Author: As for the update, it will be updated every Friday night. This book has not been finished before, and the plot content has been slightly adjusted and rewritten.
Bai Jianhe: Currently 22 years old, a junior college student, and has entered the internship period in advance.
Weiwei Xuchi: has a weird and changeable personality. He is a demon who has survived for tens of millions of years. He has a main personality and a secondary personality. Now he is the nightmare in Bai Jianhe's inner dream, and he is still a nightmare monster that can change into three forms.
Introduction: Ever since Bai Jianhe could remember, Fuwei would always appear in his dreams, playing a game of life and death with him.
Fuwei likes to torture Bai Jianhe very much, maybe out of hatred, maybe out of unwillingness. He even drags Bai Jianhe's parents, relatives and friends into the game, but he won't really hurt them.
From the beginning to the end, the only person Fu Wei cared about was Bai Jianhe, and he only wanted Bai Jianhe to care about him.
Among the three forms of Fuwei, the one he fears most is the one with mixed red and blue pupils. This form of Fuwei is both gentle and domineering, and it is also the most lustful. He is also not serious about Bai Jianhe, and Bai Jianhe always calls him a pervert.
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Bai Jianhe moved to the water dispenser, resisting the discomfort in his eyes, picked up the water cup and drank the warm water. After taking a few sips, he cautiously glanced at Weiwei who was standing beside him with his peripheral vision.
Then one hand slowly moved to the place where the kitchen utensils were placed. After touching a sharp knife, he picked up the knife and quickly turned sideways and stabbed Wei Wei hard in the abdomen.
But the moment the knife touched Fu Wei's clothes, Fu Wei grabbed the blade with one hand and held on tightly without letting go.
Seeing this scene, Bai Jianhe was a little shocked. He immediately let go of the knife, picked up the cup with his other hand and threw it at Fuwei.
Fuwei tilted his head and dodged it easily.
Bai Jianhe originally wanted to make a fist and punch Fu Wei on the shoulder. However, what he didn't expect was that when his fist was half a meter away from Fu Wei,
As if Fu Wei knew it in advance, he directly raised his hand and grasped Bai Jianhe's fist with his palm. No matter how Bai Jianhe struggled, his fist could not be pushed out, while Fu Wei looked calm.
Bai Jianhe used his other hand to pull the trapped hand. Fuwei shook his head helplessly and released his palm that was punishing Bai Jianhe.
Due to inertia, Bai Jianhe took a few steps back. He was very confused as to how Fuwei guessed his actions.
Try again. Bai Jianhe thought to himself.
Bai Jianhe launched another attack. This time, he wanted to go up and kick Fu Wei with his legs before Fu Wei could react.
As a result, as soon as he stretched out his legs, Fuwei took the first step and tripped him, but he did not fall to the ground.
Fuwei stopped him and hugged him. He lay in Fuwei's arms. Fuwei stood upright. His current posture was like a gentleman with a white tablecloth hanging on the crook of his arm, and Bai Jianhe was the tablecloth.
"Let me go quickly." Bai Jianhe kept struggling.
"If you have any other tricks, use them all and let me see them." Fuwei said, lifting Bai Jianhe up, and said as calmly as water.
In the Escape Plan live broadcast room:
Audience 1: "Since the interviewer of Fuwei said so, player Bai Jianhe, please hit him on the waist."
Bai Jianhe did as he was told, but failed. He even had his waist pinched by Fuwei.
Audience 2: "If this trick doesn't work, player Bai Jianhe, just slap him in the face. There is no one in this world who doesn't care about appearance."
Bai Jianhe listened. Unexpectedly, as soon as his fist reached Fu Wei's face, Fu Wei unexpectedly turned his face and kissed Bai Jianhe's fist.
"Ah!!!" Bai Jianhe screamed in surprise. The lips that landed on his skin were obviously warm. At that moment of touch, the area where Bai Jianhe had been kissed felt like it was being burned by coal.
"What are you doing?" Bai Jianhe took back his hand, put it behind his back, and asked Fei Wei.
Fuwei waved his hand innocently.
In the following time, the audience in the escape plan live broadcast room kept giving Bai Jianhe ideas, but without exception, all the ideas seemed to be known to Fuwei in advance. Soon, Bai Jianhe was on the weak side.
After Fu Wei took Bai Jianhe's last move, he asked with a smile: "Xiao Bai, are you still playing?"
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