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Chapter 22
Wen Qing gripped Sikong's sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Sikong looked down at him, Wen raised his head slightly, with the word nervousness written all over his face, soft black hair stuck to his cheeks and forehead, like a timid cat, watching what he wanted Then, carefully stick out the claws.
Sikong was soft-hearted towards the creature, and after being silent for a moment, he slowly opened his mouth: "We are different from you."
Wen Qing was stunned: "What do you think?"
Yes it is, no it is not.
What is different?
Different types of players?
Why don't you speak clearly!
He looked at Sikong blankly: "That...I don't understand."
Sikong frowned slightly: "Why are you so stupid."
Wen Qing whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't play games very much."
He usually works part-time in addition to classes, and he watches movies, TV, video games and board games during his breaks.
Sikong looked at his trembling eyelashes and asked, "What do you think we are?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips and whispered her speculation: "Yu Xing said that this game is very simple, just read the words and think."
"If it's true, I'm an ordinary human being, because I am an ordinary human being."
"You, Yu Xing, and the teacher are magic cards..."
Wen Qing paused and looked at Sikong nervously.
Sikong looked at him quietly and asked, "Because?"
Wen Qing took a deep breath and said, "Because you are NPCs."
According to the thinking in the book, Sikong is a good NPC, helping human players.
Teacher depression is a bad NPC.
Sikong: "..."
He really thought that if the truth of yulking punishment was placed in front of Wen Qing, Wen Qing could even step on it crookedly.
Seeing that Sikong was speechless, Wen lightly let go of the hand that was pulling on the other's sleeve.
Sikong glanced at his actions and said, "How do you think this game world came to be?"
To be honest, Wen Qing thought about it, he just wanted to end the game quickly, and didn't want to go to the bottom of the game.
Sikong asked now, he thought about it seriously.
Supernatural powers, monsters in mythology books, weird nursery rhymes...
Wen Qing frowned and asked tentatively, "Did some alien from a higher civilization do it?"
Sikong was silent again.
Wen lightly explained his thoughts: "I, I have watched this kind of TV series playing games, and in the end it was made by aliens..."
Apart from aliens, he really couldn't think of any other reasonable reason.
There can never be a god in the world, right?
Feudal "superstition" is not acceptable.
Seeing Wen Qing's thoughts, Si Kong was speechless.
Wen Qing said again, "Don't you believe in the existence of aliens?"
"The head of my dormitory doesn't believe it. He even believes in the existence of ghosts and gods."
Sikong: "...he's very smart."
Wen Qing heard whether this was a simple compliment or a mockery, and looked up at Sikong.
Sikong: "It's already nine o'clock, and there are still twelve hours before the vote."
"Do you already know the answer to the customs clearance?"
"I don't know." Wen Qing shook his head, glanced around the room for the clock, turned his head, and saw a small electric clock on the bedside table.
It's exactly nine o'clock.
Was this clock there just now?
The thought flashed by, Wen Qing thought a lot, and quickly counted the clues with her fingers.
1. The guides are ordinary human beings.
Second, the guide is not the part on the license plate.
3. There is a close relationship between the use of the guide card.
Wen Qing thought about it for a while, but there was no real answer.
Suddenly, he had a flash of light.
correct! If you can't think of it, then push it back!
In short, the guide is either himself, Li Siwen or Zhou Zhou.
What kind of guide is to be one of the three of them?
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, and the veil covering the answer in front of her seemed to become clearer and clearer.
Just a second before he was about to open it, there was a long, long-lasting sound from his belly.
A long beep ended, followed by a short beep.
Sikong couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.
Wen Qing's face turned red, he bent his legs, quietly pressed his belly with his hands, and stammered, "I'm sorry..."
He has eaten since he woke up.
Sikong: "Hungry?"
Wen nodded lightly.
I still felt hungry just now, and when my stomach growled, hunger instantly swept my mind.
so hungry, craving food, craving cookies...
After making sure that her stomach stopped crying, Wen Qing hurriedly put on her shoes and said to Sikong, "I-I'll wash my face and wake up."
After speaking, he walked to the bathroom without looking back.
"You want to eat..." Sikong pursed his lips and swallowed his words.
Wen Qing walked to the bathroom and saw the soda biscuits on the washstand at first sight, as well as a bottle of cow milk.
Wen Qing was startled, the biscuit cow "milk" was actually put in the toilet?
Sikong's hobby is a bit strange...
He stepped forward quickly, washed his face, and looked down at the package of soda crackers.
It's his favorite flavor.
Wen Qing swallowed the water, picked up the biscuit cow "milk", and walked out of the bathroom quickly.
He walked away and asked in a low voice, "Can I eat this?"
Sikong responded.
Wen Qing couldn't wait to open the package, stuffed two pieces into his mouth, then stretched out his hand, placed the biscuits in the sky, and asked vaguely, "Aren't you going to eat them?"
Sikong: "Don't eat."
Wen Qing stared at him, determined that Sikong didn't want to eat it at all, then opened the cow "milk" and drank the cow "milk" while eating the biscuits.
After gobbling down most of the biscuits, was finally so hungry.
Wen lightly squeezed the biscuit package and glanced at Sikong cautiously.
Si Kongcai is tall, with sharp features, and he doesn't look like someone who eats in the toilet.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Qing couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Why is the biscuit cow 'milk' on the washstand?"
Sikong: "Ask yourself."
Wen Qing was "confused", although he wanted to eat biscuits, he wanted to eat them in the toilet.
With a blank expression on his face, Sikong looked away and said indifferently, "You can ask about the aliens."
Wen Qing: "..."
After solving the "milk" of the biscuit cow, Wen Qing returned to the soft bed again.
Too many things happened in the morning, his nerves have been tense all the time, here he is full of food and drink, his brain seems to become lingering, and his thoughts have turned into strands of sleepiness, which tangled his upper and lower eyelids.
Sikong turned his head to the side, looked at Wen Qing's light blue-black eyes, and whispered, "Go to sleep."
Wen Qing forced her eyes to open and asked, "Sikong...you, are you gay?"
Sikong: "..."
Wen Qing said vaguely, "Yu Xing said you like me like this..."
"Not gay."
Hearing the answer he wanted, a big rock in Wen Qing's heart finally fell to the ground, he murmured vaguely, hugged the soft quilt, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.
*****
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing was "fascinated" and "fascinated" and felt that she was being pushed.
He hummed and turned, and a horrifying word suddenly sounded above his head: "Get up, vote."
Wen Qing abruptly opened her eyes, sat up, and stared blankly at Sikong who was standing beside the bed.
After a while, his brain began to spin slowly.
He fell asleep in Sikong's room.
Wen Qing lowered her head and "rubbed" her eyes, her voice was slightly hoarse: "Don't scare me..."
Seeing his "fascinated", "fascinated" stare, Sikong stretched his brows and said to him, "Voting will take place in half an hour."
Wen Qing paused and looked at the clock next to her in disbelief.
It shows 8:30 impressively.
? ? ?
He slept from nine in the morning to eight-thirty in the evening?
Wen Qing was shocked: "I, why did I sleep for so long?"
He got up quickly, put on his shoes, and walked quickly.
The second he held his hand, Wen Qing paused and turned to look at Sikong: "That...Aren't you going down?"
Sikong lowered his eyelashes and looked at his sneakers: "Tie your shoelaces."
Sikong took a step forward, and in the next second, Wen Qing squatted down quickly, and tied his shoes.
He paused and looked away: "Let's go."
Wen Qing nodded, followed Sikong and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to write?"
Sikong asked back, "Who are you going to vote for?"
Wen said slowly, "I-I still have an answer."
He tugged at Sikong's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever wanted to understand what a guide is?"
Sikong glanced at him and said something.
Seeing this, Wen said in a low voice, "Have you come up with something..."
So is another person dying tonight?
Teacher Zhou Zhou casts stagnation...
Wen Qing Wuzhi clenched Sikong's sleeve, his feelings for Yu Xing were very complicated.
Most of them were afraid and hated, and Yu Xing told him a lot of important clues.
Going downstairs, Ji Yu and Zhou Zhou Li Siwen were already sitting around the table, Yu Xing was standing by the stairs, leaning against the railing like bones.
Wen Qing followed Sikong closely and walked to the first floor when she heard Yu Xing blowing a long whistle: "See you in a day, has it nourished a lot?"
Wen Qing raised her eyes and met Yu Xing's teasing gaze.
Yu Xing's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes kept turning around on Wen Qing: "Little poor, have you been fooling around in Sikong all day?"
Wen Qing justified him, walked straight down the last step, stopped and turned to look at Yu Xing.
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, stared at his pale and tender cheeks, and teased: "Sikong this guy is quite supportive."
Wen slightly frowned, struggled for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Yu Xing, Teacher Zhou Zhou may vote for you."
Yu Xing was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he leaned forward: "Why did you tell me?"
"Shouldn't you..." He dragged his tail and asked in a dignified manner, "Have you fallen in love with me."
He lowered his volume a little, and everyone else looked at him.
Feeling the burning gaze behind her, Wen Qing blushed, angry and annoyed: "I'm..."
Afraid of being heard by others, he exhaled and whispered, "I-I'm here to prepare you mentally!"
Yu Xing tilted his head and followed in a low voice.
"What kind of mental preparation, mental preparation to die?"
"Little poor, I'm dying, can you..."
Yu Xing curved his lips and hinted, "Let me do it."
Wen Qing: ? ? ?
I'll kill you!
He immediately put his hands behind his back and walked downstairs quickly.
Yu Xing let out a low laugh, and jumped down two steps.
"I saved your life last night."
Wen Qing's footsteps stopped abruptly.
In fact, he was not sure whether the divine card of stagnation was of the same camp or not.
If it's euthanasia, it's good, you can't let him die.
If euthanasia is bad...
Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking to herself, it's a repayment of the life-saving grace last night, and other things will be considered later.
Yu Xing walked lazily beside him, tilted his head and leaned into his ear: "Little Holy Father, please save me."
Yu Xing said the same thing before, the difference is that the last time Wen Qing heard this, he was ashamed and angry. This time, he lowered his eyelashes and asked in a low voice, "What can you do?"
Yu Xing snorted and turned his head to look at the huge clock on the wall: "There are still twenty minutes, it's too late."
Wen Qing frowned slightly, and quickly asked, "What's not enough?"
Looking at the worry in his eyes, Yu Xing pressed his tongue against his back molars and said word by word, "Do, love, ah."
"I am persistent."
"..."
Wen Qing was speechless, thinking that at such a time, Yu Xing still had the mind to joke!
Yu Xing blinked and said, "So just kiss."
"Let's kiss for twenty minutes."
Wen Qingqi's eyes began to turn red, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Is this what you said to save you?"
Yu Xing Dang Erlang nodded and said in his mouth, "Yes, yes."
"Only the little Holy Father's physical energy can save me."
Wen Qing was even more angry, angry that Xing was joking when he was dying, and that he had slept for a day and could figure out a way to clear the customs.
His eyes became more and more red, and a layer of water mist appeared in the bottom of his eyes.
Yu Xing stared for a while, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why can't you bear me?"
"Then..."
Before he finished speaking, Sikong suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Wen Qing's arm, and walked downstairs quickly.
Yu Xing pouted and snorted.
"He's fine." Sikong said.
Wen Qing was stunned, and stared at Sikong's side face blankly: "What, what are you thinking?"
Sikong: "Zi Si."
Wen Qing was pulled to the table and sat down with a blank face.
He pondered and thought, is it possible that the magic card can be opened?
Or are there other means of life-saving for stagnation?
β¦β¦β¦β¦
Wen Qing couldn't understand, and seeing that Sikong was not ready to explain, he continued to ask.
Anyway, it's fine.
The sound of friction between the chair and the ground came one after another, and Zhou Zhou and Ji Yu Yuxing took their seats in turn.
Wen glanced at the clock, fifteen minutes before the vote.
Li Siwen is nowhere to be seen.
He tugged at Sikong's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to write?"
Sikong answered and asked, "How about you?"
Wen Qing said honestly, "Abstain."
He also wanted to understand the most crucial point.
Wen Qing asked in a low voice, "Are you going to abstain from me?"
Sikong: "I can't abstain."
Warm a light meal, can not abstain, not not to abstain.
He tilted his head and stared at Sikong's profile, and suddenly realized one thing: "Do your magic cards have many restrictions?"
Sikong hummed.
Wen Qing suddenly realized: "No wonder you Yu Xing can't speak clearly every time."
There were restrictions.
Sikong was expressionless, thinking to himself, what he said about Yu Xing was already clear.
After a moment of silence, he said, "He knows anything you do or say here."
he?
Wen Qing thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Do you mean the system?"
Sikong responded.
Wen nodded lightly and whispered, "It's like this in novels and TV shows."
"Maybe it's the power of alien technology."
Sikong: "..."
The next second, the empty chair on Wen Qing's right was pulled away.
Yu Xing crossed his legs lazily, held his cheeks with one hand, and said with a smile, "Little Holy Father, what do you want to know? I can tell you."
Wen Qing turned her head away and didn't look at him, as long as Yu Xing responded to him, he would say something "chaotic".
So the best thing to do is to ignore him.
Yu Xing bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the table: "Sikong, what did you and our little Wen say lightly?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Zhou Jiyu, who was at the table, lifted his eyelids and glanced at it at the same time.
Sikong spoke, only the rhythmic percussion of Yu Xing remained.
"Da da daβ¦β¦"
The atmosphere was very strange.
Wen Qing was a little uncomfortable and frowned.
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs.
Li Siwen ran downstairs quickly. She was wearing a long white dress and her long hair was draped over her shoulders. The crazy woman looked completely different yesterday.
Wen Qing is now particularly afraid of her normal appearance, and stares at her firmly.
Li Siwen's "color" is ruddy, with a smile on his face, and his eyes are bright.
Looks more normal than yesterday.
As if knowing some unprecedented good news, the spirit of the whole person is different.
Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and after Li Siwen walked to the first floor, Zhou Zhou suddenly stood up, and the two walked towards him together.
He was so scared that his heart skipped a beat.
Li Siwen stood in front of Wen Qing, the hair in his ears tugged behind his head, bowed 90 degrees, and sincerely apologized: "Wen Qing, I'm sorry, I was wrong yesterday."
"I shouldn't lie to you that Sikong is not on the third floor, I shouldn't lie to you to drive, and I shouldn't even want to grab you to drive. It's my brain that's not clear, it's me that's driven crazy by this game."
Talking, she took another step forward, closer to Wen Qing: "I don't ask you to forgive me, I just imagine you apologize sincerely, you, if you want to scold me, scold me, if you want Hit me, hit me."
"As long as I can get out of here, I, the next half of my generation will treat you like a cow and a horse."
Wen Qing didn't know why Li Siwen became like this, he not only felt sorry, but also felt even more afraid, so he subconsciously moved closer to Sikong.
Watching his movements, Zhou Zhou's eyes turned cold.
He bent his lips, and said to Li Siwen without smiling, "Is the sincerity of your apology only in your mouth?"
Li Siwen was stunned for a while, but quickly reacted, she straightened up, raised her hand, and slapped herself fiercely, her cheeks instantly turning red.
She glanced at Zhou Zhou, and seeing that Zhou Zhou was still dissatisfied, she quickly grabbed Wen Qing's hand: "You hit me, you hit me."
Wen Qing was so frightened that she hurriedly ducked, and her subordinate hid beside Sikong, almost sitting on Sikong.
Seeing this, Zhou Zhou grabbed Li Siwen's arm and said with a smile, "Be soft-hearted and don't hit anyone."
Li Siwen looked at him blankly.
Zhou Zhou raised the corner of his mouth: "I'll help him."
The next second, there was a crisp slap in the living room.
"Snapped"
Li Siwen turned his head, his right cheek was swollen high, and there were four clear blue and purple finger prints floating on it.
Zhou Zhou said lightly: "Compared to what you did, this is considered light."
Li Siwen's eyes froze, she raised her hand tremblingly, and "touched" her swollen face, her expression twisted for a second, and she gradually "showed" a smile.
Because her face has changed a bit at the moment, this smile looks very strange.
Wen Qing saw the chills down her spine, and grasped the things next to her unconsciously.
What did Zhou Zhou do? Or say something?
Li Siwen slanted her mouth and tried to squeeze out a gentle smile. She slanted her face and said to Wen Qing, "I'm sorry, you still want to hit me later, you can hit me at any time."
After speaking, he turned around, followed Zhou Zhou to the table, and sat back to his original position.
Wen Qing stared blankly at the air, and after a while, Sikong's voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Hand."
He slowly lowered his head and saw that his hand grabbed the bag of Sikong's jeans at some point and stretched it out.
Through a thin layer of cloth, he could clearly feel Sikong's scorching body temperature.
Wen Qing quickly withdrew his hand, as if he had been scalded.
"Yes, sorry." He slowly sat back in his chair.
Just sitting down, Yu Xing's lazy voice sounded in his ears: "If you like pants, you can take off me."
Wen Qing: "..."
*****
"Tick."
The second hand turned nine o'clock, and a pen and paper appeared in the hands of everyone.
Wen Qing's hands were still trembling, unable to hold the pen.
After a while, can write a word.
When everyone's blank paper disappeared, he wrote the word abstention.
[Voting is over, now the votes will be counted. γ
[Player depression, one vote. γ
Wen Qing opened her eyes, Yu Xing only had one vote?
[Player Ji Yu, three votes. γ
When the system's voice fell, Ji Yu lifted his eyelids and looked calm, as if he was not the one who was going to open it.
Zhou Zhou straightened his back, put his left hand horizontally on the table, and raised his right hand high, like a good student who took the initiative to answer questions. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, teacher."
"I voted for you first."
Ji Yu closed his eyes for a while, and after a while, he turned his head to look at Zhou Zhou, and slowly spit out two words: "Very good."
Zhou Zhou replied with a smile: "Thank you teacher for your compliment."
He looked at Ji Yu sideways and said sincerely: "The main thing is that the teacher teaches well."
Ji Yu looked at him quietly, with a warm smile on his lips, but there was the slightest warmth in his eyes.
"Clap clap clap-" applause suddenly sounded.
Yu Xing stood up and applauded vigorously, his tone concealing gloating: "Mr. Ji overturned the car."
As he talked, he couldn't help laughing out loud, his eyes were bent into slits, and he looked at Ji Yu and Zhou Zhou again, and he was about to scold him and start fighting.
Wen Qing was sitting on the chair, staring blankly at this scene.
How did things turn out like this?
He slowly turned his head, looked at Li Siwen, and then at Sikong. They seemed to have known about the change in their expressions.
It seemed that only Wen Qing was involved in this matter, although he did abstain from voting...
Wen Qing looked at Zhou Zhou in a daze, and slowly thought about it.
So Zhouzhou is the old teacher who said that he was cast into depression during the day? Cheat the teacher's vote?
The vote for the suffocation was cast by the teacher.
The teacher's three votes are Zhou Zhou and Li Siwen Sikong.
No wonder Sikong said Yu Xingxing, because he followed Zhouzhou to vote for the teacher...
Why did Zhou Zhou suddenly vote for the teacher? Hasn't he always disliked depression?
Wen Qingnao is even more "chaotic", once again feeling that his IQ is not enough
[Players please open the season. γ
Ji Yu's eyes were calm and motionless.
Zhou Zhou looked at him with a smile on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wen Qing's "confused" face, and burst out laughing: "Do we still want to understand?"
"Teacher," he paused and changed his words, "No, it should be this Mr. Ji, he is not a teacher at all, he has been lying to us from the beginning."
Zhou Zhou concluded: "The name is Ji Yu, and his expertise is bad."
Hearing this, Yu Xing laughed even more, and his flamboyant laughter echoed in the living room.
Zhou Zhou slowly raised his hand, clenched his fingers, and said, "The next night, Chen Yiyi said in front of everyone that he saw Gong Yunyun push gently. You induced it."
"Although it was indeed pushed by Gong Yunyun, you let Chen Yiyi say it, so she collapsed after casting the wrong person."
Zhou Zhou continued, "Yes, Li Siwen, you induced her to suspect Chen Yiyi."
Li Siwen nodded vigorously.
"I also tried to make Wen Qing suspect me, but luckily we were timid and we were deceived by you," Zhou Zhou paused, as if he had remembered something, and said, "Also, Mr. Ji should Did you quietly bully us a few times?"
"Every time I meet you, it hurts a little bit more."
Zhou Zhou sighed softly and looked at Wen Qing: "I knew that they were bullying us lightly and stupidly."
"Speaking of which, I would like to thank the book that gently told me."
Wen Qing was still stunned, where is the book in Zhouzhou?
No wonder he searched the study room and couldn't find it.
[Players please open the season. γThe system sounds again.
Unlike the previous few times, this time his tone was cold and calm, with any hint of urging.
Ji Yu got up slowly, glanced around, his eyes finally fell on Wen Qing's face, and he asked in a low voice, "Wen Qing, do you believe what he said?"
Wen Qing clenched her palm nervously, hesitated for a moment, and stammered, "I-I heard."
"Your Zhouzhou conversation in the corridor."
Hearing this, Ji Yu chuckled and glanced at Sikong: "Are you already in Sikong at that time?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.
Zhou Zhou took the initiative to open: "Yes, yes, otherwise why would I have to find a teacher early in the morning."
[Players please open the season. γ
Ji Yu calmly pulled out the chair and walked forward.
Zhou Zhou raised his arm and waved: "Goodbye."
Wen Qing lowered her eyelashes, not daring to look over.
He subconsciously held his breath, his heart was beating fast, and only the sound of a drum-like heartbeat remained in his ears.
After a while, there was a slight movement in the silent living room.
"clatter."
It is the sound of opening.
Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she tilted her head sharply, only to see Ji Yu pushed away.
It's not the one with the ring, but the one on the left full of reliefs.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, and Ji Yu stepped forward calmly.
There was a thick white fog outside, and the road could not be seen clearly. Ji Yu walked through the white fog. In the blink of an eye, his shadow disappeared, and he slowly closed half-open.
In the shadows, Wen Qing saw a huge black shadow not far away, shaking three heads.
"Roar!" The three-headed dog growled.
Wen Qing's heart trembled, why was the three-headed dog outside all the time?
Shouldn't it be because of the vote he cast?
The sound of knocking on the table sounded in his ears, and Wen Qing tilted his head, only to see Yu Xing bending his fingers, knocking on the table lazily, and saying to Zhou Zhou, "We really underestimated you."
Zhou Zhou smiled slightly and said lightly, "Yeah, who is an ant."
He stretched out, stood up slowly, and said to everyone, "It's getting late, Mr. Yu, see you tomorrow."
"Looking for, looking for, looking for, looking for a good friend..." Zhou Zhou hummed and went upstairs, and Li Siwen immediately followed.
Wen Qing leaned against the back of the chair, Han rose from the soles of his feet, and his back was cold.
In his mind, Zhou Zhou's words "The game has only officially started" played repeatedly in his mind.
If Sikong has to follow the vote, plus Li Siwen from Zhouzhou, the three votes can be freely voted for Ji Yu and Yu Xing...
"Gentle, did you hear me? That guy Zhou Zhou was threatening me just now."
Yu Xing suddenly turned to the side, Minato Wen lightly.
He curled the corners of his lips, with a hint of fear on his face, and his long and narrow eyes were full of interest: "He voted for Ji Yu today, and I will vote tomorrow."
"Zhouzhou is so bad, and you are reluctant to let me leave," Yu Xing paused and asked with a smile, "How about... Let's vote for him tomorrow night."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and instead of answering his question, she asked, "If you were voted, is it Teacher Ji..."
He changed: "Is it the same as Ji Yu, just leave here?"
Yu Xing responded: "Yes."
"If you leave here, you won't see me anymore. I'm afraid to cry softly. I almost cried just now."
That's mad at you!
Wen Qing gritted his teeth and said to him, "don't call me that."
Yu Xing blinked: "How do I call you? Gently?"
"Zhou Zhou can shout, can't I?"
"Treating gently..."
Wen Qing couldn't take it anymore, didn't want to talk to him anymore, and turned to Sikong: "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
Afraid of Sikong's rejection, he quickly added, "I'll just lay the floor."
Sikong hummed and agreed.
Wen relaxed and Sikong went upstairs together.
Yu Xing sat in the same place, and he said, "Add me, I want to lay the floor."
"Otherwise, I'll be the only one left, are you willing to gently..."
After returning to the room, Wen Qing sat on the bed and slept all day. Here he was very awake and his thoughts were clear.
What he has now figured out clearly is that the magician finds the connection of the guide.
In addition to the good and bad magic cards, there should be the most crucial point.
How to use the magic card? And can you find a guide?
Wen Qing has not been smart since she was a child, just the IQ of an ordinary person.
After went to ordinary elementary school, junior high school, and high school, worked diligently and stayed up late to study in high school. Coupled with the guidance of classmates, barely stepped on the bottom line of a good university.
He thought about it and had any idea.
Unable to think of it, Wen Qing had to ask Sikong, "Did you know how to find the guide from the beginning?"
"What can't be said."
Sikong nodded: "I know."
Wen Qing was stunned for a while, so he told their ordinary human players that the magic card was not actually a teammate.
The book in the study room is to let them know about it.
The good magic cards help them, the bad ones hinder them.
This, this is the NPC, right? !
Wen Qing affirmed this thought, and Sikong Bu's response should be that he couldn't tell, so he euphemistically told himself that they were different from ordinary players.
Wen Qing was stunned. In fact, the real players were only a few ordinary humans.
The guide is an ordinary human being, and he and Zhouzhou Li Siwen know that they are not.
So the point of this game is how ordinary humans become guides.
This party must be related to the magic card...
Wen Qing was pondering, when Sikong's face suddenly changed slightly and said, "Something happened to Li Siwen."
"Ah?" Wen Qing raised her eyes blankly.
Sikong frowned slightly, his face darkened: "She's gone."
Wen Qing responded and asked tentatively, "Can you feel everyone's presence?"
Sikong hummed.
Wen Qing didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly asked, "The missing Si is her, she..."
Sikong explained: "Dead, I don't feel her existence."
"She suddenly disappeared from the study."
"I'm going to the study." After speaking, he turned towards
Sikong opened it, paused, and said to Wen Qing, "Wait for me to come back."
"Don't open it to them."
Wen nodded lightly, thinking to himself, killing him would be impossible.
As soon as Sikong left, he immediately locked it.
Wen Qing sat on the corner of the bed, always feeling that something was wrong, Li Siwen was the one who left with Zhou Zhou.
Zhouzhou needs Li Siwen's vote, and it is impossible to do anything to Li Siwen.
unlessβ¦β¦
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and quickly jumped out of bed, wanting to find Sikong.
The next second he held his hand, there was a sudden thud.
Wen Qing took two steps back in fright, and asked stumblingly, "Who, who is outside?"
"Gentle, it's me."
Zhou Zhou's laughing voice sounded outside.