Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 517: 4 Games of Cruise Ship Hunting (15)

The name of the play in the theater today is terrifying: "Dead Souls in the Deep Sea".

Song Yuesheng watched for a while before realizing it was a romance drama.

Quite hypnotic though.

Soon he fell asleep.

In her dream, she used the Soul-Breaking Umbrella to kill demon after demon. There were so many that she became a little annoyed and wanted to wake up from the dream quickly.

until--

"Sister, don't even think about running away. Anyone chosen by the tyrant will die."

Song Yuesheng turned around and saw a gorgeously dressed girl with her arm around her shoulders.

There are a few other girls.

They were kept in a cage on a wagon and walked through the woods.

Song Yuesheng laughed out of anger.

She hadn't seen this thing in a long time.

He waved his hand and was about to use the Soul-Breaking Umbrella to smash it, but suddenly he was stunned.

What is the Soul Crushing Umbrella?

Song Yuesheng tapped his head in thought.

At this moment, several arrows shot over and killed several escorts.

Leading the group was a masked man.

Long hair flying.

Dressed in gorgeous white clothing.

"Sister, kneel down quickly, he...he is...the tyrant..."

The girl tugged at Song Yuesheng's clothes and her voice became lower and lower.

Song Yuesheng didn't move.

Subconsciously, she felt that she shouldn't kneel.

The tyrant just glanced at them and ordered in a cold voice: "Take them all back to the palace."

Song Yuesheng just stayed there.

Western-style palace.

There were guards patrolling everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, two years have passed.

The tyrant never summoned her, and she lived a very leisurely life.

But Song Yuesheng always felt strange.

She has been in this world for so long, but she has never been able to contact the Sparrow Spirit.

If you don’t know the plot, you can’t perform the mission.

And whenever she walked to the gate of the palace, she would be caught by the palace guards.

this day.

There was a rumor in the palace that the monarch was injured in the battle.

Song Yuesheng didn't quite believe it.

She couldn't get out, but she hadn't heard of any war going on anywhere.

With a skeptical attitude, Song Yuesheng went to the monarch's room without permission.

Very strange.

All the palace guards are away.

The journey was smooth.

Pushing open the door, the tyrant sat weakly on the bed.

He looked pale and didn't look like he would live long.

He covered his mouth and coughed several times, looking at her with eyes full of resentment: "What are you doing here?"

"To take care of you. Today I discovered that the injured king is handsome in a different way."

Song Yuesheng was stunned.

She seemed to have said something similar.

"Then bring the medicine."

Song Yuesheng came to his senses and handed him the bowl of medicine.

Eh?

If you look closely, this tyrant looks familiar.

If her current situation had anything to do with him...

After pondering for a moment, Song Yuesheng suddenly stepped forward and sat astride the tyrant.

The medicine bowl fell to the ground with a bang.

"you……"

Song Yuesheng put her finger on his lips.

"Sharing your pain with others will help you recover sooner. Your Majesty, as a concubine in the harem, there is only one way to share your worries the fastest..."

Wherever the fingertips touched, there was a slight tremor, and the man's expression was filled with disgust.

If it wasn't for the purpose of repairing the broken pieces she had destroyed, there was no way he could have resisted.

Song Yuesheng took in his entire expression.

Her hand gradually moved down, stroking his delicate jawline and landing on his Adam's apple.

"Well……"

Song Yuesheng chuckled, leaned over and bit his earlobe.

"Can you take me out of the palace next time? I'm pretty good at fighting and can protect you."

"Who taught you this?"

The tyrant suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him, and the expression on his face finally looked like that of a normal person.

Song Yuesheng's eyes were filled with smiles: "I am happy to see the king's appearance. If I want to accompany him day and night, do I need others to teach me?"

"Oh, I'm tempted by your beauty."

"Of course."

Song Yuesheng nodded, and took advantage of the moment he was stunned to kiss him on the lips.

Lingering.

Muffled sounds continued to escape from his throat.

The emotional expression is obvious.

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes slightly, touched his devil horns that suddenly appeared, and chuckled: "Your Majesty, so you are a devil."

Hearing this, she was suddenly grabbed by the arm and thrown out by him.

Then, the floor beneath my feet broke.

She woke up.

The actors on the stage were performing the parting scene, and the moved audience was sobbing quietly.

Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes.

If the first time I escaped from the dream was because I fell out of bed, what about this time?

suddenly.

A light shone into the theater.

She turned her head and saw a figure slipping out of the door.

Song Yuesheng pinched his brows.

He Xiubai's ability is more powerful than she imagined.

When I was fighting the devil, I was aware that I was dreaming. But afterwards, I couldn’t even remember that I was in a dream and lived in a dream for two years in a daze.

Trouble.

She watched the second half of "The Deep Sea Ghost" absent-mindedly.

When the show ended, I was still thinking about how to decipher the dream.

The answer is: None.

As long as you don't realize that you are in a dream, any method will be futile.

The key is that this premise is difficult to achieve.

It is even more impossible for her to stay awake all day.

Song Yuesheng felt annoyed and planned to go to the deck to get some fresh air. However, soon after she arrived on the deck, she was surrounded by many girls and asked if she was the one who took the photo of Ruan Jing.

The photos they took were the ones she took yesterday.

The photo that appears most frequently is the one in which Ruan Jing suddenly looks up for some reason.

Their original words were, “Who doesn’t love a broken and confused puppy?”

pity.

Ruan Jing's personality is completely different from what is shown in this photo.

Even if he shows it in front of the public, it is just for the sake of his "game" and the "personality" he has to perform.

"Ms. Song, the weather forecast says it will be foggy tomorrow. Do you want to take another shot of Ruan Jing? I can be your partner and help you get the equipment and stuff."

"Don't give me that. Don't think I don't know what you're going to do. I'll be your partner!"

"You guys are not studying photography, what are you arguing about?"

……

Song Yuesheng cleared his throat to interrupt the arguing people.

She smiled and said politely: "I have only cooperated with Ruan Jing once. You can ask other photographers on the cruise ship."

After hearing these words, everyone started to leave one after another.

Song Yuesheng's mouth curled up slightly.

If Ruan Jing hadn't posted the photos on the social platform, she would have invited him to take photos again tonight.

But her plan of "using pictures to convey her feelings" has been completed, and she will not take the initiative to take pictures of Ruan Jing.

What she wanted was for him to come to her.

The ones who are in a difficult situation are the siblings Lin Zhou and Lin Wu.

Originally, he wanted to cure tea with tea and expose Lin Wu's tricks in the theater, but Yang Qingqing and Lin Zhou got together and no one wanted to go to the theater.

Song Yuesheng noticed the man communicating with someone in the distance. She took off the hairband from her hair, put it on her wrist, and walked over quickly.

"Sheng Qiwen, you're doing fine too."

The man turned around and a pair of big hands appeared in front of Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng suddenly lost his balance and felt as if his soul was being pulled out of his body.

She hurriedly grabbed his hand to keep her balance.

But at this moment, that feeling disappeared.