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Chapter 515: Four Games of Cruise Ship Hunting (4)

"I call you Song Yuesheng, how can I make you remember me?"

Ruan Jing walked over with a smile.

Song Yuesheng tapped his forehead: "Then speak normally, don't make the bubbling sound just now."

Even the face cannot save the greasiness beneath the fake affection.

Ruan Jing pretended to be deep and said in a bubbling voice: "Why should I listen to you?"

"casual."

Song Yuesheng turned around and looked at He Xiubai: "How did you say you could kill me?"

He Xiubai: "If you don't want to live, go out and jump into the sea."

He spoke with resentment, and Song Yuesheng knew that he couldn't ask what came after "unless".

She pulled the cough syrup and food coloring she was going to use out of her backpack.

"Then wait until I finish mixing the plasma, then we'll take the photo."

The topic changed too quickly, but that didn't stop He Xiubai from refusing.

"No. Your skills are not worthy of cooperation with Hyperion Group."

Song Yuesheng nodded and continued to adjust the plasma.

I'll use a lot tomorrow.

The four bottles the original owner brought might not be enough.

Eh?

Actually, you can...

Song Yuesheng quickly denied the thought.

Ruan Jing is out of control, and if he is pulled in, who knows what unexpected situations may occur.

correct!

There is also Sheng Qiwen.

The same effect can be achieved as long as you lure him here at a specific time.

Ruan Jing looked at Song Yuesheng who was adjusting the plasma: "Since the partner you found refused, I can be your model with great reluctance. Song Yuesheng, cooperating with me can still increase your popularity."

"Need not."

Song Yuesheng tightened the caps of the bottles containing the "plasma", put them into his backpack, then turned his hand gestures and pointed at the center of the two people's eyebrows in turn.

"This is a spell to prevent harassment from common succubi. It lasts for twelve hours."

He Xiubai: "A normal succubus?"

"I am not capable enough, and my magic has limited protection. If you encounter a high-level succubus, you will just have bad luck. I am leaving."

Song Yuesheng put on his backpack, hung the camera around his neck, and turned to leave.

After taking two steps, she looked at Ruan Jing who was blocking her way and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ruan Jing: "I told you I wanted to take a photo with me, you can't leave me alone."

Song Yuesheng sighed: "Can you please speak properly?"

"I talk like this to people I'm interested in..." Ruan Jing took a step forward, leaned over, and said stickily, "Photographers like obedient models. I listen to you and let you take pictures as you like. Isn't that good?"

Song Yuesheng thought for a while, then looked up: "Any style of photography is fine?"

"of course."

Ruan Jing was stunned.

The conversation sounded familiar.

Before he could think about it, he heard Song Yuesheng calling him to put on makeup.

It was only when he was being instructed on the movements and taking photos that Ruan Jing realized it belatedly.

Just like during the day, he seemed to be led by her again.

Ruan Jing turned his head and saw Song Yuesheng standing in the light, taking pictures from all directions with his camera.

She was so quiet while putting on makeup and taking photos that he only realized now that he was being led by her by the nose.

Song Yuesheng noticed the sight, and through the camera, she saw the boy sitting down leaning against the wall, a beam of light shining on him, and darkness behind him.

There was confusion in his eyes.

The whole person is shrouded in loneliness.

Helpless and pitiful.

That's what it feels like!

Song Yuesheng immediately pressed the shutter to freeze the picture.

She possesses all the photography knowledge of the original owner, but photography is an art form, and everyone's aesthetic taste will lead to different shooting styles.

Song Yuesheng couldn't imitate it, so he could only shoot based on his own past experience.

She put down the camera and waved to Ruan Jing who was not far away: "The shooting is done. You pick six photos to retouch. I will send all the photos to you after the game is over tomorrow."

"Didn't you say that taking photos will make people curse? Photographers are really good at deceiving people."

Song Yuesheng handed the camera to Ruan Jing. Hearing the voice, he turned around and looked at He Xiubai in surprise: "You haven't left yet?"

He Xiubai said sullenly, "Is this your cruise ship? I can go wherever I want, why bother meddling in other people's business?"

Song Yuesheng was so intent on using Ruan Jing's photo to cause trouble that he didn't notice He Xiubai was there too.

She thought he had left long ago.

Ruan Jing looked at a few of the photos and found that his face in the camera had scars and looked particularly pitiful.

He frowned and looked at Song Yuesheng unhappily: "Is this the style you are talking about?"

Song Yuesheng explained very naturally: "Your screen image has always been mainly upright and honest, with occasional broken feelings. I have worked with people in the industry, and believe me, fans especially love this kind of contrast."

Only with such a breakthrough point can we accomplish the plan of killing two birds with one stone tomorrow.

Ruan Jing threw the camera away with a gloomy face, said "Your level is just so-so" and left the gallery.

His unhappiness was obvious.

He Xiubai thought that Song Yuesheng would chase after the model and persuade her to come back like other photographers did, but she seemed to only treasure the camera. After taking the camera, she put on her black bag and left.

"Ding dong."

A message came from the phone.

Butler Sun did not find the red umbrella in room 1011.

Right.

The demon hunter's weapons cannot be easily exposed.

He Xiubai touched his forehead.

Spells that protect against succubi... really shouldn't exist.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Song Yuesheng yawned and went to find Yang Qingqing with the Soul-Breaking Umbrella.

Judging from the environment, it looks like a restaurant box.

The four girls slept together, and only Yan Li and Lin Zhou remained awake.

Neither of them showed any surprise when they saw her appear out of nowhere.

Song Yuesheng had no intention of communicating with the two of them, so he closed his umbrella and sat a little further away.

Tang Xuning has a natural attraction to succubi. Perhaps because of Yan Li, other succubi are afraid of the huge difference in strength and dare not approach him, but what about himself?

So are Ruan Jing and He Xiubai.

They were interested in Tang Xuning, but did not take any action to show it.

That is to say, Yan Li used the self-torture tactic to increase favorability tonight.

Is it so easy for a high-level succubus to control desire?

Song Yuesheng was scrolling through his phone boredly.

The information about succubus found on the Internet has mixed reviews.

What I like is the skin of the succubus, but what I hate is that some succubus only eat souls and don’t treat people as human beings.

But no matter what kind of remarks they made, they all showed amazing unity in condemning the Witcher.

Succubus hatred is completely understandable.

But what about people?

Demon hunters exist to protect ordinary people, but they accuse demon hunters of killing their loved ones.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Song Yuesheng glanced over there and saw Lin Zhou put the cup on the table, covering his mouth and coughing continuously, as if he was choked by the tea.

Yan Li had no expression on his face and sat upright.

She felt strange.

Does a high-level succubus need to behave like this?

Tang Xuning has already fallen asleep, who are you keeping vigil for?

Her?

The original owner's three principles have been broken. She will no longer take the initiative to protect Tang Xuning, let alone tell her about the matter.

Song Yuesheng shook his head and continued to browse the news about the Succubus Emperor being killed by a demon hunter six years ago.

The case caused a sensation.

The actor worked diligently and never did anything bad, but he was killed instead. The witcher's personal information was exposed, and he eventually committed suicide due to the overwhelming public opinion.

It is impossible to say who is right or wrong in this matter.

After all, every ethnic group has individual extremists who adhere to the principle of "killing those who are not of my kind."

But from then on, the exorcist clan, which was not very united to begin with, was completely torn apart. The original owner's branch followed Elder Liu and specialized in killing succubi that were causing harm and chaos.

Song Yuesheng didn't rest until the game ended at 6:30 in the morning.

So are Yan Li and Lin Zhou.

The former is a high-level succubus, so it should be fine if she doesn’t sleep.

the latter……

"What's wrong, Miss Song? Is there something on my face?"

Facing the smiling Lin Zhou, Song Yuesheng yawned and said listlessly: "I just admire people who don't rest and are still full of energy."

"Really? Dawan'er, you didn't sleep all night again."

Yang Qingqing looked at Song Yuesheng in shock.

"We are going to divide the time for the night watch. Dawan'er, don't do this tonight. Otherwise, you will be tired during the day and it will be a waste of time to rest."

"By the way, the theater performance is pretty good. We're planning to go together. Da Wan'er, don't forget to come this afternoon."

Song Yuesheng made an "OK" gesture and left with an umbrella.

"Oh no." Yang Qingqing slapped her head, "I forgot to ask Da Wan'er what her weapon was."

"You can ask Sister Yue in the afternoon." Yang Nian was still sleepy and groggy, almost unable to stand. "Sister, let's go back and catch up on our sleep."

Tang Xuning rubbed his head, his eyes full of confusion.

How did she fall asleep last night?

In a place where no one was paying attention, Yan Li quietly loosened his clenched hands and relaxed a lot.

My palms are sweaty.

He hadn't felt this suppressed for a long time.

The other party is also a demon hunter.

If he is careless at all, he will reveal his true form as a succubus.

There is really something wrong with her umbrella.