"Everyone should be very clear about the rules of Werewolf. I am the judge, so this is a nine-person game."
"The werewolf wins when he kills all the villagers or gods, and the good guy wins when he throws all the werewolves."
"We have three werewolves, three villagers, and three priests: prophet, witch, hunter... After the round, the losing camp will accept the punishment. Now I will issue the cards, and each person will draw one."
Xie Yuqing drew a villager.
She breathed a sigh of relief and could paddle.
What made her even more happy was that she was killed on the first night.
"I am a villager, gone."
She left her last words and put on the rabbit ear headband that symbolized "death".
"It's so perfunctory," the host commented with a smile.
Xie Yuqing lowered her head and took a mouthful of kelp, but she couldn't taste it.
It was recorded at 11 o'clock in the morning. Six hours later, she seemed to have a fever again and her body felt tight and uncomfortable.
Anyway, "dead", Xie Yuqing believed that the program crew would cut out her current scene, so she just closed her eyes and fell asleep.
At the end of the round, since two of the good guys in the camp didn't know how to play and followed the wrong prophet, the werewolf won.
"Femi! I knew it!" An annoyed He Dongdong knocked the woman next to her on the table with his headband. It was obvious that they had a good relationship in private.
Xie Yuqing didn't dare to fall asleep. When she heard the round was over, she opened her eyes.
The staff outside the venue brought in a plate of strange ingredients, including bitter melon juice, lemon, mustard, chili...
Amidst the wailing, Femi, Zuo Ruixuan and Yu Qing, as the werewolves of the winning side, began to DIY punishment ingredients.
"If we are friends, put less mustard!" He Dongdong shouted at Femi who was squeezing the mustard bottle hard.
Fermi squeezed harder.
"..."
On the side, Yu Qing whispered to Zuo Ruixuan, and then waved to the outside.
The assistant waiting next to the plane immediately came over carrying a small bag.
"Huh? Director, can you bring private goods?"
The director sitting outside the camera smiled and waved his hand at them, indicating that he didn't care about this.
Yu Qing was facing several camera seats, with his back slightly bent, and he was unpacking something beside him. Xie Yuqing couldn't see it, but the host saw it clearly, and he suddenly showed a hesitant look on his face.
This guy definitely didn't hold back his moves.
Xie Yuqing yawned silently and was about to look away when the figure suddenly walked to her desk and stood still.
She raised her head and met Yu Qing's slightly lowered gaze.
"Drink up."
He put down a bowl with some orange liquid.
Xie Yuqing was stunned, "What is this?"
Looking at the slightly thick orange liquid, her first reaction was, couldn't it be some kind of pigment paste?
But then I thought about it, no matter how rude he was, he couldn't kill her in front of everyone, right?
So he frowned and took a tentative sip.
Hey, it's actually sweet? Like...
The taste of syrup?
When she leaned back, a low voice also reached her ears.
"Fever-reducing medicine."
These three very light words made Xie Yuqing pause.
As soon as a mouthful of suspension slipped into her throat, she swallowed unconsciously and looked at him in surprise.
However, Yu Qing dropped those three words, walked to another table, and put down the bitter melon juice with mustard.
Ma Chongyao: "..."
Xie Yuqing's eyes followed Yu Qing's figure.
This man...
It’s really hard to guess what’s going on.
He seems to care about her, but at the same time he secretly irritates her...
By the way, he also posted a very directional Moments message yesterday, which was confusing and uncomfortable.