Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

As I said before, Bai Fan is not good at dealing with literary boys or literary girls, because instinctively speaking, this type of persona does not fit his character at all.

So he gestured.

"Please stop, friend."

"In fact, remove all the fancy things you said, and leave the simplest language that you are tired of living and want to die, right?"

"You guy..."

The Night King couldn't help laughing, and nodded immediately.

"As you said, I'm tired of living."

An endless life, a cycle of life.

"You haven't understood what real death is."

Bai Fan's eyes flashed with blue spirals, he stretched out his fingers and placed them on the edge of his eye sockets.

"I call this thing the Devil's Eye of the Second Second. Unfortunately, it still can't satisfy your wish. If it could kill you and throw your body away, I would have done so long ago."

Bai Fan spread his hands.

"Then you must come and kill me when you are free."

The Night King smiled.

"sure."

Bai Fan raised his wine glass.

"Come on, have this drink."

"Well, speaking of it, which method of death do you think is more suitable for me? I have already begun to consider various methods of death."

"Well... being gagged and then being abused by hundreds of fags actually suits you."

Bai Fan stretched out his hand to pick up the grilled chicken skewers, solemnly——

This guy is spreading the GAYGAY vibe again.

(Phew...the bedroom is inexplicably noisy today, and I'm a little upset because I'm already very tired, wow...it's uncomfortable, my sister is shaking!)

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"Speaking of which, there seems to be something wrong with you."

The Night King put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Bai Fan.

As a person living in the underworld and with a zombie physique, he naturally felt something was wrong.

"Ah, just a little thing."

Bai Fan said nonchalantly.

"Oh—it turns out to be a pure conceptual existence. This thing seems to be a little troublesome. Do you want me to help you get rid of it?"

There was a hint of lifelessness in the black eyes of the King of the Night. He picked up the grilled chicken wings in a leisurely manner and ate them bit by bit. His movements were graceful, but there were not even bones left.

"Whatever you want, anyway, there is no harm in keeping this thing on me."

Bai Fan shrugged.

The impression of urban ghost talk, that is, the existence of Lolita in white.

It may be very lethal to ordinary people——

"But for an excellent person like me, this kind of gadget is just sprinkling water, and it can be successfully tuned with one hand. And it is my friend now, am I the kind of man who starts to attack friends?"

"Oh... is it?"

Hearing this, the Night King did not forcefully erase the Lolita in white from Bai Fan's body.

He put down the wine glass and moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"Since you have made a decision, I will not stop you."

Bai Fan stretched out a hand, looked calm, then raised his head.

"There are only two things you need to pay attention to."

"You said."

Night King 1 looked at Bai Fan calmly.

He had already reached this point, and no one could stop his desire for death.

In fact, to put it in a more simple and understandable way, he is actually tired of working.

Just like the student party who longs to go to school after a long vacation, he has lived a long time and naturally longs to die.

"First. Don't force Youku Liwood to make a choice. Of course, I will assist you to a certain extent."

"Of course."

The Night King shook his head.

"When I watched Youku Liwood really cry, I was also thinking about whether I did something wrong. The longing for death may really hurt her. If I can't get the ending I want this time, then I It will cut off the five senses of the body and fall into a deep sleep forever."

Cutting off the five senses of the body and not feeling anything from the outside world is no different from death.

"That's all very well, and there's one more very important thing—"

Bai Fan calmly stretched out another finger.

"Another very important thing?"

The Night King repeated Bai Fan's words, and looked at Bai Fan curiously.

cough--

Bai Fan coughed lightly.

"You settle the bill first, money is a bit tight recently."

Well...

The corner of the Night King's mouth twitched, and finally shook his head.

"I really have the style of your answer, but it's a pity that although I have the title of King of the Night, as far as my own financial resources are concerned, I am not someone who can spend spare money on drinking."

"??? Can't you just say frankly that you are poor? Do you have to make so many detours?"

Bai Fan just stared at the dead fish eyes.

"Cough...what you said is not unreasonable."

The Night King was obviously choked by Bai Fan's straightforward words.

"You, King of the Night, are going to die soon anyway. Why do you still keep the money? You don't know how to make a little contribution to the country and the party after you die? It seems that you haven't learned the core values ​​of my great socialism."

"...What you said is indeed a truth, but I don't know why it makes me feel a little uncomfortable, and the core values ​​​​of socialism... Sigh... There is no place to teach any kind of courses in the underworld."

The corner of the Night King's mouth twitched stiffly.

"Hmph! Poor! You can't survive five seconds in a breathing game like this!"

Bai Fan pointed his middle finger and stood up.

"What are you going to do?" the Night King asked.

"To the restroom."

Bai Fan turned around angrily and said something.

Damn, it's a big loss, I actually want to buy this guy a drink.

With this in mind, Bai Fan walked towards the toilet.

"Ha ha..."

The Night King laughed twice.

Although a guy like Bai Fan can't be said to have a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, the Night King at least feels that he can safely hand over his back to him.

He picked up his glass again—

......

emmmmmmm...

The Night King is a little restless.

He was indeed a little restless, and he couldn't even drink alcohol.

The current time is seven o'clock in the evening, and the time for Bai Fan to go to the bathroom is six o'clock in the afternoon.

An hour has passed.

This made the Night King have to wonder if Bai Fan fell into the toilet.

"Well, I'm sorry to ask."

The Night King raised his palm, beckoning the waiter to come over.

"Huh? What's the matter? Guest?"

The waiter had a polite smile on his face.

"Isn't there another guest across from me just now? Do you know where he is now?"

"Ah... You said that customer, didn't he already leave an hour ago? He also said, 'The guy in the bill will take care of it, don't worry about it.' In this case, the customer wants to Are you looking for him?"

The waiter looked at the Night King suspiciously.

? ? ? ?

The Night King first narrowed his eyes, and then made a sound of leaking air with difficulty.

This is no longer a matter of mental collapse.

He looked at the smiling waiter.

He touched his pocket again.