"Don't look at me with that disgusting gaze anymore."

The man said coldly.

"I'm not looking at others," Ling Chan said, "I was just thinking, your wings were black before, how did you get into this copy and suddenly bleach." ”

"My wings have always been white!" Nan Bowan said angrily: "Isn't it just a black wing?" Do you want to be so obsessed? ”

Ling Chan: "....... have you heard of the Destiny Guild?" ”

"What's that?" Nan Bowan said: "Don't just talk about the topic, I'm talking about something very serious!" ”

Ling Chan: "It's the guild created by the first player, every player in Horror City should have heard of it, right?" ”

"When did I start a guild?" Nan Bowan frowned, "You won't be deceived, will you?" Someone dares to deceive me in my name! When I get out of the copy, I'll ask him for his life. ”

"Now the number one on the player ranking is queen, let alone the first, there is no name of you Nan Bowan in the top 100."

Ling Chan pulled out her player panel to show him.

"When did the player leaderboard come out?" Nan Powan was also shocked, he also pulled out his player panel, and the two panels were put together for comparison, Nan Powan's simple look like a template that had just been developed.

There is no player leaderboard, and there are only two empty health and sanity points in the personal data, and there is no intuitive data on combat effectiveness.

Nan Bowan: "......? ”

He was shocked

Ling Chan sighed and said her guess, "The two of us are at opposite ends of a timeline, I am in the future, and you are in the past." I don't know why, in the special copy of the City Lord's Banquet, the two ends of the timeline converge. ”

"So I'm black wings, and in the future my wings will be black." Nan Bowan only cares about this one question, "You don't see others through me, so I'm not anyone's stand-in." ”

Nan Bowan laughed proudly, hugged the heroine in his arms, teased a child, and threw it upward.

"I'm sorry," he said flatteringly, "it's all my fault for thinking and misunderstanding you." ”

It's a bit of a waste of time to be teammates with love brains.

Ling Chan pondered: "You recall, did anything special happen that caused you to suddenly appear here." ”

Ling Chan has observed other players, and from the first day of the dinner and the reaction after the queen's death, it can be analyzed that they basically know the queen, which means that the players are basically on the same timeline of the "future", and Nanbo Wancai is messing with the "past" of this dungeon.

Nan Bowan pondered for a while, and shook his head honestly, "I have a bad temper, and there are many people who have offended, and there are so many strange props in the City of Horrors, it's really hard to say what the reason is." ”

He only cared about one thing, "When will I meet you?" ”

The eyes are bright, like a puppy wagging its tail.

Ling Chan: "...... There's no calendar in the city of horrors, how do I know when I met you? But you were in jail at the time. ”

Nan Bowan was shocked, "Are there all prison cells in the city of horrors?" You guys were too advanced in your time! ”

Is this point misunderstood? Ling Chan was speechless: "Others really don't have this treatment, it's an exclusive cell prepared for you." ”

"Do you want to know how you ended up in jail?"

Ling Chan squinted her eyes and smiled like a little fox.

Nan Bowan shook his head without hesitation, "In the future, it's not interesting to know this kind of thing too clearly." ”

"Then you don't want to know what the future is related to?"

Nan Bowan's eyes wavered, his struggle was visible to the naked eye, but he still refused, "I want to experience the future with you by myself." ”

He said, "I just want to know when I will see you, and I will be full of joy waiting for that day to come." ”

"That must be a good future."

That's right......

Ling Chan approached Nan Bowan, "Actually, you don't have to wait." ”

She looked up at the tall man, "I like you very much now." ”

"I like you in the past more than you in the future."

She stood on tiptoe, her pink lips moistened, and gently pressed it against Nan Bowan's face.

【？？？？？ What are you doing again?!!!! 】

[Damn, my wife is kissing others in front of me, I can only watch! ] Heartbroken. 】

[You're just heartbroken, my whole ghost is shattered...... Sad. 】

Nan Bo was stunned and turned his head to dodge.

"You don't like me," he pressed Ling Chan, looked at Ling Chan seriously, and saw that the girl's white teeth bit her lower lip, and there were round serrations under her small front teeth......

He turned his head, stared at the fist mark he had just made, and said, "...... You can't kiss casually. ”

"I like it."

The girl, who was completely shrouded in his shadow, looked up at him with a beautiful little face, and as she spoke, her lips opened and closed, and the inside was watery and wet, "Are you going to reject me?" ”

She took Nan Powan's hand and gently scratched his palm.

Nan Bowan lowered his eyes, and suddenly picked her up with one arm and pressed her against the wall.

Invaded and descended, and the breath was scorching.

The man's shadow covered all the light, filling every corner with force, and the irresistible swept Ling Chan's senses.

Provoking, chasing, winding, like a storm.

A sparse whimper overflowed from her throat, her hands supporting the flexible muscles of Nan Bowan's abdomen, and her fingers trembled slightly.

Nan Bowan clenched her hand, and his index finger swiped it, bringing out a hint of tingling.

Nan Bowan's eyes were half-closed, his expression was focused, and he was intoxicated with a bottomless pleasure.

Ling Chan kept her eyes open, and the camera in the live broadcast room focused on her flushed face, physiological tears stuck to her eyelashes, and she was wet and wet.

Thin eyebrows raised, what seemed to be a smile.

……

"This is provoking me."

The city lord sat on the sofa and magnified Ling Chan's small face.

What was once a warm, luxurious, and stylish bedroom has become a ruin, with solid wood furniture and a four-poster bed torn apart, and the broken pieces tremble and continue to decompose under the power of leakage.

Only the couch on which the lord of the castle was sitting was intact.

In his long and narrow eyes, the dark golden pupils were bottomless, and he touched his chest with an indifferent face, obviously he didn't have a heart, why did it hurt so much?

He was really puzzled.

Thriller City, a city, how can you fall in love with someone?

Charisma? Why did this useless thing suddenly appear on the player board? Only absolute force is admired here, and absolute beauty is not needed!

There is also Ling Chan's tricky talent skill...... The player's skills are varied, but the effect must be affected by the player's own ability, just like the player who can make a bomb, he can't make a bomb out of something stronger than himself, such as the dome of the dungeon.

However, Ling Chan's skills can work on the City of Horrors, and even radiate to him through the link of the City of Horrors.

This simply doesn't make sense!

This kind of spiritual skill is completely determined by the strength of the soul, so why is Chan Neng bewitching the Horror City, why is it so easily pulled in?

Ask for a monthly pass, please, if there is no bonus, the impoverished author may starve to death on the streets (take out the broken bowl and start praying) (will there be a soft-hearted god?). ）

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