Doudou was crying breathlessly in the house, like a little girl who had been robbed of a rag doll, Duan Mo listened to this cry, and even began to regret it - if he knew this, he might as well find a way to save Hua Shixiang.

After waiting for a while, Duan Mo really couldn't stand it anymore - he was afraid that Doudou would cry like this again, and he would cry for his own life. So he got up and walked into the room. Chun Xia and Zui Meng looked helpless in the face of the crying Doudou, and when they saw Duan Mo coming in, they hurriedly surrounded them.

"Duan Mo, what's going on? Just now, Doudou said that her brother was dead as soon as she came back, and you killed Hua Shixiang? Drunken Dream asked.

Duan Mo smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Where do I have that ability, I don't know what is going on, but ...... It seems that Hua Shixiang's men killed him - do you remember the fritters? ”

"Which fritter?" Drunken Dream was stunned for a moment, "Is it the death-fearing ghost before?" ”

"That's right," Duan Mo nodded, "He joined the qun organization a long time ago, and he has been following Hua Shixiang and them, and just now the four of us appeared in the same game......"

Duan Mo roughly told what happened just now and Drunken Dream and Chun Xia, and the two girls felt incredible.

In their hearts, Hua Shixiang has always been a powerful opponent, and in the previous three or two battles, they tried their best to kill Hua Shixiang, but they didn't expect him to die in their own hands now.

Junxia's attitude towards this news was diametrically opposed to Doudou's, and the excitement and joy on her face were about to overflow.

Doudou heard a few people talking next to him, and turned his head aggrievedly, "My brother is actually a good person......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone didn't know what to say, Duan Mo and Drunken Meng looked at each other with embarrassment, and the irascible Chun Xia couldn't care about it so much-

"Your brother is a good person, and my brother is a bad person, right?"

She stared at Doudou, Doudou was glared at by her, and the tears that had just stopped a little bit of tears rushed again, and she couldn't even breathe when she cried. Drunken Meng looked helpless, so he had to persuade Chun Xia into the bedroom, while Duan Mo sat opposite Doudou.

"Although...... He's your brother," Duan Mo's ability to deal with this aspect of the matter was almost zero, and he brewed for a long time, helping Doudou wipe away the tears on his face. "But he has done it to you before, which means that Hua Shixiang will not take care of this brother-sister relationship for a long time, and you don't need to be too sad......"

"That's not the case......" Doudou choked up and spoke, Duan Mo was afraid that she would turn her back, so he hurriedly patted her back. My father ..... was one of the creators of this game, so my brother had already guessed that I would not die, so he shot me......"

"What? What do you say your father is?? Duan Mo jumped up.

Since Doudou was resurrected, she had never mentioned this matter to Duan Mo and them, but she didn't expect to say it now, she stared at her stupidly, and even forgot to cry for a while.

"Brother Duan Mo, I'm sorry...... I ......"

"I'm not looking for you to ask for guilt," Duan Mo grabbed Doudou's shoulder, "Don't be afraid, no matter what your father or brother is like, I won't have any opinion on you, just tell me what you know!" ”

"Well," Duan Mo's words were like a gold medal for avoiding death, which made Doudou instantly feel confident, "Actually, my father is one of the main managers of this game, and my brother and I entered the game world under his arrangement. ”

"Is it because of that god-making plan?"

"Hmm." Doudou continued to nod.

Duan Mo couldn't believe it. He knows the cruelty of this game, and those who created it must have understood the horror of this game even more, and in this case - a father actually sent his own children in? What kind of person is this......

"And then?" Duan Mo asked, "Why are you willing to accept it?" ”

Doudou's expression suddenly dimmed. "My brother and I didn't do it voluntarily...... I entered this world without knowing it, and my brother was tricked into it by my father to save me. ”

"So...... Your brother doesn't seem to be that bad......"

"Hmm!" Doudou nodded violently, "My brother may not be very good to others, but he has always cared about me!" ”

Duan Mo rolled his eyes, "Then since your father is so powerful, your brother will definitely be resurrected again, right?" ”

Doudou sighed, "It's impossible. My father came to see me the other day...... I didn't tell you. ”

"What are you looking for?" Although Duan Mo would not dislike Doudou's life experience, his heart was also rolling at the moment. He didn't expect that Doudou, who reassured him the most, would hide so many secrets.

"He called me and my brother together, hoping that we could become stronger as soon as possible, because their plans seemed to be about to be exposed, so they planned to escape to this world."

Duan Mo's eyes immediately lit up. "Escape to this world??"

This sentence is like a blockbuster*, causing an uproar.

"And...... Dad said that the rules of the game world have become weaker and weaker, and their control over us players is also decreasing, so ...... My brother can't come back......"

Duan Mo didn't care whether Hua Shixiang was dead or alive, his attention was all attracted by another sentence - if Whitebeard and them all entered this world, Duan Mo and these players might be able to kill them at that time!

If you kill them, will it be far from ending this world completely?

Thinking like this, Duan Mo was full of energy, and he worked harder to coax Doudou.

After a day or two, Doudou gradually recovered from his grief, and finally stopped crying, but he didn't show a smile.

Duan Mo was drunk and dreamed that they had no way to do anything about Doudou's performance - they had a different position from Doudou, and they couldn't sincerely remember Hua Shixiang no matter what, and every time they comforted Doudou, they felt sorry for the dead Genji.

This is especially evident in Chun Xia - for Chun Xia, after the death of Hua Shixiang, he did not beat gongs and drums to celebrate, which was the greatest respect for Doudou.

In any case, Duan Mo's small courtyard finally ushered in some relaxed atmosphere, while the QUN organization was experiencing a drastic change.

In just half a month, Ye Xing fled, Hua Shixiang, Wushuang, and Overlord all died, and it would be a disaster for any organization, but it didn't seem to be the case with the QUN organization - all the members were still teaming up and killing people step by step, and the destruction of the top level had no impact on the bottom members.

The only difference is that all of a sudden, the fritters have become much more rampant.

When Ye Xing managed the QUN organization before, most of the things were decided by Wushuang and Overlord, and then Hua Shixiang was in power, and the big and small affairs in the organization were taken care of by the fritters, and now after the fritters took power, they put all their energy into the QUN organization, and at the same time came up with all kinds of strange ways to control the members of the organization.

As a result, the QUN organization has transformed from a loose and sloppy federal organization into a hierarchical empire, and the fritters are the emperor of these tens of thousands of people.

He was sitting in the conference hall of Manor No. 1 at the moment, slowly burning the calligraphy and paintings left by Hua Shixiang.

No matter where you are, power is always the most delicious and delicious.

The fritters looked at the courtyard outside the conference hall, where a few of their own henchmen were shuttling back and forth. Farther away, on the manor meadow, there were countless low-level members killing time.

After the fritters burned the calligraphy and paintings on the walls of the conference hall, his heart was a little empty. All along, his mind was filled with how to climb to the top of the QUN organization, and now his long-cherished wish has finally come true, but it is a little empty.

He thought about it, and finally it occurred to him what he had to do.

Back then, Han Gaozu said that after becoming famous, he will not return to his hometown with honor, just like walking in brocade at night. And although he can't go back to his hometown now, he also has to clean up the people who looked down on him back then.

For example, Duan Mo.

Youtiao's hatred for Duan Mo is secondary, and what he hates the most is actually a drunken dream.

The woman who had pointed a gun to her head.

How many times have you dreamed, you can dream of drunk dreams everywhere with that kind of disdain and disdain in your eyes. He wanted to make this woman bow at his feet, he wanted her to bow her head before him, and he wanted her beautiful face to be distorted by fear......

But – how?

The fritters licked their lips, and their eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow.

——

Drunken Dream pushed open Duan Mo's door with some annoyance, Duan Mo was lying on the bed watching Tianhaiyi's special interview, and when he saw Drunken Dream coming in, he was so frightened that he almost fell out of bed.

"What, what?" Duan Mo stuffed the magazine behind his ass and quickly sat up.

Zui Meng didn't speak, sat opposite Duan Mo, and stared at him directly.

Although Duan Mo hadn't done anything bad recently, he couldn't help but feel a little weak when he was stared at by Drunken Dream, so he snorted and said, "Doudou?"

"Fell asleep on the couch." Drunken Dream replied through gritted teeth.

"Well, it's daylight." Duan Mo wanted to ask Zuimeng what he was looking for, but looking at Zuimeng's serious and resentful face, he really didn't dare to speak.

"She was probably tired from crying, so she went to sleep." Drunken Meng said, leaning in front of Duan Mo's face and looking at him carefully.

This action startled Duan Mo, and he rubbed it back, his back resting on the head of the bed.

Zuimeng was very close, and his eyelashes were about to sweep to Duan Mo's face, and as long as Duan Mo's eyes glanced down slightly, he could see Zuimeng's snow-white collarbone and ......

"You can't kiss me, are you? I've only heard of the wall knock, but I've never heard of the wall knock!"

Duan Mo was bumping into the old deer in his heart, and his face was flushed purple.

Although he has always claimed to be an old driver, he has no theory and almost zero practical experience......

"That...... Cough...... Duan Mo tried to hold back a sentence, and he whispered, "It's daytime...... And at least keep the door shut......"

"What?" Drunken Dream raised his eyebrows.

Duan Mo stretched out an arm and pointed to the bedroom door—the door was open, right in front of the living room.

"If you are seen by Doudou, how bad is it...... She's still ......" Duan Mo said, shyly unbuttoning his shirt.

"What do you say!?" Drunken Dream finally understood, she glanced at Duan Mo, "I have a question for you." ”

"What." Duan Mo felt that Drunken Dream was really poisonous now, thinking that when the two of them first met, Duan Mo casually said a meat joke, which could make Drunken Dream blush for a long time, and now no matter what he does, Drunken Dream will not blush and his heart will not beat, which makes him feel extremely defeated.

But...... The current atmosphere seems to be pretty good?

The heavy curtains were half-hidden, the sunlight hung lazily on the windowsill, and the bodies of a man and a woman were wrapped in soft quilts......