The aroma in the air suddenly became stronger, and the rotten stench floating in the corridor became more and more irresistible. He Xiaoman didn't know what evil she had done, the most fragrant and smelly, the most romantic.

And the ugliest ones always haunt her senses.

When a cold and rotten atmosphere lingered in front of He Xiaoman's door, she took out her mobile phone and started the loop playback while classmate Feng Che once again performed the infinite carp jerking and moaning.

Feng Che was stunned.

He was very familiar with the voices of the hero and heroine in this audio.

Too familiar.

One is himself who is playing with the bed, and the other is He Xiaoman who occasionally copes with it.

Feng Che let out a sigh of relief and didn't know whether he should be happy or wary. The two of them were actually being recorded by her when they were acting.

The little girl is really awesome.

He Xiaoman still liked Yong Feng Che's approving gaze, but soon she felt something was wrong.

Throughout the hotel, at least within the range that He Xiaoman's senses could detect, ambiguous voices sounded from many rooms almost at the same time.

It seemed that just after midnight, everyone in the guest room started playing poker, and the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

As an adult, as a house owner who has done several missions in the realm and considers herself well-informed, He Xiaoman still feels that this dungeon has shattered her outlook on life.

Is there any mistake? This is a love town, not a love town!

"Don't you feel that the smell of the air is wrong now?" Feng Che's voice sounded in He Xiaoman's mind: "Sure enough, it is right not to eat those damn things of theirs."

"In addition to being fragrant and smelly, are there any other additional states?" He Xiaoman was stunned. This mixed smell itself was already a hallucinogenic damage to her battered olfactory system. It would be great if it could also stack buffs.

It just leaves no way for people to survive.

He Xiaoman looked at Feng Che's handsome face gradually turning red and asked him: "Are you hot?"

"I'm not hot, but you are stupid." Feng Che rolled his eyes at her.

Seeing Feng Che, He Xiaoman closed his eyes tightly and was silent for a moment. The hammer tilted its big mouth and held its pitch-black hammer and began to wander around the door.

Feng Che said to He Xiaoman: "If you really don't feel anything, then go and lie down on the bed. No one knows what drama will be played next. At least I can keep myself quiet for four hours."

"Do I... need to feel something?" He Xiaoman seemed to understand something, but he was not sure.

Feng Che seemed to have suddenly figured out some issues. He gestured to He Xiaoman and then said: "It's Taiyin... I understand, no wonder you don't feel anything. This air has a very strong... uh...

...It inspires humans to play poker desperately. I am less affected because there are less tea bags and less food to eat here, but you are not affected at all because of that pure and holy thing."

Feng Che's face seemed to be even redder.

But there was a faint smile of envy in his eyes: "As expected of Madman Qiu, he can really resist not snatching things like this. That's good, you will never have to worry about the thousands of realms in the future.

Someone will use seduction or the same dirty tricks to deal with you."

It's exactly what I thought.

This fragrant and smelly air actually has the effect of destroying the Qing Dynasty.

In fact, what He Xiaoman didn't know was that He Xiaoman's resistance to the charm of the fox demon in Haochenjun's realm was certainly related to Po Mie Lingyan and He Xiaoman herself being a straight woman of steel, but what really made He Xiaoman's Lingtai clear was indeed

It is the water of Taiyin.

Feng Che felt more at ease and began to enter today's four-hour period of weakness.

Motionless.

Forced to remain motionless.

Even though his body was like a thousand ants eating his heart, Feng Che still remained unmoved during his period of weakness.

He Xiaoman looked at him with a smile: "You're not bragging, you can lie in bed all day without eating or drinking."

The ethereal talisman at the door can play a certain shielding role. The hammer is the second level. Players and NPCs can be killed. He Xiaoman is the third level to deal with players. Therefore, under the current situation, Feng Che simply uses fire to fight fire and uses to enter the weakening state.

There are many ways to fight against desires that are getting more and more out of control.

He Xiaoman admired him very much.

Even in this situation, he can still work hard to turn an unfavorable situation into an advantage.

Of course, the premise is that He Xiaoman is really not controlled by this smell.

As the night progressed, the strong aroma and stench added a lot of ambiguity, and the entire hotel was simply having a poker party.

When the morning light dawned the next day, He Xiaoman discovered that the number of surviving players had been refreshed again, becoming 21.

The extremely strong smell gradually dissipated, and He Xiaoman found that many guest room doors were wide open. Some people could not close their mouths when they won, and some people could not close their legs when they lost. Both the winners and losers were as pale as ghosts.

The mist enveloped He Xiaoman. After quietly patrolling around the sixth floor, she discovered that there was a dark pattern on the house numbers of many rooms. It was difficult to see without looking carefully, as if someone's hand had just touched the white

The mark left behind by steel.

Some of those patterns are in the shape of a seed, some are in the shape of a flower bud, some are in the shape of a skull, and some house numbers have nothing on them.

When He Xiaoman returned to his room, he checked carefully and found that his house number belonged to the last category.

Feng Che was tortured for a full four hours. This was the first time in his long life that he had tasted this kind of sourness. His eyes that usually looked bright and bright were now listless, and his whole person looked as wilted as a kiwi that had just been frosted.

Ta-ta.

He Xiaoman talked about his new discovery, and Feng Che, who was originally on the verge of death, finally regained some energy.

"The seeds have been collected from the flowers, and the flower buds have begun to vegetate. The reason why I am so sure is because I vaguely saw the rose queen-shaped pattern on the house number of Yang Duanduan before, but I didn't think much of it at that time.

I thought this was the logo of the Rose Hotel, so we can infer from this that the skull and crossbones symbol represents the forbidden sex that has become rotten?"

I have to admit that Feng Che thinks more than He Xiaoman.

He Xiaoman only inferred the different statuses of the people in the guest room based on the seed flowers, and the blank house numbers were probably people like He Xiaoman who had not received flowers or sent flowers.

Unexpectedly, Feng Che could directly deduce the meaning of the skull by drawing inferences from one example.

"This room is unoccupied tonight. It's blank, which probably means anyone can come in."

Feng Che's face was ugly.

It feels like the current Rose Hotel is like a check list. Which girl has guests and which doesn't, which one can eat for real and which can pretend to eat. It turns out that you can directly identify it at a glance through the dark pattern on the house number.
Chapter completed!