"Why are you so slow?" asked the shortest little boy in blood.

"I have always been so slow." Zhou Fan answered while walking.

The shortest little boy in blood was a little dissatisfied. He was about to say something when he found that his two companions were staring at him coldly, and he could no longer say what he said later.

The three little boys in blood could not do anything to Zhou Fan, so they could only start a snowball fight.

The three of them played snowball fights for more than a dozen times before Zhou Fan left here.

After that, Zhou Fan was completely consumed on the snow of the wooden man.

The eleven little boys in blood, one, two or three, were stunned by the sight.

Until Zhou Fan's figure disappeared because the time came, the eleven little boys in blood in one, two or three of the wooden man had played five or six games repeatedly.

Zhou Fan disappeared in the villa, indicating that the game could be over.

The eleven little boys in blood, one, two or three of the wooden man, stood silently.

A bright red door suddenly appeared in front of them, and the door was slowly pushed open. They entered the door in order from high to short, and the door completely disappeared.

And this bright red snow also turned into light and dissipated.

Eleven little boys in blood appeared in the studio, not just them, but also the little boys in blood who made snowmen, the three little boys in blood who played snowball fights, and the little boys in blood who had rock-scissors all here.

The little boy in blood was drawing seriously. He was drawing, and the other sixteen little boys in blood did not speak, but just stood mechanically indifferently.

When he put down his brush, he looked at the little boys in blood who looked exactly like him and said calmly: "He didn't come here today. Is that wherever he played the game?"

"But he was not dead, and you were not dead. Did there be a rare draw?"

No one answered because they could not speak without permission.

"You can talk now." The little boy in blood in the drawing looked at the little boy in the blood in the rock-scissors first. The little boy in the blood in the rock-scissors shook his head and said, "I haven't seen him."

The little boy in blood in the drawing looked at the eleven boys in blood in the wooden man one, two or three.

The shortest of the eleven little boys in blood in the wooden team stood up and said, "We met him, but he did not accept our invitation."

The little boy in blood in the drawing looked at the three little boys in blood in the snowball fight again. The one among the three little boys in blood in the blood in the painting said, "He did not accept our invitation."

The wooden team met Zhou Fan, and in order, they naturally saw those who played snowball fights.

"Then did he play with building a snowman?" The little boy in blood painted the little boy looking at the little boy who built a snowman.

"No." The little boy who built a snowman gave a negative answer.

The little boy in the blood-clothed painting was slightly stunned: "He didn't play games. Tell me what he did, why didn't I see him?"

"He walked very slowly." said the little boy who built a snowman.

"He walked very slowly." The snowball trio went.

"He walked very slowly." The wooden team also replied in unison.

The little boy in the blood-clothed painting suddenly realized. He couldn't help laughing, his laughter was sharp and harsh: "It turns out that he was walking very slowly. No wonder he didn't play games, and I couldn't see him either."

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...

Zhou Fan woke up and the sky on the snow-capped mountains had already dawned.

He sat up, the snow covered with his body broke open, and he recalled the dream of sleeping, his face slightly condensed and sighed.

He escaped another disaster.

While on the boat, he still made the choice not to play games, because there were too many unknown risks waiting for him to play games.

But if he doesn't play games, he can't walk to that studio, otherwise he will definitely be punished by the little boy in blood, so he decided to try to delay the time.

The idea he left was very simple: Don’t walk into the innermost part of the villa!

If the thoughts just make yourself walk very slowly, if you don’t meet the rules and are urged by the little boy in blood, then he will inevitably move forward quickly or disobey the rules.

And the spirituality of "not going to the innermost part of the villa" seems much wider. If the method of turtle step fails, he will think of other ways in his dream, rather than waiting for death.

As for him who chooses to play games in his dream, that is impossible, because he didn't play the night before and would not make such a choice last night.

This is something you don't need to worry too much.

After last night's incident, Zhou Fan learned an obvious fact: the little boy in blood in three places where he built a snowman, the wooden man one, two or three, and the snowball fight was only able to do things according to the rules. As long as he did not break the rules, they would not be able to do anything to him!

As for the little boys in both rock-scissors and painting, Zhou Fan suspected that the little boy in the blood-scissors in the blood-scissors in the blood-scissors, he could not say that the little boy in the blood-scissors in the blood-scissors in the blood-scissors in the painting.

He guessed that the little boy in blood in the painting might be the one he met outside the villa, that is, the body.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fan felt heavy. Last night, he had exploited loopholes in the rules and passed them safely, but if the original body had a certain consciousness, he would definitely fill this loophole, which means that he could no longer handle it according to the law tonight, so he had to think of another way.

Of course, if he could go down the mountain before nightfall, he wouldn't have to worry about this problem.

But he couldn't go down the mountain now, so he could only find a way to solve the nightmare tonight.

The nightmares encountered by other climbers are probably not as difficult as his...

Zhou Fan did not think about it anymore, but patted the snow on his body and used his true energy to dry his clothes. He glanced at the vast snow, and there were a small slutch running around in the snow.

Zhou Fan pulled the corner of his mouth, and he shouted, "Come here."

Xiao Xiaojuan soon lined up in a row and shouted sweetly: "Old Master."

Your sister... Zhou Fan's eyes twitched, and decided not to argue with these idiots with almost zero IQ, but asked: "Where is your idiot master?"

Xiao Xiaojun quickly spread her legs and ran to the snow, then began to dig out the snow, pulling out a small black worm pupa-like object from the snow.

"Okay, wake me up." Zhou Fan walked over, stepped on the insect pupa, and stepped on the insect pupa into the snow.

The hair on the pupae quickly dissipated, revealing Xiao Kun's figure. She stretched and breathed a sigh of relief, "Ah, today is another wonderful day."

"You little idiot, this is Qianhuan Snow Mountain, the most dangerous place in Gaoxiang County. Do you think this is here to play? Every day here is a dangerous day. If you are not careful, both of us will die here." Zhou Fan scolded with a calm face: "Why don't you put away your clone quickly and start rushing to eat something."

"Yes, yes, yes." Xiao Kun said indifferently.

Zhou Fan sighed and ignored the little guy who was not stingy, but took out the dry food and chewed it slowly.

Xiao Kun put away all Xiao Xiao Kun, and she also ate some unpalatable dry food.
Chapter completed!