manynovel 第204章 号研究所23·1把鼻涕1把泪的讲7天7夜
第204章 号研究所23·1把鼻涕1把泪的讲7天7夜
But it would be better for He Feng to tell others about this.
Shen Zishu's expression suddenly became a little gloomy.
After all, he was the one who created the horror game, and the theory of parallel worlds was also one of his research directions.
He is the cause of everything.
It was also fortunate that Huyan Wanji didn't know what Shen Zishu was thinking, otherwise he would have been scolded for the few words that Shen Zishu was thinking about.
Moreover, Shen Zishu's words are very Versailles.
What does "parallel world is also one of his research directions" mean?
Is it great to have strong abilities?
The author choked up when he wrote this.
That's really quite something.
When Shen Zishu was unhappy, his peach blossom eyes, which only showed affection when he looked at He Feng, would dim.
He lowered his eyebrows, pursed his lips and said nothing, looking extremely pitiful.
He Feng squeezed Shen Zishu's hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
Shen Zishu shook his head and raised the corners of his lips: "Let's go back."
Although Shen Zishu was smiling, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked forced, vulnerable and gullible.
He Feng's anger rose immediately. He rolled up his non-existent sleeves, put his hands on his waist and said, "Is it because those people didn't catch up with me that I bullied you? Isn't it!"
Seeing Shen Zishu shaking his head again, He Feng turned around and walked out. He kicked the metal door open and blue-purple flames lingered around He Feng.
Somehow, He Feng took out Poxiao and broke the long sword into two. At this moment, an NPC happened to run over. He Feng rushed forward with the sword in hand without saying a word.
Shen Zishu behind him didn't know whether to chase him or not. He could only watch He Feng beat up the NPC with a helpless look on his face.
While beating the NPC, He Feng would also ask him if he was in the wrong. The NPC, who knew nothing, was crying and it was hard to tell what he had done wrong.
The players who had been chasing after the NPC were not in a hurry to see He Feng personally take the stage, and they watched the show happily.
Then, they watched He Feng put down his long knife and replace it with an electric saw.
He Feng has a good appearance to begin with, and her long hair makes her even more beautiful.
And now, the long-haired beauty holds a chainsaw, pulls the small chain, and the saw blade spins rapidly, and the fragile NPC is instantly shattered.
He laughed sneeringly and yelled at the NPCs for daring to bully his big treasure which he couldn't even carry on his shoulders or lift with his hands.
To be honest, if the players didn’t know that Shen Zishu’s fighting ability was also strong, they would have believed it.
Throughout the afternoon, all the NPCs, except the director, were cut up by He Feng with an electric saw.
Amidst the chaos, the roar of the chainsaw finally stopped. The long-haired young man's cheeks were stained with blood. He raised his head and laughed heartily towards the sky.
Shen Zishu didn't care at all. He moved closer and wiped the blood off He Feng's face, then bent down and kissed him.
"No one can bully you when I'm here." He Feng's eyes were bright, and he grinned foolishly, "I'll let you know that being the most powerful is never just talk."
"Of course." Shen Zishu also laughed. He lifted He Feng's chin and said, "My king has proved to me with his strength that he is extremely powerful."
He Feng hummed twice, satisfied.
Suddenly being fed a mouthful of dog food, the surrounding players smacked their lips and dispersed.
They all came over after hearing the noise, specifically to watch Boss He cutting vegetables. Several small BOSS-level NPCs died before they could even put up a fight, not to mention the lowest-level NPCs, who were basically dead as soon as they took a step to escape.
I originally admired how powerful Mr. He was, but I didn't expect that he would show off so much dog food in the end.
They were wondering why none of He's friends came over. It turned out they already knew the result.
Qian Youlin has something to say about this.
"I bet they will show off some dog food in the end." The leader of the list vowed: "Do you want to bet?"
Sheng Nancheng: ...
Haha, he doesn't even want to pay attention to this person.
From the moment Qian Youlin said the words "I bet", the ending was already determined. No matter why He Feng was chasing the NPC and slashing at him, he should get some dog food.
Although Qian Youlin's skills cannot affect He Feng, they can affect others.
They will find their own food!
Sheng Nancheng knew why, so he would not gamble with Qian Youlin, the Bug.
After all, he had tried to use himself to shake Qian Youlin's skills before.
So he bet with Qian Youlin whether he would be lucky in that copy.
So, the little crybaby whose luck value was only 6 encountered a BOSS covered with hair.
What his skills consume is just the hair on his body.
The luck value is 6, what does it mean?
Let us take a closer look at the first half of Crybaby’s life. He grew up in abuse, became sick after escaping, and got sick again and again. It was hard to find someone to donate money for his treatment, but he was directly pulled into the game.
It would have been bad enough that he was pulled into the game. Before entering the game, he fell down from five steps, brought a manhole cover into the game, and suffered a bloody head.
Sheng Nancheng never told anyone that the first dungeon he entered into the game was a vampire-themed one.
At that time, his head was bleeding, and the smell of blood attracted all the vampires.
Do you know how long it took him to escape?
Sheng Nancheng could not talk all night long with tears and snot.
Not to mention what happened after that. He had encountered all kinds of things. His luck value was 6, but this mere number brought him too many difficulties.
To the extent that, the person who was lucky enough to upgrade that copy could cry for seven days and seven nights.
It was also from that day that Sheng Nancheng made up his mind that he would never gamble with Brother Lin even if he died.
You can't win, even if you kill him.
Seeing that the crybaby didn't say anything, Qian Youlin curled his lips and looked at Lu Ming, but Lu Ming kept staring at Sheng Nancheng and didn't even look at him.
He was about to trick Xiao Mu again, but this guy seemed to know something and refused directly.
Qian Youlin sighed.
Alas, it turns out that having good luck also has its troubles.
Sheng Nancheng, who probably knew what Qian Youlin meant, secretly wiped away a bitter tear.
What’s so great about being lucky!
His ability value is 94! Very high! As long as the ability value is high! Luck is nothing!
Sheng Nancheng clenched his fist, feeling a surge of fighting spirit.
What he said was not without reason. His brother did not need luck because his ability was too high. He had to work hard to be the next one!
Huyan Wanji suddenly sneezed twice. When he was wondering why the data also sneezed, the data on the panel in front of him happened to be revealed.
All of the numbers were so outrageous that they couldn't be more outrageous. Huyan Wanji rubbed his nose, picked and chose among these numbers, and finally decided to take the risk. Anyway, his brother couldn't beat him, so he should be fine.
So, after the spirit value became -200, He Feng's luck value became -70.