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Chapter 519: Four Games of Cruise Ship Hunting (4)

pain.

It's heart-wrenching and bone-chilling.

It's like a knife is rising and falling on the soul bit by bit.

thump!

Song Yuesheng didn't find the right direction and wanted to fall on the bed, but he tripped and fell to the ground.

She bit her lower lip and clutched her clothes over her heart.

I wish I could curl myself up into a ball.

The blue sparrow was running around in a panic in the sea of ​​stars.

When did Sister Yue kill the male lead?

You've been hiding, haven't you?

Originally I thought it was a good start that this world was not restricted by the original owner's weaknesses, but I didn't expect that Sister Yue would be judged by the system as "killing the male protagonist" for no reason.

It clasped its hands together and knelt down in the direction of the headquarters.

Boss from headquarters, please protect Sister Yue and prevent her from experiencing such punishment again.

It hurts to look at it.

Even if there is punishment, it must be made clear.

Not only was Sister Yue dissatisfied with such an unclear judgment, she also couldn't stand it.

The blue sparrow looked furtively at the big screen.

Sister Yue had her eyes closed and didn't move, as if she had fainted.

It quickly changed the content on the big screen.

Out of sight, out of mind.

This is the universal medicine for mankind.

Eighth floor, Western restaurant.

As the sun was about to set, Yang Qingqing asked everyone in the group where they were.

People in the group responded to the message one after another.

Only Song Yuesheng.

There has been no reply since the game started.

Yang Qingqing was worried that something had happened, but she couldn't get through on the phone and her private messages went unanswered.

She was about to look for someone, but Lin Zhou grabbed her wrist.

Yang Qingqing tried to break free but couldn't.

She was a little annoyed and her words were not taken seriously.

"Now is not the time to hesitate. Da Wan'er has lost contact. I have to go find her as soon as possible!"

Lin Zhou didn't care and patiently advised: "You are too nervous. Qingqing, how can you be sure that Miss Song is out of contact and not fighting with the succubus? Your frequent calls to her may cause her to make mistakes and get hurt."

Yang Qingqing's pupils trembled, and she hesitated: "But..."

Seeing that she was moved, Lin Zhou continued to persuade her: "You said that Miss Song is very powerful, she will be fine. The game has already begun, let's go find your sister and the others. Their abilities are inferior to yours."

Yang Qingqing was convinced and quickly pulled Lin Zhou out of the western restaurant.

Because they were in a hurry to meet up, the two almost bumped into someone as they walked out of the western restaurant.

Yang Qingqing said "sorry" and hurried to the elevator.

Butler Sun checked the computer, found no problem, and shook his head and sighed.

Young people nowadays are really impatient.

But better than his young master.

A succubus can survive without food desires, but it cannot be completely free of desires.

He didn't know how to explain to the master and mistress when he returned.

It is said that the O'Neali cruise ship is full of beauties, but the young master often stays in the ice cream bar, where can he see the beauties?

If he asks someone to come here, the young master will definitely find out what's going on.

How can you use the beauty trap that the master and the mistress talked about if you can't even see the person?

Ugh.

Butler Sun adjusted his state and walked into the ice cream bar with a smile on his face.

He placed the laptop on the table and reported respectfully: "Master, all the information you requested is here. As you guessed, those two women are also demon hunters. They are both from the Liu branch."

He Xiubai glanced at the screen.

"Old Sun, have you ever encountered a situation where a demon hunter could not be killed by your magic?"

High-level succubi not only know basic spells, but can also develop their own unique spells.

It is basically difficult to break the spell except for the person who casts it.

Unless the opponent's ability is superior to that of the caster.

Butler Sun asked this question.

However, he heard He Xiubai laugh contemptuously.

"She is just a girl. Her abilities are not as good as those of her peers. How can she be better than me? Even if I give her three hundred years, she won't be able to do it."

Butler Sun heard it and got angry.

He fell into deep thought, wondering if there was such a powerful demon hunter on the cruise ship.

If not, then...

He Xiubai glanced at Butler Sun and said, "Old Sun, if I find out that you know about this but don't report it, you know the consequences."

Steward Sun pursed his lips and said tentatively: "In addition to the difference in ability, there is another possibility, which is... the caster does not want the other person's life, so..."

"absurd!"

He Xiubai interrupted Butler Sun.

He said gloomily, "All the dreams I set up are sure to kill. It's her problem. There's something wrong with her soul, and there's something wrong with the red umbrella. If she can't die in the dream, then I'll kill her here."

Butler Sun was shocked.

The demon hunter the young master was talking about was the owner of room 1011 whom he was asked to visit last night.

"Go find as many people as possible and kill her tonight."

Butler Sun nodded in agreement and immediately went out to find someone to carry out the task.

As the steward of the He family, he was highly capable and quickly gathered more than a dozen killers from the He family on the cruise ship.

Ever since.

The number of killers looking for Song Yuesheng increased to two groups.

The two sides searched around the cruise ship without disturbing each other until several of them met outside room 1011.

There was no need for disguise at night, so both parties recognized each other's identities.

After testing each other, the two parties reached a common goal - kill first, and then discuss who should own the body.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open mercilessly.

Dali's voice made Song Yuesheng open his eyes instantly.

someone.

She hurriedly sat up from the ground, waved her hand, and fled from there holding the Soul-Breaking Umbrella tightly.

The killer who rushed to the bedroom only saw a red shadow disappear.

They thought it was an eye disease.

Eighteenth floor, outdoor swimming pool.

Song Yuesheng sat on the shore, rubbing his head tiredly.

It's not hard to guess who wanted to kill her.

——Succubus.

What is hard to guess is the power it belongs to.

There is also the Soul-Crushing Umbrella.

Song Yuesheng gently stroked the umbrella.

She didn't want to kill Yan Li, but this umbrella could fight Yan Li equally and make his face pale.

The original owner's ability was not strong.

I clearly felt my soul being pulled out, but it soon returned to normal.

The same thing happened the last time I met Ruan Jing.

The dizzy feeling dissipated after hearing the drum beats.

How could the original owner, a cannon fodder who died early, have such an opportunity?

Unless this world is where the heroine is reborn or travels through time to another world, the original owner is the original heroine.

From another perspective, her mission was to return the heroine's halo to the original owner, which is why this inexplicable phenomenon occurred.

The system did not determine.

Ok.

Song Yuesheng stood up and stretched his arms.

She was thinking too much.

"My dear, we two really have a tacit understanding."

Song Yuesheng shuddered in discomfort.

There are thousands of ways to strike up a conversation, but Ruan Jing uses this weird voice.

Sudden.

She felt someone grabbing her feet and was about to kick them away, but was suddenly pulled into the swimming pool, causing her to choke on the water.

Song Yuesheng raised her head from the swimming pool, water dripping on her hair, and glared at the man who was watching the show with annoyance.

"Ruan Jing."

Ruan Jing wiped the water off her face and said with a smile, "I missed you so much that I couldn't control myself for a moment."

Song Yuesheng curled her lips and pinched his face.

"Miss me, don't come to see me for a day."

"Ruan Jing..." Song Yuesheng's fingertips moved down to his chest, "You miss him so much."

Without the obstruction of clothes, the girl's fingertips were slightly cold.

There was heat coming from where our skin touched.

Being impartial is the heart.

Ruan Jing opened his lips slightly: "What do you want from me?"