[MTL, BL] Run With The Ball in an Escape Game (Unlimited Streaming)

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"You are in my hands now." The man in the red mask, or Mr. Padlow, looked coldly at the human being who could be strangled with one hand.

He has countless ideas and wants to kill him directly, but the rules of this place make it impossible for him to kill at will.

What was the old man thinking? Why can't this human be directly captured and killed or imprisoned as a bargaining chip to threaten Mutian?

And this human being, no matter how you look at it, has a strange sense of familiarity.

"Yeah, it's in your hands, so what do you want to do?"

Mr. Padlow was awakened instantly, and when he saw Jing Huan sitting there calmly, he became even more angry, and without thinking about it, he sneered: "Haha. , you are very courageous."

"So what do you want to do? Squeeze me to death?" Jing Huan looked at the decoration on the table and spoke, without even giving him a straight eye.

"It's really sharp." Padrow sneered and sat on the other side, standing and talking to this human being really had the feeling of being a little brother.

"If you want to get out of me alive, tell me a story, but it must be a story that I am very satisfied with. By the way, I like tragedies, and the more miserable the protagonist dies, the more I like it."

He said, his face bright red The colored mask grinned, and the pitch-black mouth curved into a crescent shape, letting out a creepy laughter.

Jing Huan was not frightened at all. He tilted his head and asked in doubt, "A character set by a foreign country can speak idioms?"

Hmm! ? I've mispoken? ? ?

Padlo almost bit his tongue, and then he reacted: "Do you think you can still play that kind of cleverness before?"

Looking at it, someone may have already dealt with this problem.

"Human, hurry up and tell me a story. If you can't satisfy me tomorrow, you will die!" Padlo sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his chin resting on his head and staring at Jing Huan.

Jing Huan looked back without fear.

The setting of this red mask man is a bit interesting. He doesn't like to kill directly, but likes to use the characters in the story to kill the victim. He would choose the most terrifying stories told by his victims and summon the most terrifying characters in the stories.

Countless players died tragically here. First, they were afraid to tell terrifying stories, and then they became more and more anxious as the sunrise approached. When the players finally told a story that was terrifying enough, they would be blown away by the stories they told. kill.

This process is simply a double torture of the body and mind.

Jing Huan thought slowly for a while, and then began to tell the first story under the warning of Padlo: "Well...there was a couple in front of Cong who were loving and hardworking, so the god gave them an elixir. But one day, The husband went out to work, and the wife was forced to swallow the elixir by a big bad guy. When the husband rushed home and the wife flew into the sky, they were separated from each other... um."

After he finished speaking, he snorted, very fond of his own story. Nodding satisfied.

Mr. Padlow: "..."

Ying Mutian couldn't help but secretly send a message to Jing Huan: "Huan Huan, isn't this Chang'e flying to the moon? And... is this idiom wrong?"

Jing Huan replied: " Aren't they separated from each other?"