Ruan Qing wasn’t really hungry. During breakfast, he had already considered the possibility of skipping lunch, so he ate a decent amount.
The servant outside Ruan Qing’s door, after being refused, didn’t give up but whispered, “Mr. Yu Qing, please eat a little bit.”
It was evident that the servant was determined not to give up unless Ruan Qing came out. Ruan Qing had no choice but to go down.
Except for the player who had already encountered trouble in the morning, all the players gathered again this time. After all, they hadn’t figured out if there were any taboos regarding missing meals.
Before the servants had a chance to call, the players arrived, exchanging the clues they had gathered. Shen Jingzhao also sat in his place, still looking lazy, as if eating was an incredibly dull event.
Only when Ruan Qing went downstairs did Shen Jingzhao glance over, but he quickly averted his eyes.
Ruan Qing discreetly scanned Shen Jingzhao.
Shen Jingzhao was bolder in his choice of seating, sitting on the side of the main seat, appearing as if he were in his own home. If not for giving face to the Yang family, he might have boldly taken the main seat.
Despite his seemingly lazy and casual demeanor, he exuded a hint of dominance and aggression, giving off an intimidating aura.
Ruan Qing didn’t greet anyone, just took his seat, the same one he sat on in the morning. The seat next to him was empty, as Shen Baiyue hadn’t come down yet. No one from the Yang family was present either.
The players naturally noticed Ruan Qing, discreetly observing him. After a momentary pause, upon seeing faint marks on his wrist, they eventually averted their gaze.
However, the livestream audience didn’t share these reservations. They stared intently at the seated young man, and the barrage of comments was mostly related to him instead of the dungeon clues.
[Oh, the way he wears the shirt is so attractive! I really want to tear off his clothes and lick his whole body. Suddenly envious of the young master.]
[He’s really too seductive. Wearing a shirt to this extent, and even the marks on his wrists can’t be hidden. His appearance is completely enticing people to commit a crime.]
[I always feel that the condition of the beauty rescued by the vice president is a bit off. The beauty, besides having his hands and hair intact, was covered in blood all over. It seems like she has been ruthlessly abused.]
[Tentacles... ah, just thinking about it is so stimulating. Unfortunately, in the mist, I didn’t see anything. What a pity.]
Players who originally averted their gaze, upon seeing many discordant comments in the livestream room, couldn’t help but recall the previous scene in their minds.
Indeed, there was a problem.
The guest who walked into the fog screamed in less than a minute.
Obviously, he died beyond any possibility of survival.
However, the young man was in the mist for more than just a minute.
Moreover, with so many people present, only he was pulled down.
When rescued, besides some faint marks on the wrist, there were no other injuries.
It’s as if he was really...
Players dared not think further, and no longer paid attention to the barrage in the live stream room.
Only Feng Ye lowered his eyes, staring at the edge of the table, looking somewhat absent-minded.
The fog outside the villa was dense, and visibility was limited.
At that time, he thought the blood-red vines binding the young man were planning to engulf and devour the other.
But on second thought, maybe it’s not like that at all.
The blood-red vines didn’t seem to want to harm the young man. It even deliberately avoided attacking him.
It’s evident that the purpose of binding the young man was not to kill him.
Involuntarily, scenes from that time replay in Feng Ye’s mind.
The young man was completely wrapped in blood-red vines. His delicate wrists tightly bound above the head, and his slender waist restrained.
The T-shirt slid up a bit due to the vines, becoming messy.
Even the fair skin was stained red.
He looked pitiful and helpless.
The blood-red vines showed no mercy, forcefully restraining the person before them, entwined with a vibrant color around the young man.
Even more disturbingly, there was a desire to squirm in certain places.
However, the young man couldn’t break free at all. He could only lower his head, weakly leaning against the wall, letting the vines have their way.
If Feng Ye had been a bit slower...
The player with a crew cut was thinking deeply when he suddenly caught a whiff of a bloody scent. He frowned, puzzled, and looked at his side, only to discover red stains under the vice president’s nose.
“Vice president!? Are you injured!?” The player with a crew cut widened his eyes, a face full of terror as he stared at the vice president, even disregarding the rule of no talking during meals.
“Where are you hurt!?”
Fortunately, the members of the Yang family hadn’t arrived yet, so he hadn’t violated any taboos.
The player with a crew cut’s heart sank slightly. Has this instance become this difficult?
Even the vice president was injured now.
Could their plan really succeed?
Could they actually leave this instance alive?
The player with a crew cut lowered his head with a heavy expression, only to see something unusual about the vice president...
Player with a crew cut: “???”
Player with a crew cut: “!!!”
The player with a crew cut’s solemn expression froze on his face instantly, and an idea flashed in his mind.
Could it be that his vice president was thinking of something inappropriate just now...
The problem was, thinking about it caused a nosebleed!?
This must have been an excessively scandalous thought.
The player with a crew cut was dumbfounded, looking at the usually indifferent vice president with disbelief.
His gaze was as if seeing the man in front of him for the first time.
Feng Ye, called by the sharp voice of the player with a crew cut, trembled slightly.
Under the shocked gaze of the player with a crew cut, Feng Ye emotionlessly picked up a tissue from the table and wiped away the nosebleed. “It’s nothing, probably just caught a cold and got a nosebleed.”
Player with a crew cut: “...” Could the excuse be any more absurd?
Should he believe or not believe?
The conversation between the two naturally drew the attention of others at the table, and everyone glanced in their direction, including Ruan Qing.
However, because there was a tablecloth on the dining table, except for the player with a crew cut sitting next to Feng Ye, others couldn’t see what was happening under the table.
No one believed Feng Ye’s statement about catching a cold.
In general, intermediate players wouldn’t catch a cold casually, considering they had experienced so many games, and their constitution had improved to some extent.
Moreover, with the ability to purchase items or enhance their physique through bloodlines, players rarely fell ill.
Others thought that Feng Ye might have suffered internal injuries and was unwilling to disclose it.
Even Ruan Qing didn’t believe it. With a puzzled look in his beautiful eyes, he glanced at Feng Ye.
When Feng Ye noticed Ruan Qing’s gaze, he spoke indifferently, “I was injured by the blood vines when I saved you earlier.”
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing pursed his lips and spoke with a complicated expression, “Thank you.”
Ruan Qing wasn’t really hungry. During breakfast, he had already considered the possibility of skipping lunch, so he ate a decent amount.
The servant outside Ruan Qing’s door, after being refused, didn’t give up but whispered, “Mr. Yu Qing, please eat a little bit.”
It was evident that the servant was determined not to give up unless Ruan Qing came out. Ruan Qing had no choice but to go down.
Except for the player who had already encountered trouble in the morning, all the players gathered again this time. After all, they hadn’t figured out if there were any taboos regarding missing meals.
Before the servants had a chance to call, the players arrived, exchanging the clues they had gathered. Shen Jingzhao also sat in his place, still looking lazy, as if eating was an incredibly dull event.
Only when Ruan Qing went downstairs did Shen Jingzhao glance over, but he quickly averted his eyes.
Ruan Qing discreetly scanned Shen Jingzhao.
Shen Jingzhao was bolder in his choice of seating, sitting on the side of the main seat, appearing as if he were in his own home. If not for giving face to the Yang family, he might have boldly taken the main seat.
Despite his seemingly lazy and casual demeanor, he exuded a hint of dominance and aggression, giving off an intimidating aura.
Ruan Qing didn’t greet anyone, just took his seat, the same one he sat on in the morning. The seat next to him was empty, as Shen Baiyue hadn’t come down yet. No one from the Yang family was present either.
The players naturally noticed Ruan Qing, discreetly observing him. After a momentary pause, upon seeing faint marks on his wrist, they eventually averted their gaze.
However, the livestream audience didn’t share these reservations. They stared intently at the seated young man, and the barrage of comments was mostly related to him instead of the dungeon clues.
[Oh, the way he wears the shirt is so attractive! I really want to tear off his clothes and lick his whole body. Suddenly envious of the young master.]
[He’s really too seductive. Wearing a shirt to this extent, and even the marks on his wrists can’t be hidden. His appearance is completely enticing people to commit a crime.]
[I always feel that the condition of the beauty rescued by the vice president is a bit off. The beauty, besides having his hands and hair intact, was covered in blood all over. It seems like she has been ruthlessly abused.]
[Tentacles... ah, just thinking about it is so stimulating. Unfortunately, in the mist, I didn’t see anything. What a pity.]
Players who originally averted their gaze, upon seeing many discordant comments in the livestream room, couldn’t help but recall the previous scene in their minds.
Indeed, there was a problem.
The guest who walked into the fog screamed in less than a minute.
Obviously, he died beyond any possibility of survival.
However, the young man was in the mist for more than just a minute.
Moreover, with so many people present, only he was pulled down.
When rescued, besides some faint marks on the wrist, there were no other injuries.
It’s as if he was really...
Players dared not think further, and no longer paid attention to the barrage in the live stream room.
Only Feng Ye lowered his eyes, staring at the edge of the table, looking somewhat absent-minded.
The fog outside the villa was dense, and visibility was limited.
At that time, he thought the blood-red vines binding the young man were planning to engulf and devour the other.
But on second thought, maybe it’s not like that at all.
The blood-red vines didn’t seem to want to harm the young man. It even deliberately avoided attacking him.
It’s evident that the purpose of binding the young man was not to kill him.
Involuntarily, scenes from that time replay in Feng Ye’s mind.
The young man was completely wrapped in blood-red vines. His delicate wrists tightly bound above the head, and his slender waist restrained.
The T-shirt slid up a bit due to the vines, becoming messy.
Even the fair skin was stained red.
He looked pitiful and helpless.
The blood-red vines showed no mercy, forcefully restraining the person before them, entwined with a vibrant color around the young man.
Even more disturbingly, there was a desire to squirm in certain places.
However, the young man couldn’t break free at all. He could only lower his head, weakly leaning against the wall, letting the vines have their way.
If Feng Ye had been a bit slower...
The player with a crew cut was thinking deeply when he suddenly caught a whiff of a bloody scent. He frowned, puzzled, and looked at his side, only to discover red stains under the vice president’s nose.
“Vice president!? Are you injured!?” The player with a crew cut widened his eyes, a face full of terror as he stared at the vice president, even disregarding the rule of no talking during meals.
“Where are you hurt!?”
Fortunately, the members of the Yang family hadn’t arrived yet, so he hadn’t violated any taboos.
The player with a crew cut’s heart sank slightly. Has this instance become this difficult?
Even the vice president was injured now.
Could their plan really succeed?
Could they actually leave this instance alive?
The player with a crew cut lowered his head with a heavy expression, only to see something unusual about the vice president...
Player with a crew cut: “???”
Player with a crew cut: “!!!”
The player with a crew cut’s solemn expression froze on his face instantly, and an idea flashed in his mind.
Could it be that his vice president was thinking of something inappropriate just now...
The problem was, thinking about it caused a nosebleed!?
This must have been an excessively scandalous thought.
The player with a crew cut was dumbfounded, looking at the usually indifferent vice president with disbelief.
His gaze was as if seeing the man in front of him for the first time.
Feng Ye, called by the sharp voice of the player with a crew cut, trembled slightly.
Under the shocked gaze of the player with a crew cut, Feng Ye emotionlessly picked up a tissue from the table and wiped away the nosebleed. “It’s nothing, probably just caught a cold and got a nosebleed.”
Player with a crew cut: “...” Could the excuse be any more absurd?
Should he believe or not believe?
The conversation between the two naturally drew the attention of others at the table, and everyone glanced in their direction, including Ruan Qing.
However, because there was a tablecloth on the dining table, except for the player with a crew cut sitting next to Feng Ye, others couldn’t see what was happening under the table.
No one believed Feng Ye’s statement about catching a cold.
In general, intermediate players wouldn’t catch a cold casually, considering they had experienced so many games, and their constitution had improved to some extent.
Moreover, with the ability to purchase items or enhance their physique through bloodlines, players rarely fell ill.
Others thought that Feng Ye might have suffered internal injuries and was unwilling to disclose it.
Even Ruan Qing didn’t believe it. With a puzzled look in his beautiful eyes, he glanced at Feng Ye.
When Feng Ye noticed Ruan Qing’s gaze, he spoke indifferently, “I was injured by the blood vines when I saved you earlier.”
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing pursed his lips and spoke with a complicated expression, “Thank you.”
