Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 226 Player Island: I owe you so much so early

"Look at the camera, look at the camera quickly." There was some dissatisfaction in He Feng's voice. After several useless reminders, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Wang Wang on the back of his head: "Can you look at the camera? I'm asking you if you can look at it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wang Wang responded repeatedly with a bitter face, but looking at the dark camera, Wang Wang's eyes subconsciously began to wander. As the shutter sound rang out, on the photos that the camera spit out, Wang Wang was the only one who didn't look at the camera.

He Feng: ...

The twenty-eighth time.

It’s not the eighth time, nor the eighteenth time, it’s the twenty-eighth time!

He Feng really wanted to ask, he didn't even look at the camera in these twenty-eight photos. What's the value of this?

But looking at Wang Wang's aggrieved look, He Feng sighed.

These twenty-eight mistakes were not just made by Wang Wang alone. Others made them as well, but Wang Wang made the most.

It seems that this approach doesn't work.

He Feng thought for a few seconds and then lifted the hem of her skirt and tore it hard. The length that was originally above the knee was shortened in a second.

He raised his right foot and placed it on the coffee table, then leaned forward and looked towards the camera with a swaggering look.

"Those rules and regulations are really not suitable for us." He Feng curled his lips and chuckled, "Why not let go and do it? Since you don't like being bound, then tear it apart."

Shu Yao nodded vigorously in agreement, and the "Black Widow" was activated, and the loli turned into a King Kong Barbie in a second.

She laughed and laughed and looked like she had been wanting to do this for a long time.

Wangwang seemed to have found a companion and came over happily. The two Barbie dolls stood together admiring each other's muscles.

Qian Youlin was wearing a pair of small leather shoes with quite high heels. His feet were hurting from wearing them. After he was no longer required to stand in line, Qian Youlin was not polite to Qi Guanju at all and directly asked for a princess hug.

Sheng Nancheng watched for a while, and before he could say anything, he was picked up by Lu Ming.

It was rare for that bitter face to be filled with a smile. Sheng Nancheng shook his head and took the initiative to hug Lu Ming's neck.

The others quickly found poses that suited them for taking photos. He Feng put his hands on his hips and laughed, looking very proud.

Shen Zishu was now behind He Feng. He put his arm around He Feng's waist, and his eyes became gentle as he looked at the young man's happy expression.

"Alright, alright!" Xiao Mu adjusted the camera lens while holding the hem of his skirt. He pulled off the headband on his head and put on the cat ears thrown by Qian Youlin. "Yes! That's it! Very good!"

The camera was set to 5 seconds time-lapse photography again, taking five photos at a time. Xiao Mu ran towards the crowd with his skirt lifted up, but he sprained his heels because of his high leather shoes. Everyone reached out to him in surprise.

The shutter was pressed, and this funny scene was recorded. In the second and third photos, Xiao Mu was helped up and he quickly blended into the crowd.

In the fourth photo, everyone looks towards the camera.

In the fifth photo, everyone laughed, their mouths wide open, revealing their big teeth.

"Perfect." He Feng looked at the photo that the camera spit out and praised: "Very good!"

There are many more photos next to the photo with the group photo of all the members.

There are scenery photographed by He Feng, group photos of him, Wang Wang, Gu Yuanze, Qin Tian, ​​and Zhou Ningning in the Dawn Village, and many, many recorded moments.

New photos were put up, and the appearance of all the members wearing women's clothing was very eye-catching.

All photos have one characteristic: wherever your eyes go, your heart is there.

Shen Zishu would look at He Feng in different photos, Qi Guanju and Lu Ming were also looking at Qian Youlin and Sheng Nancheng.

In some photos, some people noticed this phenomenon and pointed at it with disgust.

They are all very happy.

After playing, everyone said hello and went back to their rooms to rest.

Because of Fu Shi’s help in the previous copy, the small stone-like thing could be further improved.

After He Feng came back from taking a shower, he saw Shen Zishu carefully handling every detail of the circuit under the desk lamp.

He shook the half-wet towel in his hand and was about to wipe it again when he was discovered by Shen Zishu, who took him to the bedside to blow-dry his hair.

The hair dryer was buzzing, and He Feng rested his chin on Shen Zishu's chest. The other person had a gentle look and a serious expression. His slender fingers shuttled through his hair, fiddling with the wet hair.

"The next instance must have a semicolon machine, right?" He Feng suddenly asked, "The previous instance had a semicolon machine, but the other instance didn't. Was it because the horror game system blocked it?"

"Yes." Shen Zishu responded, "I modified the program a bit. The copy we locate will definitely have a semicolon machine. The horror game system can no longer stop us."

He Feng closed his eyes and buried his head in Shen Zishu's abdomen.

Machine No. 1 is a broadcasting machine and will not exist in the copy, so the remaining ones are Machine No. 2, Machine No. 3, Machine No. 5 and Machine No. 10.

Four more copies are needed to put an end to this terrible situation.

"I can't wait any longer." He Feng chuckled. He nudged Shen Zishu and said, "The rooftop of the hospital is a great place to watch the sunrise. Let them sleep on the street. Let's go watch the sunrise. How about that?"

"Okay." Shen Zishu held He Feng's chin and asked him to look up. He slowly leaned closer and kissed He Feng on the lips: "Let's watch that dawn together."

Huyan Wanji and his companions kept shouting and roaring. They formed a row and drove a train, strolling around and having a lot of fun.

Si Shanyue didn't know what he said to get beaten, so he was pinned down and beaten by several people. He shouted that it was unfair, but his mouth was blocked.

The sky at night on Player Island No. 10 was very beautiful. Sheng Nancheng climbed up to the roof from the small ladder on the top floor. He sat on the roof, looking at the sky above his head in silence.

Lu Ming, who realized that the person was missing, came over with his coat and watched the night sky with the little crybaby.

"I really want to tie him up." Sheng Nancheng said softly, leaning on Lu Ming, "But Brother Shi is a stubborn donkey, the kind that even eight horses can't pull back."

Lu Ming silently held the hand that Sheng Nancheng extended, and made the “eight” sign in his palm: “There are many things you can’t change, not to mention that the other party has already made up his mind.”

"So it's okay." Sheng Nancheng held Lu Ming's hand and said, "I've made up my mind. If he refuses to change his ways, I will tie him up and force him to change his ways. I must get Brother Shi back, and you have to accompany me."

"Okay." Lu Ming agreed: "I'll go with you."

Fu Shi frowned in his sleep. He smacked his lips, turned over, and sank into the soft pillow again, sleeping soundly.

At 7:30 in the morning on Player Island, He Feng was woken up by his biological clock on time. He muttered something, turned over and buried himself in Shen Zishu's arms, and then fell into a deep sleep.

After his memory was completely restored, He Feng no longer needed to go to bed and wake up on time, so He Feng learned to stay in bed without any instruction.

Shen Zishu, who had woken up a long time ago, rubbed He Feng's waist to wake him up completely. He kissed He Feng's cheek and got up to wash up first.

"Sleeping in is such a wonderful thing, why doesn't my boyfriend join me?" He Feng said with dissatisfaction. He closed his eyes, got up from the bed and stretched lazily: "I must live a life of sleeping in with my boyfriend."

"Brother Shen doesn't sleep in because he can't sleep." Si Shanyue said happily while braiding Jiang Chong's pigtails, "After all, Brother Shen is no longer a human being, so he doesn't need to sleep."

Jiang Chong prayed for Si Shanyue in his heart, silently pulled his hair back, and ran away.

Si Shanyue was a little puzzled, not knowing what he had done. He scratched his head, and when he was about to mess up his hair, he suddenly felt a little sense of crisis.

Si Shanyue became even more puzzled. He looked left and right but could not figure out anything. Just as he was confused, He Feng spoke.

"I think you want to die again." He Feng said with a smile: "In the future, I will revive Jiang Jiang but not you, or revive you but not Jiang Jiang. Haha, this will be great."

Si Shanyue: "No! Brother He! I was wrong! I have a bad mouth! I'll give you a beating! Don't do this to me! No!"

Hu Yanwanji, who was standing by, dubbed at the right time: "Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling~"

"That's too mean." Zhang Yu commented, but gave He Feng two thumbs up: "Well done!"

Only the world in which Si Shanyue was hurt was achieved.

Perhaps it was because He Feng’s lifestyle was too healthy that other people also started to go to bed early and get up early.

At 7:57 in the morning on Player Island, the boys' group yawned as they went downstairs and had the breakfast made by Shen Zishu.

Following closely were the ladies' group and Xiao Mu. They just happened to meet in the corridor, chatted and laughed, and came down together to join the battlefield.

Sheng Nancheng and Lu Ming got up late. Seeing the little crybaby rubbing his eyes and his waist, He Feng, who was drinking soy milk, almost spit it out.

No, what's wrong with his cabbage!

Lu Ming felt He Feng's sharp gaze and quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"Good morning, brother." Sheng Nancheng yawned and began to complain about the unreasonable design: "Brother, can we modify the small ladder to the roof? I stepped on empty air and fell down. Look! There's a big bruise on my lower back!"

As Sheng Nancheng said this, he started to lift up his clothes. He Feng, who was still doubtful, was instantly relieved.

After all, there was a large purple bruise on the little crybaby's lower back, and he was sure that Bitter Face was reluctant to do so, so it seemed to be true.

"As expected, the luck value is 6." He Feng laughed: "It was so thin that it missed the step."

Sheng Nancheng: ...

"What are you talking about with a -70?" The little crybaby chose the ginseng rooster and ignored his brother's beloved iron fist: "I used to have only 6 more than you! Now I have 76 more! What does this mean!"

He Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Don't bring up something that is not relevant."

The little crybaby who didn't sense the danger continued to speak: "What are you talking about? -200 spirit value? Isn't this even more unacceptable?"

"Do you know what the iron fist of love is?" He Feng smiled: "Come here, brother will show you a good look!"

Oh hoo.

Sheng Nancheng exclaimed softly and ran away.

But because he twisted his waist and moved slowly, he was arrested after running only two steps and was hit by two iron fists of love.

So when Qian Youlin went downstairs after sleeping until 10:30, all he saw was a crying baby sitting in the corner, whimpering in grievance.

This scene was somewhat similar. Qian Youlin laughed and directly repeated what Sheng Nancheng had said to him last time: "Oh, you're yawning so early, hehe, you're getting beaten."

The little crybaby sniffed his nose and said, "God will punish anyone who has any reason to be wrong."

Qian Youlin smiled and walked over to pull Sheng Nancheng up: "Tell Brother Lin how you can get beaten."

“He rushed over shouting ‘Iron Fist of Love’ and ‘Let me have a good look’.” The little crybaby hugged Qian Youlin: “Wow! He punched me on the head three times! It hurts so much! Since my life is connected with Bitter Melon Face, when brother knew he couldn’t kill me, he decided to kill me!”

"I know! Loosen up! Loosen up!" Qian Youlin, whose waist was hit by the hug, grimaced: "My waist!"

Sheng Nancheng obeyed and let go. He scratched his head in confusion: "Brother Lin, why does your waist hurt? Did you hit your waist too?"

Qian Youlin: …

"Dismiss!" The first brother on the list ran away: "Come, Qi Guanju, let's talk."

The villa was bustling with activity early in the morning. Qian Youlin grabbed Qi Guanju's ear and told him what "stop" meant. The little crybaby got the favor by playing the victim. Another brave man stayed by Lu Ming's side. The men's group was discussing math problems for some reason. The women's group sat together drinking tea. Xia Ren and Wei Huai were responsible for pouring the tea. The two looked at each other, feeling sorry for each other and wanting to cry.

He Feng was lying on Shen Zishu's legs. He held Shen Zishu's fingers and discussed with Xiao Mu what to eat for lunch.

"If you ask me, it has to be a hotpot." Xiao Mu slurped his saliva: "Life would be missing a lot of fun if we don't eat hotpot."

"You haven't finished eating yet?" He Feng said disdainfully: "Who ate the stew in the dungeon? Huyan Wanji?"

Huyan Wanji: "What does it have to do with me?"

"What a hotchpotch!" Xiao Mu pounded the table: "What a hotchpotch!"

"It can't be stewed at all." He Feng stretched out a finger and shook it left and right, "How about voting?"

"Okay." Xiao Mu agreed and began to call out to others: "Come on! Vote for what to eat for lunch!"

So, in addition to the hotpot, rice noodles, stir-fried dishes, and hot pot were added, and everyone raised their hands to vote for what they wanted to eat.

In the end, hotpot won with one vote. He Feng smiled and asked people to prepare the dishes.

It was still the same double-pot, bone soup and spicy hotpot, but there were more and more people in the family-annihilation organization, so two pots were needed.

Everyone was talking and laughing, and drinking together.

"Let's drink together after this is over." Qian Youlin looked at the juice in the glass and smacked his lips: "Then we can drink the wine we buried."

"Okay." He Feng agreed: "Your brother-in-law and I will take a nap and then leave, what about you?"

“Then let’s go.” Sheng Nancheng shook his head: “I hope we can be in the same instance together next time.”

"It would be fine if you didn't say it, but once you said it, I felt like there was no hope." Wang Wang commented truthfully: "Crybaby, you need to know your luck."

Sheng Nancheng, whose luck value was extremely low, didn't want to talk. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, it would be -70, and then he would be beaten by He Feng again.

After lunch, the aftermath was left to Duan Qiuran and his team to clean up. The players who were able to participate in the dungeon went to sleep, replenished their energy, and prepared to enter the dungeon in the afternoon.

The dishwasher was running as usual. Xiao Mu leaned on the sofa and looked at the group photo with a faint smile.

There will be a chance.

He can see the Holy Mountain and they will have a photo together.