"I think..."

The southern neighbor's head hung lower.

Even the white jade-like earlobes had a thin layer of red.

Such a shy big boy look.

It was simply not the same person who killed Lin Congxiao like he was killing pigs and cows when he started taking action before.

so...

Does he have a split personality?

"Otherwise you go..."

"I want you to stay with me."

Their two voices rang out at the same time.

Yingqian was stunned and asked with a confused look:

"With you?"

"yes."

Nan Lin nodded, his tail finger hooked up with Yingqian's little finger, and his eyes became softer.

"The two of us, stay here, and then we can host the next game together!"

Yingqian: "?"

This line.

She seemed to have heard it somewhere.

Yingqian lit a candle for Lin Congxiao who was far away in heaven.

no way.

This is strength.

Nan Neighbor's brains and skills are terrifyingly strong.

Plus there is such a big venue for playing games.

There will definitely not be any shortage of money.

Of course, if you add a little more beauty.

Just a perfect murderer.

Although Lin Congxiao looks good.

But Nan Neighbor's face is really too beautiful.

He looked at him intently.

Even Yingqian felt dazed for a while.

She took a deep breath and said seriously:

"Do you still want to continue hosting games?"

"yes."

Nan Neighbor said without any hesitation:

"Yingqian, you are very smart and interesting. Together, the two of us will definitely be able to come up with more interesting games!"

Yingqian finally understood.

What's the weird thing about our southern neighbor?

His body is a mixture of purity and cruelty, two completely different auras.

Both noble.

And arrogant.

Look down on all living beings from a superior perspective.

I'm afraid it's except Yingqian.

Don't treat anyone else's life as the same as your own.

Playing games with life is just his pastime.

Anyone but Yingqian.

It's not enough to be favored by the southern neighbor.

But that's why.

He was in the previous years.

Extremely lonely.

fortunately.

Met Ying Qian.

The elevator finally reaches the top.

And Yingqian also saw the long-lost sunshine.

In front of her eyes was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The breeze lifts the white gauze curtains.

You can see the green grass outside.

The unpleasant smell of blood can no longer be smelled in the air.

On the contrary, there is the aroma of processed food, which keeps intruding into the breath.

This room is not big.

But the furniture and furnishings are quite exquisite.

A long dining table was placed not far away, and there was a cup of steaming milk on the table.

Nan Neighbor took Ying Qian's hand, walked to the table, picked up the milk, brought it to her hand, and said with a chuckle:

"Good morning, Yingqian."

This time, Yingqian came out of hell, struggled a lot, and returned to the human world.

She was tired and hungry.

But I really don’t want to drink milk.

She looked at her southern neighbor expressionlessly and asked through gritted teeth:

"I've worked very hard, can't I have a glass of cold beer?!"

The southern neighbor glanced at the clock in the corner.

"It's six o'clock in the morning."

"That night..."

"Drinking is harmful to health." Nan Neighbor half-forced himself to give Yingqian milk, then sat down and looked at her with his chin in his hand, "Qianqian, I don't want you to die just yet."

Why can this person talk about life and death as mediocrely as eating and drinking?

Yingqian considers himself to be top-notch in terms of his psychological quality.

But this world.

Really fucking curious.

What was most difficult for her to accept.

I can't even drink a glass of cold beer!

Yingqian looked at the milk cup expressionlessly.

I thought that rather than suffer this grievance, it would be better to just die.

But Nan Neighbor was looking at her with a smile.

That look.

It's like a child looking at his favorite toy.

Or maybe it’s a pet at home.

Anyway.

Not normal.

Yingqian snorted coldly.

He drank the milk in one gulp with great courage.
To be continued...