Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

in the room.

Seeing Yan Jun walk into the room and sit in front of him, Ning Zhiguo became nervous, and he couldn't help but tremble and asked, "Is the god of death coming to me again?"

Yan Jun glanced at the death countdown above his head and nodded helplessly.

boom!

Ning Zhiguo slapped the table abruptly, and roared in a low voice in shock and anger, "Too much deceiving! Too much deceiving!!"

"Don't worry Ning Uncle, I will protect you." Yan Jun comforted.

"That was not what I meant."

Ning Zhiguo waved his hand and frowned, "I just think that the god of death has no bottom line. He almost killed me in such a sinister way in the morning. Now even a day has not passed, and it has come again!"

"If you have a bottom line, then you won't be called a god of death."

Yan Jun sighed, empathizing with Ning Zhiguo’s words.

As soon as he woke up this morning, he was going to protect five people who had triggered the omen of death at the same time.

Although he has a system, all rewards require merit points to draw the lottery, and the mechanism of the lottery is still so pitiful.

At the end of the day, he did not dare to slack off at all, and it could be said that he was physically and mentally exhausted.

The first day is still like this, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?

What should we do when we face more people who need our own protection and salvation in the future?

Yan Jun feels a lot of pressure just thinking about it.

But no way.

Now that he was selected by the system, he should shoulder greater responsibility.

There is only one belief.

Fight with death until the end of your life!

Yan Jun's eyes flashed a resolute look.

"Yan Jun..." Ning Zhiguo suddenly shouted in a nervous tone.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

"Do you blame me?"

"Um?"

Yan Jun looked puzzled: "What's your fault?"

Ning Zhiguo pondered for a moment, then lowered his head slightly, his face did not have the usual temperament and style of the richest man in Jiangcheng: "Uncle gave gifts in your live broadcast room, and gave up his old face and walked out the back door, taking Xiaoxue with you. Arranging in a room for you to protect her in a way that is not clear enough and adds to the burden on you."

"But there's no way. Uncle is a vulgar person. This is the only way to find a chance for Xiaoxue."

"I hope you don't have any grudges!"

The voice fell.

Not only Yan Jun has a sincere respect for Ning Zhiguo, but even the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room are full of goodwill towards the richest man in Jiangcheng.

He gave Yan Jun hundreds of millions of gifts, but he felt guilty and did not oppress people with money and identity.

Open-minded, father's love is like a mountain.

Some netizens were moved to tears.

"Ning Uncle, don't say that."

Yan Jun smiled embarrassedly, trying to make the atmosphere in the room less serious; "Xiaoxue is very good, and I... like it too."

"Well, that's good, that's good." Ning Zhiguo nodded with relief.

The two were silent for a while.

After a while, Ning Zhiguo asked in a hoarse voice, "Yan Jun, can you promise Uncle one thing?"

"No." Yan Jun blurted out.

? ? ?

"Cough...cough..."

Not only Ning Zhiguo was choked, but even the hundreds of millions of netizens in the live broadcast room were stunned.

"Ning Uncle, if you want to explain anything, I can't promise you."

Yan Jun immediately explained: "I have the confidence to protect you from breaking the three-day curse of death."

The words fall.

Ning Zhiguo was instantly stunned, and there was a little more appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Yan Jun.

"Yan Jun, you are a good boy, and the burden on your shoulders will be heavier and heavier in the future."

"But no matter what happens in the future, I hope you can take care of Xiaoxue, okay?"

After speaking, Ning Zhiguo looked at Yan Jun with a look of anticipation.

Yan Jun nodded and said solemnly: "Okay! Ning Uncle, I promise you!"

156!

155!

154!

Looking at the countdown to death above Ning Zhiguo's head, Yan Jun once again decided to plan ahead.

"System! Upgrade the Eye of Supervision, target Ning Zhiguo!"

"Ding! Ning Zhiguo's death screen has been opened!"

As the voice of the system in his mind fell, Yan Jun's death picture appeared in front of Yan Jun.

...

ten seconds later.

A very strange expression appeared on Yan Jun's face.

Ning Zhiguo and the netizens who were watching the live broadcast at the moment were surprised.

"Brother Jun, what does this expression mean?"

"There is a little disappointment in the surprise, there is happiness in the disappointment, and there is silence in the happiness."

"Brother upstairs is awesome, you can describe the complicated expression on Brother Jun's face!"

"Brother Jun, did you foresee something? Let's talk about it, everyone is anxious to death!"

"That's right! Brother Jun, don't hang your appetite!"

In the room, Yan Jun said nothing.

At this moment, the staff of Safe House No. 9 brought Ning Zhiguo's dinner.

A bowl of white rice and a plate of tomato scrambled eggs were placed on the table.

Ning Zhiguo, who had not eaten much for a day, also had some appetite at this time. He picked up his chopsticks and was about to start eating, but was suddenly stopped by Yan Jun.

"Ning Uncle, you wait first!"

Yan Jun's tone was solemn, with a solemn expression on his face.

Ning Zhiguo put down his chopsticks, looked at Yan Jun, and then looked at the dinner on the table. He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Could it be that... this meal was poisoned by the god of death?

This is too outrageous, right? ! !

Ning Zhiguo's throat was surging, he looked at Yan Jun nervously, but he held back when he wanted to ask something.

All in all, just listen to Yan Jun.

56!

63038!

63037!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for saving a life, +1 merit point!"

almost at the same time.

The countdown to death above Ning Zhiguo's head changed, and a system prompt sounded in Yan Jun's mind.

Yan Jun was stunned, feeling too unreal.

In the death scene, Ning Zhiguo choked to death while eating.

Because of this, Yan Jun stopped him from eating, and at the same time, he was full of energy, and was fully prepared to always be on guard against the god of death.

But never imagined...

Ning Zhiguo's death crisis was resolved so lightly!

Yan Jun felt like he was punching cotton with all his strength.

When the god of death did such a thing, he really felt a little uncomfortable.

Could it be that the god of death has already exhausted his skills?

"Okay Ning Uncle, you can have dinner now." The look on Yan Jun's face was relieved.

"Can you eat?"

Ning Zhiguo hesitated, but still didn't dare to put down his chopsticks: "Is there any poison in this meal?"

When the words fell, Yan Jun couldn't help laughing and crying: "Don't worry, how can there be poison in the food?"

At the same time, more than a dozen high-level executives in the monitoring room and hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were at a loss.

"Damn it! What's the situation? Can you explain it, Brother Jun?"

"You're thinking about what to eat. They're explaining it to you. If you think about it yourself, it's easy to figure it out."

"Then you want to understand?"

"Uh, not yet."

At this time, a smart audience in the live broadcast room stood up.