I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

Chapter 419 I want to eat fish

"My name is Jin Yumantang." To show his sincerity, Jin Manman first reported his ID number.

"It turns out that you are full of gold and jade." Wan'an explained: "I saw you in the forum, scolding Ladd."

"My account is Xiaoyi's dear and honorable." After reporting his account number and adding friends, Jin Manman was able to successfully gift the flashlight belonging to the system to Wan'an.

While Wan'an thanked, he couldn't help sighing at the Yiyou system: "Suddenly found that the system is quite protective of the respective players."

For example, the props produced by the system cannot be gifted to other players if the player is below a certain level.

This also means that the player's props are lost, and other players cannot pick them up or occupy them.

It's like no one can snatch the gun from Orlando's hand and threaten him in turn.

Listening to Wan'an's analysis, the Yiyou system snorted coldly, and said, "That's because of the system level."

"Huh?" Wan'an paid attention to the important point, and quickly asked: "So you mean, as long as the system level is higher than others, you can snatch the props produced by his system?"

Yiyou System: [! ! ! 】

[Xiaoyi, dear and honorable player, Hello, Xiaoyi didn’t say anything~]

"Ah yes yes yes, you didn't say anything." Wan An sneered and nodded.

Xie Juichao turned around by chance, and saw Wan An smiling strangely.

The passage on the right that Wan'an and the others were assigned to is really long, and they don't know where it leads.

Walk through it, and observe the environment above with a flashlight.

Xie Juan looked to one side, and at the same time slowed down, getting closer to Wan'an, and said in a muffled voice, "Why are you called Bai Wanwan, and my name is Xie Qianjin."

"Brother, we can't be recognized by acquaintances." Wan An emphasized in a low voice.

"I understand the truth, but why am I called Qianjin?" Xie Juan looked back at Wan'an with resentful eyes.

Wan'an blinked and looked back with a sincere face: "When we first met, you jumped out word by word, reticence and silence are golden, obviously you will be charged for every word you say, so it's more appropriate to be called Qianjin. "

Xie Yuchao: "..."

"Since silence is golden, you can also call Xie Jinmo." Xie Juichao tried to persuade Wan'an to change his mind.

"It can't be called this." Wan An shook his head, with a serious face: "If your name is Jin Mo, someone will definitely say, Lao Mo, I want to eat fish."

Xie Qianjin: "...don't be too ridiculous."

"Go to the end." Jin Manman in front stopped and pushed open a bamboo door.

Wan'an and Xie Qianjin followed, and found that this long passage led to a closed room with locked doors and windows.

On the wall of the room, there is a pear wood frame.

On each wooden frame, there are exquisitely crafted puppets in costumes. They move in different ways and are all used on the stage.

The wooden frame is exposed, whether it is a doll or a wooden frame, after hundreds of years, there is no dust on it.

Wan An stretched out his hand, and lightly scratched the surface of the wooden frame with his fingertips, and saw that his fingers were still clean.

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it has been abandoned for hundreds of years." Jin Manman paused in front of each wooden frame for two seconds, shaking his head and sighing: "My room has never been cleaned so clean three times a day."

As he spoke, Jin Manman set his eyes on a puppet that was molded from white clay and hadn't been painted yet.

"Bai Wanwan, here is a semi-finished product, could it be the key to triggering the mission?" Jin Manman asked, reaching out to touch it.

"Don't touch him!" When Wan'an Xunsheng looked over, he saw that the white clay doll, the eye sockets that were originally filled with white clay, became hollow when Jin Manman stretched out his hand.

Wan'an hurried towards Jin Manman, a gust of wind blew by, and the flashlight he was holding fell to the ground.

Just when she bent down to pick up the flashlight, she saw a red skirt wearing embroidered shoes appearing behind her slightly bent legs through the light of the flashlight rolling to the ground.

Quickly picked up the flashlight, Wan An didn't care to stand up, and hurriedly looked behind him.

There is no red skirt behind her, only dolls on wooden frames all over the wall.

　In order to distinguish the card from the body, no matter who owns the card, as long as there is an avatar, it has to be nicknamed.

　　As for the nickname, it depends on Wan'an's mood hahaha

　　
　
(End of this chapter)