Survival In the Crypt Starting In Tokyo

"Are you... worrying about my safety?"

The sound of her real name sounded like a silver bell, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and she looked a little more delicate.

But Lin Anlan didn't change her face and her heart was not beating. This woman was not a pure little girl, but the embodiment of a very aggressive viral will.

This kind of delicacy is all an illusion. A large part of the power of the real name comes from the heartache of countless times infected by the virus.

Even if she may not be happy, the sorrowful memories of a lot of stuff will disregard her feelings, and forcefully inject into her body, become part of her body, as much as possible.

This guy is a natural actor. This is determined by her form of existence. In order to be able to cooperate with her better, she definitely doesn't mind saying a few more words to please others.

If you really listen to your heart, then you will lose.

His real name can hear Lin Anlan's heartfelt voice to a certain extent, smiling like a little fox:

"Hey, you, you are thinking about being cautious, but your eyes are not so honest."

"It is human nature to appreciate beautiful things. There are many things that can attract my attention, such as the cymbals outside the building, the moon tonight—"

He stretched out his finger and poked the trumpet's real name teasingly: "And you."