The CEO's Woman - Chapter 420 Danger

[A Kung Pao Chicken that does not look as good as it tastes]Ever since Jiang Feng had stumbled upon the discovery that he could actually see the descriptions of the dishes his father made, his life had taken a dramatic turn…1. This game entitles players to ultimum autonomu. Please explore it by yourself.2. This game will not interfere with any choices made by the Player. Please do your best to unlock the achievements.3. The game reserves the right of final interpretation.

After being confined in a mental asylum for years, Jin Jiuchi had just been released back to human habitation when he suddenly found himself trapped in a dangerous and thrilling survival game.

Wait, is there something wrong with you all? Why do you look so scared? This world is so… exciting!

For Jin Jiuchi, this beast in human clothing who was chained by society laws, the appearance of the Nightmare Cycle was akin to a dream come true!

Drinking tea with a dismembered bride in a haunted apartment, dancing tango with the evil spirit in the depths of suicide forest, skipping rope with the ancient god in a forgotten civilization…

Jin Jiuchi was so happy that he was going crazy! However, when he went crazy, all the players and NPCs in the cycle trembled in fear.

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There was only a beautiful jade doll who had never been afraid of him.

Shen Nianzu called out softly, “Jin-ge.”

Jin Jiuchi, who was happily digging through a rotten corpse's stomach, suddenly dropped everything and zoomed in front of Shen Nianzu with a speed invisible to naked eyes. His eyes were curved into crescents as he asked, “What's wrong, Nian'er? Do you want to join me too?”

Shen Nianzu was expressionless as he stared at the bloody man in front of him. Then he suddenly stretched out a hand, palm up. Confused, Jin Jiuchi placed his dirty paw in Shen Nianzu's hand and shook it.

Shen Nianzu: “Good boy.”

Jin Jiuchi: ?

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