Chapter 64 The Only True God Zhou Yili

【Please close your eyes when it gets dark】

As a mechanical female voice echoed from the sky, the lights in the huge castle dimmed instantly, leaving only the candles burning quietly in the corridor.

The guests dispersed throughout the castle.

After all, this is different from ordinary werewolf killing.

It's a real murder.

Werewolves have the right to hold knives in the dark, and anyone who runs into one will die.

"Brother Shen!" Sheng Que rushed over excitedly when he saw Shen Jixing, "Shall we go together?"

Shen Jixing leaned quietly on the balcony on the second floor.

There are large red roses here, and retro flickering candles on the walls, making the scene brighter than indoors.

He asked back with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that I'm a wolf?"

Sheng Que was stunned for a moment.

The full moon above the castle shone its light onto his straight, snow-white shoulders. His velvet shirt was glowing with light, like a god who had come down to earth to transcend his tribulation.

Sheng Que said confidently: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

So he died.

Shen Jixing caught his slowly falling body and put him on the ground as gently as possible.

His eyes, which were covered with a thin mist, seemed to be smiling: "Dear, nothing is impossible in this world."

Sheng Que looked at him fiercely with a knife stuck in his chest.

“The game has just begun!!!”

He hasn't even played.

"It's okay, the game will be over soon." Shen Jixing said lightly.

Sheng Que: “…”

Oh my god, how can this be a god?

This is the devil, the devil!

As he struggled, a small gourd rolled out from his body. Shen Jixing just stood up and his eyes dropped slightly.

"Witch?"

"Wife, you are so awesome!!!"

"Stacking, such a bad star, so exciting, can you give me a cut too?"

"Ahhh, I really want to be stepped on by the stars!"

"That's enough, you idiots. Okay, I want it too. Then give me a backhand stab."

Shen Jixing casually stuffed the small gourd into his pocket.

Sheng Que stared at him with wide eyes: "No, you are so stupid???"

The light from the lamp on him dimmed, and Sheng Que kicked his legs and collapsed.

"It's great to be young. You can fall asleep as soon as you lie down."

"It's really tragic. He died right after he got here, and his identity was also stolen."

"Not bad, my wife hugged me and even called me good boy~ (Lemon essence)"

"So which wolf is Xingxing? He has a knife in his hand, so we can rule out a wolf without a knife."

"The knife of the wolf with a knife can only be used once, and Xingxing just threw away the knife. Could it be the wolf with a knife???"

"Can the knife be thrown away??? If the knife-wielding wolf throws away the knife after use, won't he become the knife-less wolf? Isn't there a bug in this plot setting?"

"Are you still arguing? I've already worn flying pants ( ′▽′ )"

Shen Jixing had just left the balcony on the second floor.

A radio voice in the sky then sounded: "The prophet has activated the inspection function. As the only true god in the castle, he has rights that cannot be disobeyed."

"All the characters stopped where they were, waiting for God to come."

Shen Jixing leaned against the cylindrical stained glass window and found this exaggerated description a little funny: "Who wrote the script?"

You're too pretentious.

The director bit his hand and said, "I wrote the script for you!"

Let Master Zhou install it.

After the man chose a name, a red line seemed to be pulling him in the sky.

He could ignore the obstacles of the night and go straight to a person's side.

is the right of the only true God.

Shen Jixing felt a red line coming towards him, wrapping around his fingertips in the darkness, and then his eyes were slowly covered.

A thin mist rises from the thick darkness.

The moonlight was reflected behind the stained glass, and footsteps were heard approaching from afar. The person was tall and slender, and his short boots were stepping on the translucent cracked ground.

The red thread on her hand was like a wisp of smoke, slowly stepping through the dark mist and standing in front of him against the light.

Zhou Yili looked at the young man leaning against the dome glass.

It seems that no matter how many times, as long as there is a choice in front of me.

He would choose the Silent Star.

Even though he is not on the data list.

Zhou Yili's appearance was undoubtedly pretentious and handsome. Just as the screen was filled with people screaming, the One True God spoke -

“Is it an honor to be chosen by God?”

Shen Jixing: "...Why do you dare to speak?"

After all, it was just a variety show, and their five senses would not disappear. Zhou Yili could only check it quietly.

But he blew himself up right away?

"I know how to do this, I can't hold it back any longer."

"Hurry up and pretend to be happy. Look how proud he is. Hahaha, thinking about being able to touch Xingxing all over, the corners of his lips can't help but rise, right?"

"Do you know how to touch? Get out of the way and let me touch you!"

"Why not?" Zhou Yili asked back.

"Good people are my gold and water, werewolf, I will send you away at dawn."

The corners of Shen Jixing's lips curled up slightly in amusement, as if he wanted to say that the werewolf had more than one knife in his hand.

But before he could open his mouth, Zhou Yili's hand had already fallen on him, searching casually from his shoulder downwards.

Sheng Que's small gourd was in his trouser pocket.

He clearly felt Zhou Yili's hand passing by and touching something there.

"Oh, here it is."

Shen Jixing leaned his thin back against the windowsill, regretting that he had not stuffed the money into his coat pocket.

The slender hand slowly reached into the trouser pocket and took out the small gourd: "What is this?"

"Can't you see it?" Shen Jixing asked back.

Zhou Yili glanced at the small gourd, his expression somewhat subtle: "...Witch?"

Shen Jixing didn't say anything, which was considered as his consent.

Zhou Yili played with the small gourd and said, "This thing can't be opened. How can you save people if there's no medicine inside?"

Shen Jixing was silent for two seconds: "Don't mind your own business with witches."

“…”

Zhou Yili snorted and laughed, but didn't say whether he believed it or not. He continued to stretch out his claws: "Okay, I'll search again."

"Why?"

"No reason, I just want to search."

“…”

This answer is very Zhou Yili.

"I feel like I don't believe you. Do you have a brain?"

"Your son probably just wants to touch the stars more. I hate it! (Bangs the table)"

"If you insist on saying so...it does make sense."

This time Zhou Yili actually found something.

Shen Jixing kept his back against the window. His shirt was not pushed past the waistline of his trousers, and there seemed to be something inside.

Zhou Yili: "Wow, you're hiding it pretty well, Little Wolf Star?"

Shen Jixing: "No..."

But instead of taking the hidden thing, he was looking for something else.

Zhou Yili said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Since I'm here, I'll take a look at where the little hexagram is."

Today he passed by the monitoring room and heard two directors say that they saw a hexagram on Shen Jixing's waist.

Why do even they know about this?

But Zhou Yili didn't know.

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rogue!!!

The variety show plot is pure illogical nonsense, so please be patient if you think it's ridiculous... This is the author of this imaginative article. There will probably be no variety show plot after this issue. I wrote this on a whim, and it's not long, probably around 200,000 to 300,000 words.

There is also a book about the issue of top and bottom control.

I don't recommend people who are into extreme top-dominant bottom-dominant characters to read my books. The bottom characters I write are always cold and aloof in the early stages. Those who have read the previous book know that their complete personalities will only be revealed in the later stages or very later stages. Those who can accept this can read it, and those who can't can avoid it~ Don't attack the characters casually, or your heart will ache (you will be so disgusted by yourself that you will regretfully leave the stage) (you will come back, shyly look in, and want a little flower (′`))