Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 157 Circular Highway 14: I can’t stand this!

He Feng quickly raised his hand to refuse: "Hey! You can worship me, after all, my legend will live forever! But there is no need to love me! I have a family!"

Du Ruanyuan's eyes lit up even more, and she nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, yes! Just this tune! Even more handsome!"

Xia Fan also followed suit: "Handsome!"

The two of them looked a little crazy. He Feng looked at He Xiang, who was covering his face with his hands and looking helpless, and asked, "Why don't you stop them?"

Hearing this, He Xiang sighed deeply, shook her head and walked away, with no intention of stopping her at all.

He Feng: ...

Okay, okay, that’s how we play it, right? Then he will run too.

He Feng ran to her boyfriend and began to whisper that Du Ruanyuan gave him the same feeling as the people in the live broadcast room.

At this point, He Feng remembered that the group of people in the live broadcast room were still muted by him, so he mercifully moved his fingers to unblock them.

[? What do you mean by the same as us? What’s wrong with us? We are so innocent!]

[Yes! Is there anyone in this world who is cuter than us? Is there? No!]

[Yes! We are so smart! We are considerate! We are so helpful. Where can you find such cute little ones?]

Pure, where is the pureness? Pure in the constant chatter? Or pure in the sallow complexion? To be honest, the speed of the insults made He Feng say wow. And cute, there is still some cuteness, but not much, and a little silly.

As for being extremely smart, he still insisted that this was the idea of ​​a group of fools, and he was also considerate.

He Feng didn't believe it, he couldn't believe it at all.

How could such a considerate person be banned from speaking so frequently? How could such a considerate person say such a deserving thing?

Laugh to death.

Maybe he is willing to help, so it’s okay for He Feng to recognize him.

After thinking about this, He Feng sighed and said with some regret: "It doesn't matter. It's not your fault that you are low-browed and use the wrong words."

[Hey! Hey! I don’t accept it! I admit that I am not well-educated! But why do you use the wrong words? I don’t understand! What’s the matter! Aren’t we kind and elegant? Aren’t we smart?]

[That’s right! He Ge, stop slandering me! How could lovely people like us use the wrong words!]

[It’s okay. We can understand that He Ge is confused occasionally~ Naughty~ I won’t allow it next time~]

"Boyfriend." He Feng leaned close to Shen Zishu's ear and said, "These people have gone crazy for their own reputation."

Shen Zishu smiled and nodded, agreeing with what He Feng said.

The comments that I heard clearly: …

Okay, okay, their Brother He is still so straightforward. He doesn’t even hide his bad words when he says bad things about others. It’s so heartbreaking to let them hear it sincerely.

"Ahem." Seeing that everyone in the comments was saying that they were hurt, He Feng coughed and said, "I'm not saying bad things about you, am I? At most I just described you a little, so don't be sad."

[…I always feel like He Ge fought back, and I got shot.]

[Don’t say that. Don’t say that. It really makes me feel a little bit sarcastic.]

[I think, someone who can say something as powerful as "piercing the sky" in the most ordinary tone, and can also say something so heartbreaking with such clear eyes, I believe He Ge just described it, but I still felt like an arrow was shot in the body.]

He Feng scratched his head, not quite understanding these people's train of thought, nor did he quite understand how the counterattack would be successful.

It's so funny. He didn't even think about fighting back. Otherwise, with the level of this group of people, he could have swept them from all angles without blind spots, so it was also their fault.

The more He Feng thought about it, the more he felt that there was nothing wrong with him, and the slightest bit of guilty feeling he had because of these people saying they were sad was gone.

The chicken and goose had been cleaned and chopped. Shen Zishu put them into the pot one by one, and the aroma soon wafted out.

The others also finished their work and sat around the fire. Finally, at He Feng's suggestion, they started playing Truth or Dare again.

The first person to turn the spoon was He Feng. He exerted force and the spoon turned twice and pointed at He Xiang.

It was obviously intentional, and He Xiang saw it. She was a little curious about what He Feng would do, so she said, "I choose truth."

"Okay." He Feng nodded: "Do you regret it today?"

He thought for a moment, then she laughed softly: "If we play this game again tomorrow, will you continue to ask this question?"

"Yes." He Feng answered without any hesitation: "I will keep asking."

This time He Xiang was silent for a long time. She looked down at the orange-red flames dancing on the firewood, wondering what she was thinking.

"But I won't regret it." He Xiang picked up a small piece of wood and poked the flame: "I have never regretted it at any time, not before, not now, and not in the future."

He Feng's eyelashes trembled: "Then I'm done asking questions."

He Xiang responded casually. She reached out and moved the spoon. After turning the silver spoon a few times, it pointed accurately at He Feng. Perhaps this behavior was a bit childish. He Xiang chuckled and said, "What about you? Do you want me to regret it?"

"Someone wants you to regret it." He Feng replied. He shrugged and looked indifferent. "If you were asking me, I wouldn't care about you. It's just that Crybaby cares about you, so I want to try."

"It's nice to have someone thinking about me and caring about me." He Xiang's nails dug into her flesh. She bit the tip of her tongue and said, "I've finished asking."

This time, He Feng did not turn the spoon. He handed the control to Kang Jiankang, leaned on Shen Zishu and sighed.

However, even someone as slow-witted as Xia Fan could see that something was wrong between the two of them. She looked left and right, and always felt that there was something wrong between her brother and Sister He.

She was a little confused, but she also knew that this kind of question should not be asked casually, so she poked Xia Ren's waist, her face full of clear stupidity.

Xia Ren pursed his lips and shook his head slightly, but did not answer Xia Fan's questions.

Last night, Xia Ren analyzed the relationship between He Feng and the other two. First of all, Shen Zishu was definitely on He Feng's side. He Xiang seemed to know some secret about Shen Zishu, so he deliberately angered Brother Shen last night.

As for Brother He, he seems to have a stronger desire to be recruited. In short, the main battlefield is between He Feng and He Xiang. Tonight is the second confrontation between the two. It doesn't seem as confrontational as the first day, but the result doesn't seem to be particularly good either.

The most important thing is that they don’t get involved when gods fight.

Although the spoon would later turn to He Feng and He Xiang, it was purely coincidental and had no other meaning. The questions asked or the things requested were normal, not too excessive, but not too boring, and there was constant jokes.

However, Shen Zishu was never turned over once. It was not known whether it was because of his good luck or because these people did not dare to offend the chef. In short, Shen Zishu was watching the show with a smile throughout the whole process. The most important thing was that He Feng was having fun, so he was very happy.

At 17:25, the iron pot was cooked, with cabbage, wide noodles, mushrooms, potatoes, and white radish. Kang Jiankang almost cried with greed when the lid was lifted. The staple food was the pancake that Shen Zishu had stuck on the edge of the pot. He even made flower rolls and put them on top of the whole dish. Now they were all steamed and smelled very fragrant.

The players couldn't wait to eat, and Kang Jiankang only had time to thank God verbally before quickly joining the group that was eating.

Kang Jiankang took a bite of goose meat and shed tears of satisfaction. It was simply too wonderful. With this texture and taste, he wanted to kowtow to Brother Shen and Brother He to express his feelings.

To this He Feng wanted to say: Don’t come, really don’t come.

Although there was no rule of not talking while eating, because the food cooked by Shen Zishu was so delicious, everyone was busy eating and no one spoke.

[Xiaobo, this is not good enough, why don’t you upgrade it to a live broadcast room where you can smell the fragrance? It’s a bit lame.]

[That is to say, Xiaobo, this is a bit lagging, let’s upgrade quickly.]

[Xiaobo: You guys...]

The comments were full of people saying that as long as they could have a bite of the food cooked by Goff, their life would be worth it.

He Feng chuckled and said, "Look at what you have accomplished."

[Brother He, you are blessed and don’t understand our eagerness. I really want to eat a meal made by my brother-in-law. ]

[What's wrong with giving me a bite of this delicious meal? What's wrong with giving me a bite!]

[Hehehe, food, hehehe:)]

He Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said to Shen Zishu secretly, "Boyfriend, it seems you have to open this restaurant even if you don't want to."

Shen Zishu was also somewhat helpless about the content of the barrage. He nodded, and this was considered as his agreement.

The audience in the live broadcast room were scratching their heads and had no idea what the two people were talking about.

After all, He Feng would only speak openly when he was saying bad things about others. For whispers like these, he would lower his voice so that the live broadcast room wouldn't hear it.

[Damn it! What on earth is there that we can’t listen to!]

[I, SVIP, cannot bear to see this!]

It’s a pity that He Feng no longer paid attention to the barrage and began to concentrate on the rice in the bowl.

The big iron pot of stew was eaten up completely. Kang Jiankang was so full that he collapsed on the ground, unable to move. He was finally helped up by Xing Zizhen.

Xia Fan was not much better. She moved back to the fire step by step, sat down and began to look up at the stars. Kang Jiankang was lying next to her. The two of them were speechless and looked a little funny.

The rest of the people started to clean up the dishes and soon they were all collapsed in front of the fire and didn't move.

The night sky in the desert could better reflect the beauty of the starry sky. It might be because the eight of them had quite good luck combined. Some stars passed through the night sky and then disappeared into the night, causing the players to exclaim in surprise.

The firewood in the fire crackled, and the smell of burning wood was not that pleasant. Kang Jiankang threw a few potatoes and sweet potatoes into the fire, and the smell changed instantly. Kang Jiankang smiled and lay back down to wait for food.

Even Xing Zizhen couldn't help but complain that he deserved to die because of his behavior.

He Feng stretched himself lazily, smacked his lips and said, "I hope there won't be any monsters coming to cause trouble today."

As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone else could echo him, the ground began to churn, and something was moving rapidly towards them underground.

He Feng: "Oh."