Looking at the big snowball beside Zhou Fan, the eyes of the little boy in one middle school and one short blood-clothed boy were straight, and the voice of the tallest blood-clothed little boy with almost completely ruined body emerged from the air: "You are playing tricks, we clearly said that we would throw out the size of a snowball." ”

"There's no conflict between the weight of the throw and the amount I'm talking about, I'm talking about how big the snowball should be, but I don't say that the snowball is a snowball. Zhou Fan retorted: "I don't believe you think about it." ”

The three little boys in bloody clothes were silent for a while, Zhou Fan did say that the size of the snowball he threw was, but he didn't say that it was a snowball.

"It's not fair, you didn't say it in advance. The shortest little boy in the bloody coat said angrily.

"But you didn't say you could move after your arm was broken, and that's not fair to me. Zhou Fan sneered.

The three little boys in bloody clothes were all suffocated.

"Besides, after I threw five snowballs that big, you can throw them at me, which should be fair. Zhou Fan added: "And it's also what you asked me to throw first." ”

The three little boys in blood were silent again, and they fell into confusion in their thoughts.

"We lost. The little boy in the highest blood coat said faintly.

At this moment, another crack appeared in the snow, and the little boy in the bloody coat stepped out.

The little boy in the bloody shirt had a cold face, and he saw the game from beginning to end, but he never interfered, because this was the rule he set, and he couldn't break his own rules.

The little boy in the bloody clothes waved his hand, and Zhou Fan's body disappeared again like a whirlpool.

This kind of movement made Zhou Fan feel dizzy, and when he stood still again, he shook his head, and his vision became clear again, and he looked at the little boy in blood clothes in the room.

This is a studio.

The little boy in blood also appeared by Zhou Fan's side in an instant, and he looked at Zhou Fan silently.

Zhou Fan felt creepy.

"If I send you to the wooden man one-two-three or guess the box, you will still think about winning, because you see their weaknesses, they have a low IQ, so there is no point in doing so. The little boy in blood said slowly.

"Who are you?" asked Zhou Fan.

"Who are you?" asked the little boy in blood.

Such a rhetorical question made Zhou Fan stunned, "Who am I?"

The blood-clothed little boy's eyes were as deep as two swirls of sucking, and Zhou Fan looked at him blankly.

It wasn't until the vortex stopped that Zhou Fan was startled, he woke up completely, his somewhat dull eyes became smart, he looked at the little boy in blood with fear, and at the same time tried to operate the true qi in his body, but in the dream, his body was empty, and there was no true qi at all.

He was just an ordinary person in his dreams.

This fact made his heart sink slightly, and he was obviously able to wake up because of the little boy in blood.

What does this little boy in blood mean?

"Who are you?" the little boy in blood picked up the paintbrush, and with a light touch on the brush, the vermilion paint was smeared on the canvas.

The canvas was still hazy, and Zhou Fan couldn't see the content on the canvas clearly.

"Don't you know who I am?" Zhou Fan thought for a while.

"I only know who you are if you think you are. The little boy in blood said unhurriedly.

It turned out to be a philosophical question...... Zhou Fan thought a little speechlessly, and he replied: "You know me, but I never seem to have seen you." ”

"I know you, and you know me, but you forgot, we haven't seen each other for a long time. The little boy in blood said calmly, his voice without any emotion.

"Could it be that you recognized the wrong person?" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment.

"No, it won't. The little boy in blood said firmly.

Zhou Fan was silent for a while and said, "But my memory is very complete, why don't you tell me, where did you see me?"

"There's no point in talking about it, when you think about it, you think about it, or if I say, you'll suspect that I'm lying to you, and I don't want to talk about the past. The little boy in the bloody shirt didn't look back, focusing on drawing.

"Then what are you looking for me?" Zhou Fan hesitated and asked.

He can't even confirm whether the little boy in blood has good intentions or malice towards him, he prefers that the little boy in blood has malicious intentions towards him, but if it is malicious, why don't you take action against him?

Those games have malicious intentions, but the Bloody Boy deserves a better way.

The attitude of the little boy in the bloody coat was so strange.

The little boy in the bloody shirt hung the paintbrush in his hand and didn't move again, he said slowly: "I don't know, this should be the best chance to kill you, but I'm afraid that you will wake up, so I can't do it directly, I can only try to deal with you according to the rules of the dream, but I didn't expect you to keep a little smart in the dream." ”

Zhou Fan's tense heart relaxed a little when he heard this, and he heard the meaning of the little boy in blood clothes to give up.

But he also understands that the little boy in blood may regard him as an enemy, otherwise he would not want to kill him.

"What kind of enmity do I have with you?" Zhou Fan asked cautiously.

"You're a very nasty person, that's why I want to kill you. The little boy in the bloody coat continued to paint with a paintbrush.

There are many canvases in the studio, but the canvases are all hazy and blurry, and it is difficult to see the specific portraits.

Zhou Fan was a little helpless, he really suspected that the little boy in blood had recognized the wrong person, but he couldn't explain it, because the little boy in blood insisted that he didn't recognize the wrong person.

For a while, Zhou Fan didn't know what to say to this weird little boy in blood.

"It's almost dawn. The little boy in blood sighed and said, "Those products of dream rules are too stupid, you can maintain a little bit of intelligence, they are not your opponents." ”

The vigilance in Zhou Fan's eyes deepened, was the little boy in blood going to attack him?

The little boy in the bloody clothes put the pen on the pen stand, he turned to look at Zhou Fan, his eyes were still deep, and the bloody clothes shook slightly.

Zhou Fan didn't speak, just stared at the little boy in blood in silence, if the little boy in blood really made a move on him, he could only try to avoid it.

Even if he has no true qi, he is not willing to sit back.

"I can't kill you, so there's no point in me staying here, so this night will be the last time I will see you, and the next time we see each other will be a long time. The blood-clad boy's eyes became vicissitudes, and his voice was full of emotion.

"Can you hug me?" said the little boy in blood, who seemed to be making a very common request.

Of course not...... Zhou Fan opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but he found that his body froze and he couldn't move.

The little boy in blood came over, and Zhou Fan found that his arms were spread out, and he hugged the little boy in blood into his arms.

Zhou Fan felt a burst of cold, and the bloody clothes that his arms touched were like ice that would not melt for thousands of years, and the cold eroded him.

Zhou Fan found that his body had become blurry, he looked down at the little boy in blood who was being held by him, and silently thought in his heart: I should have hugged a child, this is nothing.

"Looks like you've really forgotten everything, sister......" the little boy muttered to himself.

This was the last sentence Zhou Fan heard before he left the dream.