Thriller Game: The Mad Beauty Who Has No Martial Morality

The giant insect seemed to be a little surprised by Xia Lingge's answer. He winked with the younger brothers around him, and those who understood it smiled mischievously.

The giant insect raised his hand and put it on Xia Lingge's shoulder pretending to be casual but accurate, and then groped down unintentionally to wrap his arms around her waist, "Where do you want to go?"

Xia Lingge suddenly grabbed his wrist and twisted it outwards. The sudden pain made the giant insect's face distort for a moment. He was about to curse, but he met Xia Lingge's indifferent to cold eyes, as if he was looking at something. It was like a dead thing. His voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't break through it no matter how much he breathed. He had missed the best opportunity to explode. By the time he came to his senses, Xia Lingge had already stood up, picked up the hat and mask that were placed on the sofa and put them on.

She turned her head and glanced at Sicheng, who was drunk and unconscious, but didn't say anything.

The sofa in the bar is as soft as fluffy and warm cotton, which relaxes one's body and nerves. Most drinkers usually just lie down and have a good sleep after getting drunk, but in this extremely comfortable state, Sicheng's struggle became more and more intense. The extremely high concentration of alcohol in his body made him sleepy and tired, but the girl in front of him turned around without hesitation, which made his fragile nerves burst out with strong warning and struggle.

He knew those people had ill intentions towards her, he knew it would be dangerous for her to leave alone, he knew... what she wanted to do.

He obviously knows everything, but why is he still lying here like a waste? He should help her, right...

He tried to stretch out his hand, but found that it was difficult to even lift his fingertips. The scene in front of him became increasingly blurry. His body was erratic and weak, as if he was no longer himself. It was just two sips of wine. It was obviously just two sips of wine...

How could he drink himself to nothing? How could he drink himself to nothing? Is he so useless?

'What a coward. '

That ethereal and mocking voice sounded from my ears again, but it was clearer and brighter than this time, as if it was coming from right next to my ears.

"Who... who are you?!" Si Cheng opened his mouth and murmured something. The loud music covered his voice. Si Cheng tiredly tried to open his eyes, but found that he could not fully open his eyelids no matter what. Yes, this was different from the previous drunken feeling. He could clearly feel that something heavy was suppressing his body and his nerves, leaving him in an extremely dangerous passive state.

'You are not qualified to know who I am. '

That voice still lingered around his ears, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Si Cheng felt that the voice contained hatred and gnashing of teeth.

'A loser like you is not worthy of staying with her. Without you, she might be able to complete all the games more easily. You can't help her. You can't help her. She is a useless waste except for holding her back. '

The sound was obviously calm but it sent chills all over Si Cheng's body. He curled up more and more and buried his head in his arms as if to avoid something. That sound was like a curse. The more he tried to escape, the more it got into his head. inside.

"It's all...because...I..."

'Yes, it's all because of you, so... you don't need to stay with her anymore. Leave it to me. I will take your place and protect her better. '

"Better...protection..."

Sicheng whispered his last voice, and his whole body suddenly went limp. The busy bar didn't pay attention to what happened in a remote corner, and no one saw the sudden flash of red light in his eyes that opened again.