned to her.
It was pure, a predator's gaze.
Especially like the snakes hanging on the branches waiting for opportunities when she visited the reptile house.
She saw Wuxin's eyes that were so dark that they could not reflect light, the exposed bones of his hands, and the hole in his heart, and goosebumps rose up on his arms.
"Pretend I didn't say anything." Wen Xuecha dragged his bed and left.
Su Qingyu fell into sleep.
At night, Su Qingyu's eyebrows spread out, her body lay gently on her side, her legs were slightly bent, and her breathing was steady and gentle.
Wuxin stood beside the bed holding his sword. He didn't need to sleep or blink. He just watched Su Qingyu silently, waiting for the sun to rise and set.
Time means nothing to him either.
If there is no contract, he will play the role assigned by "it" in the dungeon and prey on the trialists.
After the contract is established, everything about him, on the surface, has meaning because of the existence of the master.
However, their bodies are strange, resulting from the spread of "it" pollution.
"It" is equivalent to Weird's mother body, so Weird is still controlled by "it".
That day, Shuangxi tried to tell Su Qingyu not to make too many contracts.
It was unintentional to stop her from continuing.
Some things related to the operation of heaven in Weird World are not allowed to be said by Weird Mouth.
The level of Double Happiness is low, and he does not realize that saying these words will cause him to be destroyed.
Su Qingyu's sleeping posture is not very good. She likes to wrap herself in a quilt, tangled up like a silkworm chrysalis. After a while, she feels hot and kicks the quilt away.
Poster of a clown on a circus wall with eyes moving from left to right.
He was looking straight at Su Qingyu.
Wu Xin walked to the wall and tore down the poster.
At this time, another clown doll appeared on Su Qingyu's bedside.
After Wuxin came back, he tore the doll apart and covered the quilt that Su Qingyu had kicked away.
"Hehehe, I'm looking at you."
Su Qingyu was originally having a sweet dream. She dreamed of a strange disappearance, and all the ghost coins turned into currencies in the real world. She and Zhuang Xiaodie were wearing cool swimsuits, sitting on the yacht, watching the handsome little brother plop. Jump into the sea.
In the second half of the dream, the original blue sky and white clouds suddenly became gloomy, and several huge clown eyes appeared in the sky, staring at her.
Su Qingyu felt as if something was pinching her neck. It was painful and difficult to breathe.
"Ka ka ka." Wu Xin's throat came out with a language that could only be communicated between weird people.
Then, he pulled out the cold sword and inserted it through the bed board.
In the dream, Su Qingyu's suffocation disappeared and her breathing became steady again.
When she woke up the next day, Su Qingyu didn't remember her dream last night at all. She only felt a slight headache, as if she hadn't slept well.
She looked at her watch.
You've obviously slept for eight hours, why do you still feel so sleepy?
He turned his head and looked at the cold blade.
Su Qingyu immediately sat up: "Wuxin, what did you do last night?"
I have no intention of telling the truth.
"Clown?" Su Qingyu took a deep breath and looked at the countless clown elements in the circus with complicated eyes, "They are really everywhere."
In the morning, Su Qingyu still had to go out to beg as requested by the group leader.
She went to pick out the animals.
Youyou was squatting on the edge of the cage, talking nervously to the small animals.
The cage was not locked, but none of the little animals dared to escape.
Seeing Su Qingyu coming, he enthusiastically kicked the cage door open with his feet, and then poked the little bear's neck with his toes. The bear obediently rubbed its face against Youyou's toes.
Youyou curled up her neck and chuckled, then looked sideways at Su Qingyu and asked, "Do you want to choose Xiong Xiong? Xiong Xiong is very good and won't run away."
The ugly black bear crawled towards Su Qingyu.
