After a long moment of stunned silence, Shao Yuqing finally embraced Hu Weiyan.
Afraid he might vomit, she kissed him carefully and gently, as if she were treating a broken piece of porcelain that had been painstakingly pieced back together. There was very little sweetness, only heartache.
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The intense spatial compression caused the entire theater to shake, and the system brought by General Manager Zhao had already detected the crisis.
However, neither he nor Yang Xiaoxiao were programmers, so they had no way to change the intrusion code!
"Mr. Zhao! What do we do now?"
It was because he was poisoned by the fake medicine given to him by Si Jin that Zhao Ningxiang allowed his spirit to enter the escape game in order to delay his death.
But unexpectedly, the escape world is also going to be destroyed!
"Damn it!" Zhao Ningxiang swept all the items off the table, and only after a long while did he calm down and give Yang Xiaoxiao his orders.
"I can't wait any longer. Go find those ghost employees at the theater and have them choose a script, take turns knocking on the door, and invite Luo Sijin to perform on stage. I'll set up a capture device on stage to catch him. The sooner the better!"
"Yes, Mr. Zhao." Yang Xiaoxiao had just finished using the recovery card and the pain in her body hadn't subsided when she walked away in her high heels.
If Zhao Ningxiang hadn't promised her 27% of the company's shares, she wouldn't have worked so hard.
However, enduring some hardship now is good; once she returns to reality, she'll be a true millionaire.
With that thought in mind, he quickened his pace to find the ghost employee.
However, over the next two days, more than a dozen ghost employees took turns knocking on Si Jin's door, and none of them survived.
I don't know what the BOSS is busy with inside, but he actually set up a strangulation formation outside the door.
NPCs will be crushed to ashes if they get within five steps of the room.
The ghost employees dared not approach, so they could only stand five steps away, watching anxiously.
I've never been so eager to see my bride.
After finally making it to the BOSS's appearance, I immediately handed over the script with tears in my eyes.
But at first, the BOSS refused: "My darling is absolutely stunning, how dare you even look at her?"
The ghosts looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally one of the clever ones spoke up: "The BOSS's wife is a goddess descended to earth, and we ordinary ghosts can also benefit from the BOSS's good fortune."
"The boss's wife is excellent in every way, she will definitely do a good job with such a small thing."
"May the BOSS and his wife live happily ever after, and never be separated until the end of time."
"May the BOSS and his wife have a son soon..."
"…………"
Just as the ghost was about to slap himself, he heard Mo Linyuan say, "This is good, keep praising it."
The ghost prostrated itself on its knees: "BOSS, 108 Treasures!!!"
The ghost employees racked their brains to praise Si Jin to the skies before finally getting Mo Linyuan to nod in approval.
"Okay, we'll go to the performance."
After all, since Jinjin said she was going, he would listen to her carefully.
Therefore, after accepting the script, Mo Linyuan completely controlled the backstage area of the performance.
Zhao, Ning, Xiang.
After returning to his room, Mo Linyuan picked up a pen and wrote three words on a piece of paper, then casually burned them.
Her voice was icy cold as she murmured persistently, "Tomorrow, when Jinjin performs, that will be your death day."
The central control alarm has sounded, and tomorrow might also be the day the escape world collapses.
Thinking of this, Mo Linyuan's lips curved slightly, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he lowered his hand to write his name on the paper again.
His eyes were filled with disappointment: "It's really bad luck to die on the same day as you."
After saying that, he burned the paper again.
But it was extinguished halfway through the fire by Si Jin's cup of water.
With a few wisps of ash, it landed pitifully on the table, breaking the rare somber atmosphere.
Si Jin quickly picked up the paper to check: "Thank goodness, no names were burned."
"Jinjin, weren't you unconscious? How did you get up... eh..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Si Jin slapped a damp piece of paper onto his face, making it feel cool.
Mo Linyuan had no time for affectation. He put the paper aside and unceremoniously pulled the person into his arms: "You still have the energy to walk, then I..."
"Then you can't move around." Si Jin's slender fingertips lightly brushed his lips: "Otherwise, tomorrow, I won't have the strength to pull you out of this world too."
Mo Linyuan's heart skipped a beat: "What did you say?"
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Tomorrow, Yuan and Jin will meet in real life! Jin's little black room is coming! I can't wait!
In the next world, I'll write about a vampire butler "bullying" a disabled young master.
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