Looking at the big snowball beside Zhou Fan, the little boy in blood-clothed clothes with one middle and one short and one short, his eyes were straightened, and his voice, the boy in blood-clothed clothes with almost all his body, appeared from the air: "You are cheating, we clearly agreed to throw out the size of a snowball."

"The amount thrown does not conflict with the amount I said. I mean how big the snowball thrown should be, but I didn't say that the snowball thrown is just a snowball." Zhou Fan retorted: "If you don't believe me, think about it."

The three little boys in blood were silent for a moment. Zhou Fan did say the size of the snowball thrown out, but he never said that it was a snowball.

"This is unfair, you didn't explain it in advance." The shortest little boy in blood said indignantly.

"But you didn't say that your arms could still move after they were broken, which was not fair to me." Zhou Fan sneered.

The three little boys in blood were all suffocated.

"Besides, after I throw five such a big snowball, you can throw such a big one at me. This should be fair." Zhou Fan added: "And you asked me to throw it first."

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

"We lost." said the little boy in the highest blood-clothed clothes quietly.

At this time, another crack appeared on the snow, and the little boy in blood walked out.

The little boy in the blood-clothed dress looked cold. He saw this game from beginning to end, but he never interfered with it because this was the rule he set and he could not break his own rules.

The little boy in blood-clothed painting waved his hand, and Zhou Fan's body disappeared again like a whirlpool.

This shift made Zhou Fan feel dizzy. When he stood still again, he shook his head and his vision became clearer again. He looked at the little boy in blood in the room.

This is a studio.

The little boy in blood also appeared next to Zhou Fan 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 Shopa-scissor, you will still think of winning because you see their weaknesses and their IQ is very low, so there is no point in doing so." The little boy in blood said slowly.

"Who are you?" Zhou Fan asked.

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

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

The little boy in blood was as deep as two vortexes that sucked people. Zhou Fan stared blankly into his eyes.

It was not until the vortex stopped that Zhou Fan was suddenly shocked. He woke up completely. His eyes became agile. He looked at the little boy in blood and tried to circulate the true energy in his body. However, in his dream, his body was empty and there was no true energy at all.

He was just an ordinary person in his dream.

This fact made his heart slightly sink. It was obviously 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 brush, lightly taped the brush, and wiped the vermilion paint on the canvas.

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

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

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

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

"I recognize you, and you recognize me, but you forgot. We haven't seen each other for a long time." The little boy in blood said calmly, his voice did not contain any emotions.

"Are you acknowledging the wrong person?" Zhou Fan said in a daze.

"No." 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 meet me?"

"This kind of topic is meaningless. When you think about it, you will remember it. Otherwise, I will suspect that I am lying to you, and I don't want to tell you about the past." The little boy in blood did not look back and focused on drawing pictures.

"Then what's wrong with you looking for me?" Zhou Fan hesitated and asked.

He can't confirm whether the little boy in blood is kind or malicious to him. He prefers that the little boy in blood is malicious to him, but if it is malicious, why don't he take action against him?

Those games are malicious, but the little boy in blood should have a better way.

The little boy in blood was so strange.

The little boy in blood kept his brush hanging in his hand and didn't move again. He slowly said, "I don't know, this should be the best opportunity to kill you, but I'm afraid 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 maintain a little bit of wisdom in your dream."

Zhou Fan relaxed a little when he heard this, and he heard the little boy in blood-clothed to give up.

But I also understand that the little boy in blood might have treated him as an enemy, otherwise he would not have wanted to kill him.

"What kind of hatred do I have with you?" Zhou Fan asked carefully.

"You are a very annoying person, so you want to kill you." The little boy in blood continued to draw with his brush.

There are many canvases in the studio, but the canvases are all blurry and cannot see the specific portraits clearly.

Zhou Fan was a little helpless. He really suspected that the little boy in blood had recognized the wrong person, but he could not explain it because the little boy in blood was very persistent that he did not recognize the wrong person.

For a moment, 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, "The products of those dream rules are too stupid. If you can maintain a little wisdom, they are not your opponent."

Zhou Fan's eyes became more and more alert. Is the little boy in blood going to attack him?

The little boy in blood put the pen on the pen holder. He turned around and looked at Zhou Fan. His pupils were still deep, and the bloody clothes were slightly shaking.

Zhou Fan didn't say anything, but just looked at the little boy in blood in silence. If the little boy in blood really attacked him, he could only try to avoid it.

Even if he lost his true energy, he was unwilling to wait for death.

"I can't kill you, so it doesn't make sense for me to stay here, so this night will be my last meeting with you, and it will take a long time to meet you next time." The little boy in blood's eyes became vicissitudes, and his voice was filled with emotion.

"Can you hug me?" The little boy in blood said relaxed, as if he was just making a very ordinary request.

Of course not... Zhou Fan wanted to refuse, but he found that his body had frozen and he could not 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 in arms.

Zhou Fan felt a chill, and the bloody clothes he touched with his arms were like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and the coldness eroded him.

Zhou Fan found that his body became blurred. He looked down at the little boy in blood who was being held by him and silently said to himself: I just thought I was holding a child, this is nothing.

"It seems you really forgot everything, sister..." the little boy murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!