Chapter 72 Doomsday Paradise (10) Kiss·Induction
She saw a Sleeping Beauty, breathtakingly beautiful.
Her black hair is as black and soft as feathers, her skin is a bit whiter than the cleanest handful of snow on the top of a mountain, and her red lips are as gorgeous as if they were painted with blood.
However, unlike in fairy tales, this Sleeping Beauty is a man.
The superior three-dimensional bone structure, the clear and cold outline, and the clear and raised Adam's apple all highlight the fact that he is a man.
Moreover, his appearance was very familiar to her.
The same peach blossom eyes, high nose, deep eyes, and thin lips.
If he put paint on his face and dyed his black hair, he would look like a crazy clown.
It's just that he is asleep. Compared with the clown, his temperament is soft and gentle, like a harmless sheep.
As for what it will be like to wake up, that is unknown.
Yan Jinyue was not surprised. She had already experienced two copies, and she was already used to splitting up with her boyfriend.
She just hopes that this clone will not be like a clown, crazy and loves to bully her.
It was so quiet all around that you could hear a pin drop.
Yan Jinyue grabbed his hand and shook it hard, trying to wake him up, but the sleeping beauty didn't move at all, still immersed in sleep.
She poked his face with her finger and remained motionless, showing no intention of waking up.
She was discouraged and wanted to lie down next to him to rest, but before she could get close, the breath as clean as white snow lingered in her nose.
In contrast, she suddenly felt wet and smelly, and she quickly got up.
She touched her chin and thought for a moment, then found the cloakroom by familiar means, picked out a men's black silk nightgown from a pile of exquisite dresses, and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower, she felt several times more comfortable. She wiped her hair with a dry towel and walked towards the big bed.
The nightgown was a bit big for her, and it was loose at the neckline and waist, exposing a large area of snow-white skin. Under the light, it looks as smooth as pearls, creating a perfect visual conflict with the black color of the bathrobe.
In an unknown place, the scarlet leaves of the vine swayed.
It was clean. This time, Yan Jinyue lay calmly next to Sleeping Beauty, looking at the ceiling, his eyes gradually becoming distracted.
At the end of the day, it was either this ghost or that monster, which consumed a lot of energy and energy. She just wanted to have a good sleep now.
The clear and pleasant smell beside her made her feel at ease. Her tense nerves gradually relaxed, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Just before she fell into a deep sleep, she felt her body rising into the air in a daze. When she suddenly opened her eyes, she found that she was suspended in mid-air by vines, with a large round bed underneath.
Come again?
Shaking in the air, most of her sleepiness was gone. She opened her eyes wide to look for the clown, but she didn't find it.
Could it be this sleeping beauty underneath?
As soon as this thought came to mind, the vine lowered her down, slowly and not very quickly, as if to precisely control the angle. She was placed on the man's body, and by chance, her lips were right on his lips.
Cold and soft, this was her first feeling, and her brain was a little down.
The man's crow-green long eyelashes trembled and slowly opened, revealing his dark pupils.
The sleeping beauty in the fairy tale is awakened by the prince's true love's kiss. Unexpectedly, there is a personality version here, which Yan Jinyue finds quite novel.
She held the bed with her hands and tried to get up from him, but an arm was wrapped around her waist. She was in a trance, turned up and down, and she was already pressed underneath.
The man was leaning on her, his lips curved, and his black eyes staring straight at her.
"You——"
She swallowed and wanted to say something, but her cold and soft lips swallowed the next words.
This was a lingering and pathos kiss, like spring breeze and warm water, swallowing her up slowly and gently, making her just want to be immersed in it and entangled with it endlessly.
But at this moment, on the shore, there was a completely different scene.
Under the huge Ferris wheel, all kinds of weird ghosts gathered together, densely packed, some showing jagged teeth, some with ferocious and twisted faces, and some drooling, all of them ugly in their own way.
The man dressed as a clown was clustered in the middle, sitting on a chair, playing with a dagger in his slender hands, his long legs crossed casually, and his posture was lazy and noble.
He smiled and looked at the four people opposite.
Each of them wears similar combat uniforms, but the demeanor they had just entered the dungeon has been worn away by nearly ten days of ghost attacks. Although one or two of them look fine on the outside, in fact their vitality has been severely damaged.
"The game has just begun. Why does it seem that you are not very good at it?"
He put his chin on his hand and asked with a smile.
The player glared at him fiercely, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. Although he didn't speak, he had scolded him millions of times in his heart.
These ghosts and monsters are chasing after each other endlessly, without stopping for a moment. After killing one wave, a new wave will come, and there is a steady stream of replenishment. Even if there are top S-level players here, they will not be able to withstand this kind of sea-killing tactics. Seeing their eyes filled with hatred like trapped animals, the clown laughed even more crazily.
But when he had laughed enough, he stopped and continued: "Games have to be evenly matched to be fun. You are too weak and die too easily, so I can't find any fun."
"Let's do this."
He was like a child who discovered something new, and said excitedly: "I won't let them chase you. How about you fight on your own?"
His voice was faint, like the whisper of Satan: "Whoever kills more people, I will let him walk out of here alive at the end, how about that?"
After saying that, he opened and clenched his hands. In an instant, many ghosts and monsters behind him exploded. Their flesh and blood bloomed like fireworks and shot out in all directions. The blood in the thick fog became thicker.
The man stood in a pool of blood, but he was still clean and free of any dirt.
There are still a few left behind him, all of which are the strongest S-class.
The players looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Being able to easily destroy so many A-level and B-level ghosts and control S-level monsters, this clown must be far above S-level.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
S level or above, what kind of strength is that?
They couldn't even think about it.
The clown was still smiling, with the corners of his bright red lips curled up, "How about it, little ants, what do you think?"
The players looked at him warily and said nothing.
"Oops..." The clown was very regretful, "Since you don't cherish the opportunity given, then you have no choice but to continue the game."
After he finished speaking, the remaining S-class ghosts behind him quickly rushed towards the four players.
They all took out their weapons. If they could run, they would speed up. If they couldn't, they would fight to the death.
The clown sat there and enjoyed the show.
Behind the clown, behind the Ferris wheel, there were two eyes staring at him. It was Qi Yunxiao and Fu Suizhou who came out of the water.
The two looked at each other.
"Come on now?"
"Yeah."
The two took a deep breath, aimed at the opportunity, attacked from both sides, and attacked together.
But when the blade was about to hit the clown, an invisible huge force bounced the two of them away, and they both fell to the ground.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
The clown sneered softly and walked towards them. A knife appeared in each hand, "Who was I then? It turned out to be you two nasty little ants."
He smiled cruelly, aiming at one point at each point of the knife, "Since you want to die so much, I will be satisfied-"
His voice stopped abruptly.
Seeing that there was no movement, Qi Yunxiao looked over suspiciously.
The clown looked dazed and didn't even notice that the knife in his hand had fallen. He touched his lips blankly.
After a while, he closed his eyes suddenly, as if suppressing something, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
"I'll let you go today."
After he said these words, his figure disappeared directly from their eyes. Not only that, even the ghosts and monsters fighting other players also disappeared without a trace.
The chaotic fighting suddenly stopped, and the space became extremely silent for a moment.
"Why did he let us go?" Fu Suizhou asked in confusion.
"Maybe..." Qi Yunxiao said, "Keep it to continue teasing?"
And only the clown knows the truth.
He returned to the room and rubbed his lips vigorously.
But broken images were still sent to his mind, and the soft touch stuck between his lips and teeth like maltose.
So sweet.
So soft.
He felt like he was going to explode.
It's so cool to write...
(End of chapter)