"Wait a minute!"

"Huh?"

Seeing that the game that was about to be in hand in front of him was suddenly withdrawn, he chuckled and the crisis alarm in his heart sounded. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info.

What's going on? Won't you sell it to me? Or is there any special request? There won't be any more accidents, right?

"Signing meeting!" he said in a toneless voice...

"Huh?" I don't know what he means...

"Just sign the name of the maker!"

"That kind of thing doesn't matter, haha... ”

I touched my head awkwardly and smiled awkwardly...

"Huh, doesn't it matter?"

I could feel the obvious change in his tone, but I just couldn't guess what he meant, the head wrapped in a black hood, it was really hard to see what he was thinking...

He said that he was the producer, so this game must be very important in his mind, my sentence doesn't matter, it must have broken his heart, for others who do not value the fruits of their labor, this will indeed make people angry...

"Does it matter?" he asked again, and I smelled a threat in his tone...

I don't know why, I started to break out in a cold sweat, a familiar feeling of fear slowly rose from the depths of my heart, and I couldn't stop getting goosebumps, what the hell is going on?

"You...... You can see what you do... ”

My tone weakened, and I lost the initiative in an instant, which seemed to be a natural suppression of me, and I didn't know where he was sacred...

"Is it really possible?" he began to become inexplicably excited, but he still buried his head low...

"Well, as long as you can buy it... ”

"Finally able to sign my name once ... ”

As he spoke, he suddenly used the posture of drawing a knife, moving like a rabbit, and signed his name on this black plastic bag in an instant, and the pen walked the dragon...

Terrible~

I can get a full score for his sassy posture when he signs, very handsome, quite a bit of samurai style, but, what I want to complain about is that he signed on a black plastic bag with a black signature pen, can you see this?

The answer, of course, is no!

So, does it make sense for him to sign this?

Play purely for the sake of good!

There are a lot of weirdos at this exhibition!

"Whew~Whew~"

In just a few seconds, after signing, his mouth began to pant rapidly, as if he had gone through a vigorous exercise, maybe it was because he was too excited...

"You...... Are you alright?" I asked...

"I'm fine!" he nodded vigorously like a samurai...

"Knock – (onomatopoeia)"

The embarrassing thing is that the arc of his nodding action is a bit exaggerated, and he didn't control the distance between his head and the wooden table, and he really had a close contact with the wooden board...

"Bang!" (onomatopoeia of the wooden table broken in two)"

Scare~

Could this be the legendary Iron Head Gong?

Looking at his casual appearance, and then at the wooden table that was broken in two, what should I complain about?

Belch...... Doesn't it hurt? It should be the table that hurts...

"That...... Head?" I asked him tentatively...

"It's okay... He lowered his head and shook his head...

"Should I leave then?"

"Can't!"

The answer is crisp and neat...

"Huh?"

"Your name!"

"My name?"

"It's not signed yet!"

"Do I need my name on it?"

"I don't know, maybe that's the case!"

Is it really good to be so irresponsible? I always feel that this is the first time he has come to this kind of exhibition? He is a newcomer to the exhibition, right?

"Name?" he asked...

"Uh...... Ning Nai—"

I was just about to say more, when a strange sound reached my ears...

"Smack~ (onomatopoeia of broken pen)"

"Uh......"

I was taken aback by watching the pen in his hand be easily broken by the strange force...

"Please continue!"

I closed my eyes and spit out four words, "Ning Nai Zhixiao!"

"Bang ~ (onomatopoeia of the pen broken into slag)"

My back suddenly felt cold, and my crotch was cold...

"Ning Nai Zhixiao!" Suddenly he called out my name and took the case...

"I'm here!" I straightened my back instantly, my eyes were black holes, and my brain was as if it had been pierced by an ice needle.

Looking at him wrapped in a black cloth into a rice dumpling, and the sickly and delicate aura that seeped out of him, I began to be able to guess who he really was!

With the inherently oppressive aura of his body, I should have thought of it a long time ago...

It's not the script I wanted, how could it be her! how could it be her again? how could it be her again?!!!

Why do I say again?

I remember a few years ago,Forced by the demon king to buy a very popular work-mouth game.,Sneak into an adult store.,But I happened to meet her who was working there for a summer vacation at the time.,It doesn't matter if I'm mistaken for a perverted nymphomaniac.,And then I've been tortured by her.,So much so that it caused indelible pain to the mind and body.。。。

At that time, I thought, the world is so big, why did I have to meet her? Should I be said to be unlucky? Or was I too lucky?

If I could, I wish I hadn't seen her for the rest of my life!

Luck Dantian, a shock, the camouflage on his body was instantly torn and shocked...

"Boom~"

The black cloth flew in the air, like a torn rotting corpse, like a nuclear bomb to the ground, and a beautiful black-haired girl wearing a samurai costume and a handsome and pretty appearance appeared, with a face as cold as frost, which was terrifying...

It seems to be from hell, standing in a pavilion, his cold face is black, his brows are furrowed, and his eyes seem to be thinking about something...

Her appearance stimulated my young mind for a while and began to distort my facial features, and my soul was almost scared out of my body...

"Ming...... Tea...... Tea ......"

Ten evil ghosts, Ming Se beckoned!

I won't meet the evil ghost Mingse!

"Ning Nai Zhixiao, how do you want to die!!"

“……”

Hey, what's going on? Is the horror movie about to start? That's not what I want!

I want to go home! I want to go home! I want to go home! (Say three times when I'm scared)

…… (To be continued)