"Okay." Wu Chen pressed the button and asked, "How should I return?"

"After the plot progresses for a quarter of an hour, you can automatically jump out, no, return." Feizhai couldn't hide his nervousness: "If you start harvesting within a quarter of an hour, you will make the most profit."

"15 minutes." Wu Chen asked with a smile: "Is it a way of survival similar to the 404 Ring Road?"

"No." Fei Zhai shook his head nervously: "The fragment in front of me just happened in the mansion... a couple's daily life, there is no danger."

"'Emergency exit'?" Wu Chen is a big player after all, and a retreat is essential.

"Elevator." Feizhai warned: "Pull out the card and escape immediately."

"Got it." Wu Chen clicked on floors 7 and 8 at the same time.

Watching the elevator door slowly closing, Fatty felt relaxed at first, then hurriedly covered his mouth. He held his breath and listened to make sure that the elevator was running. Then he took a deep breath and returned quickly.

The soles of his feet vibrated slightly, and the elevator accelerated downward. Wu Chen stood upright, looking forward. Through the crack in the door, he could see the momentary glimmer of light as he passed through the floors. The glimmer of light became faster and faster, until it became a line and suddenly came into view. Wu Chen subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Block.

When the white light faded, his eyes looked again. He saw a pair of fat hands pushing open the gorgeous door. Wu Chen tried to raise his head, but strangely found that he had lost control of his body. He couldn't even blink. He seemed...

...by possessing him, he entered the body of the owner of the fat hand and hid it in his mind. The owner of the fat hand is obviously the person in the play and the male owner of this villa.

"Not good." Wu Chen finally understood the full meaning of the "special method" mentioned by Fei Zhai. No wonder he couldn't bring the creation into the shelter because it was useless.

The light in front of his eyes dimmed. The original owner of the body began to breathe rapidly. As far as the eye could see, there was a gorgeous double bed. The beautiful body of the lady of the mansion was spread out, with only silk and satin covering her body. Just a beautiful back, which had already attracted the attention of the man.

Master, my heartbeat is speeding up and I can't resist. Before the male master's hot gaze burns every inch of his fragrant skin with lust, the hostess has already urged her: "Why are you still standing there?"

"Oh." The male host was obedient and cautious. He stepped forward lightly, for fear of offending the beauty.

However, Wu Chen, the spy in his mind, did not expect what he did next.

The male host is familiar with the house and gives the female host... a massage?

What kind of plot is this!

To paraphrase a player: I have taken off my pants, show me this?!

Next, is the daily life of an old couple. While enjoying the free massage, the hostess talks endlessly about her incompetent husband. The man occasionally answers, but is very careful with her. If her hands have any evil intentions, the hostess will be rude.

It is conceivable that the couple's life will be interrupted by their falling out.

Just when Wu Chen thought there was no more suspense, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance floating around, and the male host quietly held his breath.

The aroma is weird.

As Wu Chen thought, with the aroma filling the air and the master's skillful massage techniques, the mistress gradually let down her guard and relaxed and fell asleep. She repeatedly confirmed that the mistress was asleep. The man's uncontrollable agitation was like a slave who was about to break his shackles and rebelled against desire.

He stayed aloof all day long and enslaved his mistress endlessly.

One hand was taking off the bathrobe indiscriminately, while the other hand was quickly calculating the hostess's ovulation period.

It's ridiculous and sad. Wu Chen has figured out the plot. In order to retain the heart of the hostess and maintain this marriage that has long existed in name only, the male host takes advantage of the massage to drug him and secretly conceives. He watches with cold eyes and sees the quick preparation of the hostess.

He made a panicked mistake again, and then made an unorganized remedy. Wu Chen guessed that this was the first time he had implemented a plan in a long time.

After struggling on the left and struggling on the right, everything was finally ready, all that was left was the east wind.

With trembling hands, the male host slowly lifted up the thin silk quilt wrapped in the gift of the Creator from top to bottom.

Wu Chen was also lucky enough to have a feast for his eyes.

But the devil is always in the details.

Seeing the sudden appearance of spring, the male host suddenly stopped.

On the crook of the hostess's leg near her thigh, a row of crimson fingerprints stood out.

In desperation, the male owner lifted up the quilt. There was a row of similar fingerprints on the other side of his leg.

When the man stretched out his hand tremblingly and used his stubby fingers to mark the finger marks that were obviously not left by him, Wu Chen also quickly figured out the position. It was obvious. Not long ago, another man took the perfect body of the mistress.

The hostess's body was held up face to face, hanging in front of her like a koala. Although the hostess took a bath in time, she thought she could hide everything. However, she ignored the unconcerned back and the joy left by wanton indulgence.

Anger was like a silent volcano, gathering in the chest of the man.

He struggled to get up. Even if he fell off the bed due to the violent movement, he could no longer care about it. The male host struggled to get up, fetched the famous brand sachet that the hostess carried when going out, tore open the private room card, and quietly put it away.

In the bag, it is extremely eye-catching and unobstructed.

"Bitch, bitch!" The man's rage could not be greater. Even the consciousness of Wu Chen hiding in his mind was distorted by him.

Since ancient times, adultery has resulted in human death.

When Wu Chen resumed his peek, he saw a double-barreled shotgun pointed at the back of the hostess's head. It revealed incomparable malice.

As long as those hands that hold the gun steady gently pull the trigger, the sleeping mistress will have her brains burst and her fragrance will disappear.

Wu Chen noticed that the male host at this time was not at all panicked.

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As a major lord-level player, Wu Chen naturally knows that this moment is the coveted "key node" that can influence the direction of the plot. Science fiction players commonly call it: "key frame".

It comes from the term of computer animation. It refers to the frame where the key action occurs when the movement of a character or object changes. The frame is equivalent to the original painting in two-dimensional animation. The animation between two adjacent key frames is called a "transition frame" or

"Intermediate frame". Compared with the plot world, it refers to the subsequent main plot line that evolves and extends after the key nodes are determined (archived).

The opportunity is fleeting. Wu Chen needs to make an immediate decision: whether to intervene and how to intervene.

At the moment when the trigger was pulled, Wu Chen took action.

The Omega (Ω) brain wave, which had been sleeping since returning to the asylum, was stimulated and emitted. It was like a mental shock wave that hit the male owner's brain hard and forcibly took away control of the body.

"Boom -" the muzzle of the gun was raised, and the crystal chandelier exploded.

"Ahhh! Who is it, who is it--" The male protagonist dropped his gun and held his head, rolling on the ground.

One blow missed, and Wu Chen was already exposed.

Like dual personalities, fighting for control of the body. A sudden mental storm followed and violently erupted in the male host's mind.

Even from the joint perspective of Wu Chen and the male host, the earth was shaking, cracks were spreading, the mansion was in pieces, crumbling, and it was about to collapse, and there was nothing that could be done. Through the cracks in the wall, the male host was horrified to discover that it seemed that the entire

The world is broken together!!

"Get out, get out!" The male host looked ferocious and beat his head desperately, trying to drive Wu Chen out of his mind.

Heavy blows would inevitably affect Wu Chen. Just imagine, how could Wu Chen escape into the elevator if he couldn't control this body.

Seeing that they were about to be buried together with this pair of dogs, the male owner suddenly became stiff.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointing diagonally at his chest from the bed.

That shot woke up the lady of the mansion.

"White, white jade..." The male host raised his hands in the air, his whole body shaking: "One day a husband, a wife, a hundred days of grace. If you have something to say, say it well..."
Chapter completed!