An Wumeng: "???"

Can the vicious dogs guarding the gates of hell be eaten?Is this a question normal people can ask?

But this is indeed gluttonous style.

An Wumeng stroked his forehead helplessly, and said, "I can't give you an answer to this, after all, no one has ever eaten a three-headed hellhound."

"Hell three-headed dog? Is it in this instance?"

Yi Xing always remembers the name of the food very clearly. This is the hunter who often appeared in his live broadcast room during the sea monster dungeon.

With such a long code name, it must be a big one, and it will eat for a long time, right?

"It's just a possibility, not a guarantee."

An Wumeng explained: "The three-headed dog never broadcasts live. Our knowledge of him is limited to a few clips of its previous 'master' live broadcast room, but those are also videos from decades ago."

"The three-headed hellhound has not appeared in the public's field of vision for many years." An Wumeng said, and glanced at Yi Xing, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yi Xing looked at himself in puzzlement.

He is no different from usual, the little octopus is still in the mandarin duck pot... In the poppy flower space, mushrooms and bugs are also in his supernatural space.

An Wumeng thought about it, but said:

"Did you know? Some time ago, the three-headed hellhound reappeared in your live broadcast room after decades."

"Wow!" The man wearing the same combat uniform of the shooting game sighed inexplicably.

Yi Xing glanced at him.

It was just a flat and emotionless glance, and the man felt his heart beating for some reason, shrank his neck, and said:

"Sorry, you guys talk slowly, just pretend I don't exist."

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps back with his gun in his hand, and slipped behind the other two female escapees. Seeing that Yi Xing was no longer looking at him, he lowered his voice and asked:

"The two little elder sisters, do you know what hell three-headed dogs they are talking about?"

The woman in red shook her head coldly, and another girl wearing glasses asked curiously:

"Didn't you say that the three-headed dog appeared in Taotie's live broadcast? Poison Master, as the game commentator of "Infinite Paradise", have you ever commented on Taotie's live broadcast?"

The man known as the Poison Master sighed heavily, "I want to explain a newcomer who is so popular, but do you know how expensive his live broadcast is? 100 points!

"It's been less than a year since I entered the park, even if the commentary earns some points, I don't bring such money."

"Cough," An Wumeng coughed dryly, trying to ignore the voice from the other side, and said, "He seems to be following you."

Yi Xing knew that he was talking about the three-headed hell dog, "Really? I'm eyeing it too."

"You may not know the seriousness of the problem," An Wumeng said seriously:

"The only known habit of the hell three-headed dog is to recognize the owner. This "staring" almost means that he regards you as a master candidate."

"Sounds good, doesn't it?" An Wumeng asked.

"No, it's bad." Yi Xing said.

Owners may not eat pets.

Of course, he doesn't intend to keep pets.

Baby octopuses are not considered pets.

Even if he really went to the fish market to buy an octopus and came back to clarify the identity of the little octopus, they still know their relationship very well.

An Wumeng was surprised by Yi Xinghui's answer, and after being surprised, his eyes became a little more appreciative, "Your worries are correct. Anyone who knows a little bit about the inside story will know that it is never a good thing to be recognized as a master by a hell three-headed dog."

"The past owners of the Cerberus Three-Headed Dog were either top-ranked ability users, or ability users who had not been in the park for a long time, but were extremely talented and grew extremely fast, but each of them disappeared without a sound.

"Why do you think this is?" An Wumeng asked.

Yi Xing found that An Wumeng liked this question-and-answer mode very much, as if the teacher was checking the students' homework. This may be because he had been the leader of the escape team for a long time.

As a student whose homework was being checked, Yi Xing had no choice but to put himself in the shoes of a student, and replied seriously:

"They tried to eat the three-headed dog but failed, and the three-headed dog ate it instead."

An Wumeng: "..."

The three escapees listening not far away: "..."

An Wumeng stroked his head with a headache, as if he did not expect to meet such an unreasonable team member, but he still boasted reluctantly:

"Very good... Although the process may be different, the result is not much different."

"It is said that there is a chain of bones around the neck of the hell three-headed dog, on which are the bones of each of his masters."

An Wumeng: "I said this to remind you, if one day the hell three-headed dog really comes to you, you have to think clearly and don't be fooled by the power he represents."

"Power can't confuse me." Yi Xing's tone was affirmative.

If there is anything that can confuse him, it must be food.

Thinking about it this way, if the three-headed dog took the initiative to stew himself in front of him, Yi Xing was not sure if he could hold it.

An Wumeng, who didn't know what Yi Xing was thinking, was very satisfied with his answer.

An Wumeng patted Yi Xing on the shoulder, then turned to call the other survivors, "Okay, don't stand so far away, you are all newcomers who were bound by the paradise in the same year, get to know each other."

"Fire Mage, E-class escapee." The woman in the wine-red windbreaker said.

Yi Xing took another look at her.

Fire mage?A person with the ability to control fire?

With such ability, cooking must be well controlled.

Many self-introduction sentences flashed through the mind of the girl wearing glasses, but after hearing the woman's concise introduction, she couldn't help but follow along:

"Painter, E-class escapee."

"Isn't it the same as not knowing each other?" Poison Master walked forward with a gun in his hand, "My code name is Poison Master, and I'm only a little short of D-level. Besides being a survivor, I also work part-time as a game commentator for the park. By the way, IStill a sharpshooter."

"do not……"

An Wumeng opened his mouth to interrupt him, but his voice was covered by a "bang——" gunshot.

"Mom!"

The poison master hastily dropped his gun and fled far away.

Yi Xing: "?"

He could see clearly that the gun that the poison master was holding in his arms just now fired a shot into the sky automatically, as if it had gone off.

The artist was a little shocked and let go of the hand covering his ears, glared at the Poison Master who was lying on the ground not far away, and said through gritted teeth:

"His talent is crow's mouth!"

"What crow's mouth?" Hearing someone slandering his talent, the poison master retorted instinctively: "This is my magical skill—poisoned milk!"

Yi Xing is not interested in what his talent is called.

An Wumeng should be acquainted with several of them, and the introductions of those few people have been finished, and only he needs to introduce himself.

"Glutton, E..."

Yi Xing originally wanted to say "E-class survivor" according to his memory, but saw his level "D" displayed behind his code name on the light screen.

"...D-Class Survivor."

"What?" An Wumeng said in surprise.

Not only him, but all the survivors looked over, including the poison master who hadn't gotten up from the ground yet.

Although they were all new survivors who were bound by the Paradise in the same year, it can be said that Poison Master has been in contact with Paradise for 11 months, and Fire Mage and Painter have also been in contact with Paradise for 5 to 8 months.

Only Yi Xing was bound by the park for less than one month.

He just finished the novice dungeon 15 days ago, and he is really a newcomer who can't be newer.

The poison master claimed that he was "just a little bit away from D-level", in other words, "E-level".

And now, this pure rookie who just passed the novice dungeon said that he was D-rank.