Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 246

The fourth floor of Changsheng Building.

Between the dim light and the gray fog, a real teamfight begins.

On the third floor, although the Dark Fire team lost Wen Jianyan, Qi Qian's talent also reached the time limit for activation, and with Zhang Yu recovering, the entire team's strength immediately improved again.

In addition, the shops they drew on the third floor were not too difficult. With the full help of the prophets, their team was the first to enter the fourth floor.

After entering the fourth floor, they did not immediately use the key to open the door of the shop. After all, once the door of the shop was opened and the oil lamp was lit, the invisible countdown in the copy of [Prosperity Building] would start, and it would be on time after fifteen minutes. Falling into darkness and killing all the squads that didn't come up would be worth the loss.

Therefore, after entering the fourth floor, they did not enter the store eagerly, but stayed in the corridor, squatting and waiting for the arrival of other teams.

Although the combat power of the Dark Fire team has not been compromised, other teams are not as lucky as they are. They have all died more or less in the first three floors, although they can still rely on part of luck and part of it. The strength has entered the fourth floor, but it is basically the end of the game.

On the one hand, the strength is not as good as others, on the other hand, Qi Qian's suggestion is indeed reasonable... After all, in such a team competition book, if there are too many teams coming up, it is necessary to reduce a team.

Therefore, in the face of Qi Qian's proposed cooperation, the other teams have no objection.

Although Orange Candy has suffered a loss of combat power, Tuowen's brief blessing has not suffered any losses in the most difficult third floor. In addition, it is a configuration that is extremely suitable for team battles. The team members He also has rich combat experience. Although the number of opponents is several times that of his own team, he is not too weak.

There was a fresh smell of blood floating in the air, and the smell of killing filled the nose.

They are fighting fiercely in many ways. Although the enemies they face are all human beings, they are just as ruthless as when facing ghosts. To be precise, this is the norm in the Nightmare live broadcast room.

Bloody, cold, cruel, in order to protect his teammates and a possible way of life, he would not hesitate to kill other human anchors.

"Prophet, back off!"

Qi Qian, An Xin and other forces protected the unarmed Su Cheng in the center of the camp to prevent him from being affected.

Su Cheng stood behind the people, his eyes fixed on the rapidly changing battlefield not far away, his fists clenched, his heart was numb.

It has to be said that the Orange Candy Squad really lives up to its reputation.

Even in the face of several times the number of their own, they can always create chaos in a bizarre way. While lengthening the front line and making surprise attacks, the team members are also very skilled in some special PVP props. Get out of the war when everything is unexpected.

However, the other anchors are not vegetarians. Everyone is senior. Even if they are not familiar with team battles, they have a lot of life-saving means. It is extremely difficult for the Orange Candy team to completely reverse the disadvantageous situation of too few people. , the two sides are now entering a difficult tug-of-war, and there is really no way to end it for a while.

However, what really confused Su Cheng's mind was what Tangtang Tang said just now.

"She's dead."

Wen Jianyan...is he really dead?

Su Cheng couldn't help clenching his teeth, his heart was twisting like a knife, he couldn't help but turned his head and looked in the direction of the Orange Candy team going upstairs, as if he wanted to confirm a fact...

Suddenly, he was stunned.

The Orange Candy Squad has now entered the fourth floor, and has begun to fight with other teams, but, for some unknown reason, the corridor leading to the third floor behind them has not disappeared, and is still standing there.

what happened……?

*

Before you know it, the location has changed.

Wen Jianyan leaned down aloft, the handkerchief on top of his head was slanted, dangling, swaying because of his bowed head, and the soft corner of the fabric hung over Wu Zhu's face.

In the gap between the veils, his bright, clear eyes that are almost impossible to look at can be seen faintly.

"First of all... do this."

The youth's voice was very low, and the ending was slightly hoarse, as if it had a catching hook.

"The action should be light, shallow, and tentative."

He leaned down.

The lips fit together, rubbing gently, but not deeply.

The other party seemed to be in a hurry by this non-painful, non-irritating, simple and intimate gesture, like a beast that smelled blood and food, couldn't wait to raise his jaw, looked up and chased away, eager to taste it. to more.

"no."

Wen Jianyan held the other party down, like a strict mentor, who was strong and controlled the whole process step by step, inducing the other party to enter his own rhythm.

"What's the hurry, don't move your teeth."

he ordered.

Human's warm fingers sank into Wu Zhu's icy hair, and in Yizhong's seemingly gentle, but actually controlled posture, let the other party raise his head according to his own thoughts.

"Okay, now hold my lower lip," soft, low, vague words spilled out from between the fitted lips, "you can lick and suck, but not forcefully."

"..."

The youth's voice was even lower, mixed with a bit of intermittent, sigh-like air.

"Yes, that's it."

"The upper lip too."

"Hey! I told you, don't use your teeth!"

In the icy, dark darkness with no end in sight, four paper figurines walked on the winding path, with a strange smile on their stiff and pale faces, and a scarlet paper sedan chair in their hands.

Everything seemed so eerie.

"Boom!"

Something heavy hit the inner wall of the paper sedan chair, and there was a dull sound, causing the whole sedan chair to shake violently.

The paper figurine carrying the sedan chair from the outside still looks weird and stiff, like a dead thing without any intelligence or life, just burying its head on the road, not knowing or caring about the sedan chair in its hand. What is going on inside. ,

"..."

The narrow space inside the sedan chair could not penetrate the slightest light, and it was heavy and oppressive, and the deep darkness that could not be penetrated by sight was mixed with a subtle, chaotic gasping sound, the rustling sound of the cloth rubbing, and The soft sound of wetting water.

By the time he reaches the tip of his tongue, Wu Zhu is almost no longer taught by himself.

Wen Jianyan was still on top.

His shoulder blades and back were pressed against the wall of the sedan chair, and there was a "dong" sound. The other party's cold palms wrapped around his waist, and he was half lifted without any difficulty, forcing the other party to maintain a low position. Head pose, kissing the human lips from the bottom up.

Although still savage, rough and bumpy, it is far more skilled than just now, with undisguised aggression, sharp teeth slashed across the lips, and no longer simply and rudely gnawed directly, but skillfully grind Touching, rubbing, sucking, kissing from different angles, greedily absorbing human breath, body temperature, blood, saliva.

As if to grab everything, chew it up, suck it clean, and swallow it.

"...!"

Although it was just a kiss, Wen Jianyan had the illusion that he was about to be eaten.

Every inch of soft flesh in his mouth was not spared, his eyes turned black, he could hardly breathe, his limbs became weak and chaotic.

Oops……

No, you have to stop.

"Stop, stop..."

Wen Jianyan turned her face away, tried to stop the other party's gradually outrageous movements, and shouted to stop.

However, his voice was hoarse and trembling, without the slightest dignity.

The next second, on the exposed neck of Wen Jianyan's head, wet and cold lips pressed against her, her sharp teeth biting greedily and licking and kissing.

The hands around his waist tightened, and they were closer to each other.

Shit, this guy wants to go on.

And it's the move he just taught!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, dizzy in front of her eyes.

Although Wu Zhu may not really know what he is doing, but... it is obvious that under the control of primitive instinct, he still wants to continue.

Suddenly, in the chaotic gap, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something.

The shaking of the paper sedan chair seems to have become less obvious. It seems that the paper figures outside have slowed down. Could it be that...

Is your destination almost there?

"Hey, hey!"

Wen Jianyan tugged at the other party's hair, pushed the other party's shoulder, and said hurriedly, "Enough!"

It doesn't seem to work.

Like a hungry beast who has finally found a way to enjoy food, the other side fascinated and sunk into this unfamiliar territory, exploring inch by inch with lips and teeth, fingers and nose tips.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Damn, it's really hard to do this place where I haven't driven meat in 10,000 years.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and groped in the darkness, and finally found the lower half of Wu Zhu's face, slammed it over with his palm, and forced the other's lips to leave his throat: "You, listen to me. Say."

"This time, this time first..."

Wen Jianyan's voice was mixed with gasps, and she spoke hard and intermittently.

In the darkness, Wu Zhu raised his eyes, a pair of red-gold eyes sparkling in the darkness, with a fascinated and wild desire, he stared at the human beings in front of him dissatisfied, as if he did not understand why the other party suddenly stopped his actions.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, and the handkerchief above her head swayed down.

From this angle, Wu Zhu could clearly see the other's face hidden under the veil.

The cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen, under the moist eyelashes, were dripping with water, but the eyes were still clear and bright. He kissed them until the swollen and crimson lips opened and closed, and the voice was hoarse:

"Wait for next time."

Wen Jianyan leaned down. Although he was at a disadvantage and was out of breath, he was far calmer than Wu Zhu's current inability to control himself and his dizziness.

He took a deep breath and moved closer to the other's face.

There was a loose smile on his lips, and his words were bewitching, and he said softly:

"Next time, I'll teach you something else."

He rubbed his fingertips against the other party's cold cheeks, and left with a single touch, his tone raised frivolously, implying deep meaning:

"I promise, it will be more fun."

*

Wen Jianyan returned to the courtyard at the beginning.

It was still a dead and cold dark courtyard. The red and white lanterns swayed silently in the air, but they were not lit. The doors of the houses on the north and west sides were open, and it was dark inside, exuding a gloomy and icy aura.

Wen Jianyan stood at the gate of the courtyard, gasping for breath, her wedding dress had disappeared, and she was holding a candlestick with a faint light in her hand.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, he let out a long sigh of relief.

...Damn, it was finally put back.

If it continues, he doesn't know what might happen next.

He lowered his head and glanced at himself.

After returning to the [Prosperity Building] dungeon and re-entering Nightmare's ability, the appearance of his body has also recovered, and it has become the same as when he entered the dungeon.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"!!!"

"!!!!!! Ahhhh the anchor is back!"

"So what happened just now? Why was the line suddenly disconnected in that barren tomb?"

"Yeah, right, the screen goes black, and then there's nothing. Damn, can't the nightmare work? I remember that this live broadcast room doesn't seem to be disconnected for the first time, right?"

Wen Jianyan himself did not know the situation in the live broadcast room, and even if he did, he was not ready to answer questions for the audience.

"call……"

He raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously.

In any case, this action gave him a lot of inspiration, not only about the internal structure of this copy, but also closely related to the nightmare and the opposite witch candle.

Obviously, Nightmare has different levels of control over different dungeons. [Prosperity Mansion] is a very special dungeon, and there is an existence that both parties want. Therefore, for this dungeon, Nightmare's control is obviously not as strong as before.

And the witch candle...

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes, touched her still hot lips, and gasped for breath.

In any case, he has to be faster.

Otherwise, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with the current mess.

However, the first thing to do now is to get out of here.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, put aside the unorganized thoughts in his mind, held the candlestick that glowed faintly in his hand, and walked towards the west room at the fastest speed.

Now, the information he has learned has far exceeded any anchor in this dungeon, so he must quickly reunite with his teammates, pass through the fourth floor through normal channels, and enter the fifth floor.

He walked quickly into the room on the west side, and put the unlit red candle on the table into his pocket, and then sat on the medium wooden bed that communicated between the building and the courtyard. The flow of clouds and water is very natural, and it can be called a wild goose plucking hair, leaving no chance for wiping.

Soon, Wen Jianyan returned to the shop on the third floor.

It was pitch black and silent, the door to the shop was wide open, and outside was a dark staircase leading to the fourth floor.

Fortunately, it seems that the upstairs has not yet entered "night", and the dungeon has not judged itself as dead, so it is still reserved for Wen Jianyan to go upstairs.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took a step, and walked upstairs.

The candlelight in his hand illuminated Wen Jianyan's face, and the faint firelight beat on his face, making him more clear-cut and with beautiful features.

A faint light fell on the lips.

His lips were slightly swollen, and there were still blood stains on them.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Wait, why does the anchor look weird?"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Well, it's weird anyway!"

"It does seem to be...Is it my illusion? I always feel that the anchor's lips are swollen? Wait, is there a hickey on his neck?"

"..."

"..."

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