Zhou Ran's little face was tight.

Xiang Jiangming patted Hui, sat on tiptoe on a pretty complete table, leaned forward, and pointed at Zhou Ran in his face: "Why, because of me, because of my handsomeness?"

Zhou Ran was amused by him.

She lowered her head gently, and her soft hair slid down from her shoulders.

Xiang Jiangming was very natural this time. He reached out to help her lift her hair behind her ears and whispered: "You can comb it up."

Zhou Ran: "No leather hood."

Xiang Jiangming let go of his hand, let his hair fall back, and his eyes curled into crescent moons: "Then let it go, it looks good."

Zhou Ran: "Thank you."

Xiang Jiangming smiled, wiped the seat next to him, and then signaled Zhou Ran to sit over: "What were you just saying?"

Zhou Ran came over and sat next to Xiang Jiangming.

Xiang Jiangming always held a sensation in his hands. At night and during the day, people and no one were very clear. After he helped her to sort out her hair, he was no longer close to her. The two of them kept a certain distance.

Zhou Ran's tone became much more relaxed: "'The stairs will disappear at night' is the information given by the NPC, so there should be no mistakes, so I think someone must have wanted us to come up, so the stairs appeared."

Xiang Jiangming looked dark and frowned and said, "Are you talking about the hostess?"

Zhou Ran nodded, "I can't think of anyone except her, and you are the one she wants to pull into the painting. The stairs should have appeared because of you."

Xiang Jiangming: "Then why don't we be trapped here because I appeared again."

Zhou Ran said whining and said that maybe President Xiang is too handsome and doesn't want you to leave.

Xiang Jiangming smiled, rubbed his hair with his hands and said proudly: "School girl really has vision."

Zhou Ran: "However, this copy is really interesting."

In general dungeons, ghosts and monsters try every means to kill players. Is this dungeon a confrontation between two major NPCs?

Thinking of this, Zhou Ran finally expressed her question: "But if this is the case, then we just need to hide in the room and do nothing. When the rain stops in seven days, wouldn't we just escape?"

At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room kept rolling.

[Luofu: No, if you don't participate, you will die. This is the consistent purpose of the game.

Xilan: I agree that it won’t be like this, and players cannot hide for seven days without any safety.

Xiaomianwei: Yes, yes, I have never seen a player who did nothing to end up pursuing.

Luke: Go back upstairs, God A will learn about it?

Linlang Heaven: Can God A count? He took the disaster and stood there. The ghosts were so scared that they ran away. He wished God A could leave early

User 338564: The old dragon king in the ten-stage dungeon was stabbed in the heart by him. It must be super simple to kill the ghosts of seven or eight-stage dungeon.

Never see you again: The live broadcast room next door, God A broke the ice

User 4458728: I saw it, Qi Wenyue’s three views are being refreshed every day for a while

Lu'er: It's so strong, that's the eleventh-phase seal ice. It's knocked open one day and one night. It's so strong. If I were a girl, I would definitely marry him]

Xiang Jiangming supported his hands on the table, his back was bent slightly, and his eyes were looking at some point. Suddenly, he snorted softly: "Let him throw away the catastrophe and try."

Zhou Ran: "What did you say?"

Xiang Jiangming coughed: "It's nothing. I said I won't be that way. Actually, I found out when I was having dinner yesterday, and water began to accumulate outside the house."

Zhou Ran: "Water accumulation?"

Xiang Jiangming looked solemn and dragged his chin nodded: "Well, when we first came, we were actually accumulated water, but it was just a very thin layer, which could not be seen from the senses. I think the speed of accumulation of water will probably get faster and faster. Even if the rain stops on the seventh day, the water will flood into the house."

Zhou Ran said oh and said, "So that's how it is."

The sculptures are all on the first floor. If the water floods in and the sculptures go crazy together, it will probably be a mass extinction.

It seems that you can't do nothing after falling into the game.

Zhou Ran leaned on her chin and rethinked.

The sky was about to light up. Xiang Jiangming said that this was the case, why don’t we go back, and then he supported the table with both hands and wanted to jump down, but as soon as he tried his best, the old table was cracked and cracked.

The sound of breaking sounded abnormally in the quiet room. Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming both wanted to jump down, but it was too late. The tabletop split from the middle, and the two people's bodies sank at the same time, sliding together and falling.

Xiang Jiangming's back hit the ground, his heart suddenly tightened, something pierced his back. He was about to scream and hurt, but Zhou Ran also fell down, and his chin almost hit his shoulder bone.

But Zhou Ran was afraid of pressing Xiang Jiangming's heart, and the moment she fell down, she immediately pressed her hand to the ground. She supported her body like a cat, stopped less than an inch from Xiang Jiangming's shoulder, and rubbed her palm against the ground with a cushioning two inches, and a bloodline was drawn by the sharp object.

Both of them had a shrinking pupil.

The smell of blood surged, and Zhou Ran immediately realized something was wrong and looked down along Xiang Jiangming's shoulders.

Sure enough, under them was a painting that fell from dust!

The painting is very large, and they only pressed a small part, but it can still be seen that the painting is painted in the villa. The hostess was wearing a red skirt and poked a head out of the window of the studio, and her face was very blurred.

Zhou Ran pressed the floor with her hands, and supported her knees next to Xiang Jiangming's thighs. Xiang Jiangming was lying there, holding her arm, and her tongue was a little knotted: "Zhou, Zhou Ran, you have to stand up first and I can get up."

Zhou Ran frowned and said, "President Xiang."

Xiang Jiangming thought she was worried about her, and the tight squeaking pain in her chest disappeared in an instant. The corner of her mouth couldn't stop raising her clothes, holding the fabric of her heart and laughing like a sunflower: "It's okay, I'm fine, I can fall it a hundred more times!"

Zhou Ran: "No, I mean, you have a painting underneath."

Xiang Jiangming's pupils suddenly shrank, he turned his head to look, and his tone changed: "What's there?"

Before the two of them could say the next sentence, a pair of women's arms stretched out from under them. She opened her arms and pressed the backs of the two of them together and pulled them into the painting.

Zhou Ran's chin finally hit Xiang Jiangming's shoulder. Xiang Jiangming opened his arm and hugged her, and the two of them were dragged into the painting.

Zhou Ran felt that her eyes were dark and bright, and a mature, sexy and a little melancholy appeared in front of them.

Zhou Ran thought, and Xiaohua flew to the woman. Xiaohua grew up a lot, but she was still very small. Her cute little eyes were a little fierce, her mouth was open, and she was ready to set fire to her skirt at any time.

The woman is very tall, elegant and beautiful in a red dress, and is as elegant as the heroine in an old Hong Kong movie. She holds a thin cigar in her hand, bent down, and stretches out a hand to Zhou Ran: "Is it okay?"

Zhou Ran looked at her for a moment, confirmed that she was not aggressive before reaching out, "It's okay."

Zhou Ran was very light in size. The woman stood up with a slight pull. After her hand fell on Zhou Ran's palm, the blood line disappeared, and the pain disappeared without a trace.

The woman lowered her head and glanced around Xiang Jiangming's body. She didn't stretch out her hand. She just looked at Xiang Jiangming on the ground: "Little brother, can't you get up?"

Xiang Jiangming grinned: "Why don't you pull me?"

The woman smiled softly, her vermilion lips fell on the chocolate-colored cigar and took a sip. After spitting out a smoke ring, she said lightly: "I'm afraid I'll pull you, someone will be unhappy."

After the woman finished speaking, she looked at Zhou Ran with her eyes straightforward.

Xiang Jiangming grinned, excited, and got up and patted the soil on his body.

The woman's eyes moved with him and finally fell on his ears. She raised her slender eyebrows and praised: "The earrings are good."

Xiang Jiangming proudly pointed his head: "Yes."

Woman: "I have always wanted to call me, does it hurt?"

Xiang Jiangming: "It doesn't hurt if something happens."

The woman sighed: "It's great to be young, I would have been alive."

Xiang Jiangming shook his body when he heard this and grabbed Zhou Ran's arm: "I'm a little scared."

Zhou Ran patted his hand: "Don't be afraid, she just envies you for being young."

Xiang Jiangming: “…”

Can't you use a little snack when comforting people?

During the conversation between the two, Zhou Ran looked around here.

This is the hostess' studio, but it is not the abandoned version, but a brand new studio with no musty smell and full of pigment.

The curtains in front of the big floor-to-ceiling window were opened, and sunlight shone in. There was a soft chair in front of the window. Zhou Ran could imagine a woman sitting on it, her red skirt was flamboyant, and her slender white fingers were holding a thin cigar, like a blooming red rose.

Zhou Ran: "Sister."

The woman nodded, her voice a little hoarse and full of magnetic properties.

Zhou Ran: "Are you the master here?"

The woman smiled, "This is, but it is not outside. My name is Lu Ruoyan, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ran said in confusion: "How long has it been."

Lu Ruoyan tilted her head and thought softly, "It's been a long time."

Xiang Jiangming also felt that it was wrong: "Did no one enter the painting during this period?"

Logically speaking, there are a lot of paintings downstairs, and after the dungeon is opened, many players will fall into it at the same time. It is inevitable that someone will get wet the drawing paper. Isn’t there any player entering the painting?

Lu Ruoyan: "No, few people come in."

Zhou Ran glanced at Xiang Jiangming, and the two of them frowned at the same time: "Can they be?"

Lu Ruoyan chuckled: "Yes, the paintings downstairs that cannot be entered. Those are fakes, and those are forged by that person."

Xiang Jiangming and Zhou Ran felt a chill on their bodies at the same time.
To be continued...