Ended up with Sam. Quint didn't have a pleasant conversation, Zhao Nuo rubbed his eyes, walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

As soon as I came out of brushing my teeth, I heard Christine in the living room shouting in frustration:

"Damn, come on!"

"What's wrong?" He asked casually.

"Hey, there aren't enough people on the map to kill, and the Holy Sword keeps burning blood and burns me to death." Christine scolded.

"I just said the game couldn't be played." Zhao Nuo said.

The failure of Fury King is not only to force players to use brutal methods to kill people constantly, but also to be too difficult.

From the novice tutorial just now, Zhao Nuo found that the difficulty of "Fury King" is even higher than that of the patched "Executioner". The damage verdict of that game is incredible, and except for the action game masters, ordinary players probably can't even pass the first level.

In his opinion, that kind of thing is not a game at all, it can only be said to be a product of self-entertainment made by the "execution team" in order to satisfy his hobby.

"You play slowly, I'm going to sleep." Zhao Nuo stood up and yawned.

Recently, Hellfire Entertainment has started to get on the right track, and at the same time, his schedule is on the right track, because he has to get up early in the morning to exercise, and he used to fight until dawn every day, but now he begins to get sleepy before ten o'clock every day.

However, someone who now lives under the same roof, even though he is already an office worker, insists on staying up until the early hours of the morning every day to sleep.

"What the hell is that guy doing these days? I have a bad feeling......"

Zhao Nuo glanced thoughtfully at the closed bedroom door next to him.

Despite always being a taciturn guy, the "ghost scriptwriter" has been too quiet lately. has reached the Cheng dù without a word. Zhao Nuo couldn't help but wonder if her mental illness had worsened again.

As a co-tenant, he felt it was his responsibility to care about his roommates' "psychological problems". Otherwise, it would be bad if that guy did the same thing as last time, "Midnight Warrior Killer" or something.

Walking to Zhou Yan's bedroom door, Zhao Nuo knocked lightly on the door and asked, "Are you still awake?" ”

"Come in." There was a weak voice from the "ghost and god scriptwriter" in the room.

When he opened the door and walked into Zhou Yan's bedroom, he was still greeted by the familiar "torture room", with blood-stained chains hanging from the roof, and the chair was transformed into an electric chair. But......

"What about people?"

Looking around, I didn't find anyone for a while. Zhao Nuozheng was wondering. Then he noticed that a white robe hanging on the wall next to him moved. Only then did he notice two little pale feet sticking out from under the robe.

"What are you doing? Halloween is over. Zhao Nuo asked.

"There's a small show in the COS club in a few days, and I'm going to participate, but I don't know what to wear." A muffled sound came from under the robes.

"Well, I think your usual clothes are good." Zhao Nuo smiled.

I don't know if it's a club that still sticks to cosplay in November. How deep is the love for this activity? But Zhao Nuo knows: in addition to writing suspense stories. The girl's only remaining hobby. It seems that there is only cosplay.

Zhao Nuo also heard about her joining the local cosplay club. But what he didn't expect was that this guy dressed differently almost every day. I would even be worried about this kind of thing.

"I haven't been inspired lately, so I don't know what to wear."

Zhou Yan said and got out from under the white robe, revealing a thin body wearing only pink pajamas, and the small face under the messy long hair was still as pale as usual.

"It's nothing to do with inspiration...... Zhao Nuo held his forehead weakly.

"COS also needs inspiration." Zhou Yan's tone was very affirmative.

Seeing the pale girl's sad face, Zhao Nuo thought for a moment and asked tentatively:

"If you're not sure, how about I help you choose a few?"

When I used to play some RPG games, I was still very good at things like "pinching faces" and "matching colors".

Although it is impossible to pinch Zhou Yan's face, it should still be possible to match her with a few pieces of "equipment".

If it was an ordinary costume that he usually wore, Zhao Nuo didn't know how to choose at all. But what Zhou Yan wants to wear is those cos costumes that are similar to game equipment, and it shouldn't be a problem to use that kind of clothes to match the "suit".

"Can you do it?" There was a slight suspicion in Zhou Yan's voice.

"Don't underestimate me, I'm a man who participated in the "Old Roll 5" character design contest and won the runner-up." Zhao Nuo nodded confidently.

"Okay." Zhou Yan lay on the ground like a kitten, laboriously dragged out a few large suitcases from under the bed, opened the boxes to reveal the various clothes stuffed inside, and then made a request:

"I'm going to cosplay a majestic mage."

"I don't think you're going to be able to stand up to you unless the other participants are dwarfs."

Zhao Nuo said and rummaged through the small clothes stuffed with boxes, then opened a relatively small box next to him, picked up a white cat ear from it, and shook it in front of his eyes.

――As a member of the COS club, Zhao Nuo only knew that she had a lot of clothes before, but he didn't expect that there would be more than that. This amount is enough to support a small COS community.

Even Jian Tong, who loves to buy clothes, can probably only sigh to herself in the face of this level of clothing, right? But in this way, my choices are much richer.

"Mage, huh? What kind of color do you need? Zhao Nuo asked.

"It's more imposing." Zhou Yan replied immediately.

“…… It's all said that you can't be prestigious. ”

Zhao Nuo picked up the curved "staff" carved from a wooden stick next to the cat's ear, and suddenly the image of the "elf witch" he had designed in the RPG game suddenly appeared in his mind.

-- There's a way.

"Do you want to change races? It's not interesting to always cosplay humans. The corners of Zhao Nuo's mouth rose slightly.

"Whatever, as long as it's majestic enough."

Zhou Yan looked indifferent, standing in place, like a doll at the mercy of others.

"Take off your clothes and change this." Zhao Nuo said as he lifted the mage robe that he had taken out of the box.

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“fu-ck.you！”

Christine cursed.

On the laptop screen, the black skeleton holding the holy sword fell to the bloody street again, and large scarlet letters appeared above the body: game-over.

Deathbringer was right, the game was just too hard to play. Even if it is himself, he can only barely beat the first level, and when he reaches the second level, he can no longer pass.

"Let's play again tomorrow, I'm a little sleepy......" She picked up her laptop and walked to Zhou Yan's bedroom.

- I've been in the same room with that gloomy little girl all these days. That guy's house is just so cool and very much in line with his own aesthetic standards.

Although the girl usually watches horror movies late at night and rarely sleeps with herself, she can't sleep without holding things, and she still has a few experiences of falling asleep with Zhou Yan in her arms......

Thinking of this, Christine, standing in front of the bedroom door, looked like a color. With a wolf-like grin, he moved his fingers.

“i’m-coming！”

Shouting and pushing open the door of the "torture room", Christine was about to pounce on her little beautiful roommate, but her eyes widened because of the sight she saw, and then she rubbed her eyes as if she didn't believe what she saw:

"You ......"

The first thing that appeared in her sight was not the little girl who liked to stay up late. It was a young girl wearing an emerald green robe inlaid with pearls, holding an ebony staff, and her skin was so white that there was no blood.

Under the slightly curved eyebrows, a pair of large emerald eyes were looking at themselves with a puzzled gaze. Underneath the slightly upturned nose are equally small pale pink lips. Two long, pointed ears hung limply down the side of his face, and his long dark blue hair was gently draped over his shoulders.

It wasn't a human being at all that appeared in his sight, but-

"Elves?"

Christine remembers that when she was very young, she had heard her parents tell bedtime stories about elves. When she closed her eyes, the appearance of the elf she imagined was exactly the same as the girl standing in front of her now!

"No, I'm not dead yet, how can I suddenly enter another world......"

Christine was stunned for a while before she recognized that the "elf mage" in the room was her roommate, and couldn't help but point to Zhou Yan's nose and shout:

"Zhou ...... Yan, how did you become like this? ”

"What do you think? I picked out this outfit. The young man standing next to him spoke, his voice palpable with pride.

Christine, who had just been robbed of all her attention by the "Elven Mage", didn't notice that Zhao Nuo was also in the bedroom until this time. Immediately asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"She's going to play the role of a mage, and I helped pick out the accessories, what do you think?" Zhao Nuo asked.

"......" Christine stared at the elven girl in front of her in silence.

――As a storage that made her own "flame sprayer" after playing "Zombies Siege 3", she has always been very interested in things like game peripherals.

However, this is the first time I have seen a character who really looks like he has stepped out of the game!

"That's cool......"

In the face of this god-level cosplay. Christine didn't know what to say for a moment.

She was silent for a long time, trying to think of an adjective, but in the end she couldn't come up with any good words, so she could only end with a cliché line:

“cool！” (To be continued......) R1292