ca-book Chapter 170 Death Game (9)
Chapter 170 Death Game (9)
Chapter 170 Death Game (9)
"What are you looking at?"
The black-clothed boy who suddenly rushed in put his head close to him. His brows and eyes were white and green, but he smiled brightly, and a cute little canine tooth appeared on the corner of his lips.
"My name is Yiyang, little sister, what's your name?"
The little girl was stunned by his jumpy character, she whispered, her voice was soft and soft: "...Gu Yiyi."
"Yiyi." Obviously he was still called Miss Sister before, but the boy changed his mind when he turned his head. He reached out and rubbed the little girl's head with his slender, fair and well-proportioned joints.
Looking at her blankly widened black eyes, the boy laughed even worse, messing her hair up, and the little girl puffed her face.
This dazed look suits him too much.
"Why are you so stupid."
It looks like it makes people want to bully a few times.
Gu Yiyi:! ! !
The dolls rushed forward suddenly, their red eyeliner became blurred, dizzy at the corners of their eyes, like birthmarks sticking to their faces, or blood and tears falling from candles.
"He's a rabbit!"
The puppet looked at Yiyang, and then at Gu Yiyi. The jet-black nails were studded with diamonds. They were manicures meticulously painted by the murderer.
"We are all rabbits!!"
"Let's go." The boy grabbed the little girl's wrist, took a few steps, and nimbly slipped out of the gap between the dolls.
Tossing the candle he picked up by chance, the boy in black has a beautiful right hand, the candlelight hits the back of his hand, thin and well-proportioned, white and slender.
"The fire can't burn them."
The little girl reminded.
The hands of the two of them were still clasped together, Gu Yiyi tried and wanted to withdraw them, but Yiyang's hands were too strong.
"I know," the boy turned his head, staring at her with those shiny black eyes, and suddenly asked, "Yiyi, can you draw?"
The little girl was stunned: "Yes."
She would indeed, in her previous life, she was a painting genius, ink painting, oil painting, sketching... She also learned a little bit along with it, but it was a pity that after drawing Mu Chen, she had no intention of painting after that.
"Go and draw a door on the wall." The boy bent his lips, revealing a small canine: "Anything is fine."
When the puppets heard this sentence, they looked like cats that had stepped on their tails, but this time they didn't jump up, they just stared at the two of them.
Slowly, he grinned.
Two blood holes reappeared on the cheeks, and the corners of the dolls' mouths burst open, joining together with the wound on their cheeks to form a bloody mouth.
The chin rested on the chest, the clothes returned to pure black, the puppet giggled, clapped its hands and sang:
"A living person is made into a doll, smiling and looking at him in front of him."
"One minute is up."
The mechanical sound of the system rang in my ears.
The doll's death interval is... 5 minutes.
The boy's voice was unhurried, protecting her behind him.
"Remember to draw the door bigger, otherwise the two of us won't be able to get out."
The little girl was startled, "But the pen still has paint..."
"Use blood," Yiyang's voice was cruel, and he raised his brows at the little girl, "Honey, you still want to use normal paint after you've come here, how naive."
He broke the red wax off the candlestick, and there was a spike on the tray of the candlestick.
That is used to hold candles.
Without blinking, the young man put his palm on the spike and pressed down, blood gushing out.
The silver tray was huge and deep, not aesthetically pleasing at all, and even a bit abrupt.
The little girl thought it was used to prevent the candle oil from gradually filling up. After all, the candle would never be extinguished. Only now did she realize that it was used to hold blood.
There is no blood in the puppet's body, so if you want to use it, you can only use your own.
The last world sent knives, this world sprinkled sugar
(End of this chapter)