I am a cat, I am a heartthrob in an escape game

In the bright and melodious vocal reverberation of the concerto, the cello's deep and hoarse sub-music came out. After a burst of lightning and thunderstorms, the deck ushered in the most genial morning glow since sailing, like smooth silk floating lightly on the wooden deck. Whisk on the floor.

"Guests at table nine," the sailor with a white lace cloth on his right forearm appeared beside the table and said with a bow, "The breakfast time is coming to an end soon, ladies and gentlemen, how is your meal?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Quail Jiujiu by the window in embarrassment. After all, this person was still devouring the pork knuckle, "Of course, if the guests are not full, please tell us that the dessert will be served later. Send it to your cabin."

Wearing a pearl headband embroidered in the shape of roses, the soft long hair hangs behind the ears, revealing a pair of small earlobes with sapphire pendants, a thick gemstone necklace of the same color on the collarbone, a lace collar and a dress with puff sleeves, The charming face and all kinds of pretense made the little girl Chen Jiahuan look like a lively and charming noble lady.

She has an adult figure in the game, and Qiudie can lean on her shoulder, as if she is asleep.

"What's the reminder? Didn't you see someone here suffering from heat stroke?"

The sailor looked at her, and confirmed again and again that the noble lady was talking to him, even his ears were red.

But when he thought about it, something was wrong. It rained just now, so where did he get heatstroke?

Chen Jiahuan pinched the lace handkerchief, shook it at the sailor, and then covered half of her face with the handkerchief, "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and get two ice packs!"

Seeing that the guest was angry, the sailor hurriedly pulled off the tablecloth on his arm, saluted Chen Jiahuan as a sailor, turned around and ran away.

After dismissing the NPC, Chen Jiahuan took down two small hairpins from the back of her bun, and saw that the gold and silver hairpins grew longer and enlarged at the same time as soon as they fell into her hands, forming a pair of slender hairpins. The size of chopsticks, lying in the palm of her hand.

Qi Wei, who was sitting at the other table, witnessed the whole process of her fooling NPCs, and couldn't help but lament that there are so many tricky ideas for kids nowadays. Looking at the weapon-like things in her hands, she became more interested in her personal skills.

In order to increase their audience and ability to attract fans, most of the players on the rookie list started live broadcasts during the internal test period, and even played dungeons to get enough exposure to absorb the heat.

As the sixth rookie, Chen Jiahuan went the same way, but she was different from other melee and mage players. Every time in a team battle, the little girl always hid wisely at the back of the team, and almost never stepped forward to directly participate in the battle.

Based on her many years of experience as a reporter, Qi Wei deduced that she was most likely to be a reply-type player similar to Cherry Hanged Man.

But before he found a chance to speak, Chen Jiahuan activated his personal skills.

[Player Pope Pandora activates the personal skill "Cross Power Crown", please choose whether to use the upright sword or the reverse sword]

Chen Jiahuan picked up the golden hairpin without hesitation, put her four fingers together, and finally bent her thumb twice, and clasped it on her index finger.

[The player has chosen "Cross Upright Sword", and the judgment is about to begin! 】

Qiu Die's head was tilted backwards, the feather hat that had covered most of Zhang Lian fell to the floor, the whole person was leaning against the back of the seat, the tight-fitting dress was embroidered with complicated dark purple lace at the neckline, and her breasts were exposed Up and down with her breath.

When Chen Jiahuan raised the golden sword, Qiu Die suddenly showed countless golden rippling spots all over her body, turning dizzily on different planes like a roulette wheel!
Qi Wei was about to say something when he was interrupted by Jun Chun who was sitting opposite.

"Your recovery skills, what is the criterion for judging the success rate?"

Chen Jiahuan raised her head and looked directly at the handsomely dressed young man across the table.

The velvet dyed dark blue is exquisitely stitched, stuffed into the vest embroidered with medieval church patterns, just enough to support Chung Jun's thin figure, all black tights wrap his slender legs, and a pair of dotted High-heeled mink boots, the only bright spot on the left shoulder is a slanted shoulder cloak with layers of fabric, just like a clichéd old aristocratic dress in the Renaissance.

"Look at your hand speed and eyesight." Chen Jiahuan looked away, listened to the countdown of the system, and pierced the golden sword into the center of one of the corrugated spots with one blow, "These things are the wounds in the patient's body. The more, the better the healing effect."

However, as time goes by, these ripples will surge and rotate faster and faster. Even after hundreds of times of practice, she can't hit every point perfectly within a fixed time, and she can't reach 85 % success rate, not to mention serious injuries.

A shining silk thread extends from the end of the golden sword, wandering back and forth on Qiudie's body, and gradually outlines the prototype of a phoenix's tail between the polka dots!

"So, your elopement failed?"

Quail Jiujiu was lying on the table, keeping her eyes on the movements of Chen Jiahuan's hands, and suddenly said a word.

Mr. Chung reacted for a few seconds before realizing that the question was thrown to him.

"It's not elopement."

He and Qi Wei said in unison.

Qi Wei couldn't hear these words, and was impatient, and he spit out every word he said.

Mr. Chung was leaning on the seat, playing with an old metal pocket watch in his hand, his tone was sincere and distant, but his eyes were as hot as burning emeralds, it was difficult to be substantively convincing.

"My original intention was to cause a car accident and create a fake death scene, so that Qiudie's wish can be fulfilled. Besides, the longer I leave the game, the more anxious [The Hanged Ones] will be. They will contact me sooner or later. , my starting point is that simple."

"But I didn't expect that Qiudie misunderstood me. She used the first level reward of the dungeon to open the black hole and sucked in all the vehicle fragments that might harm us, including the motorcycle I borrowed."

Chung Jun said, apologizing silently to Zhang Quanrui in his heart, "I hugged her when I jumped off the car, trying to land on my back, but she somehow got the strength to block me when I lost my strength because of the black hole." between me and the fire."

Qi Wei's voice trembled, "You mean the first-level reward of the dungeon [Endless Black Hole]? She used such a precious item just to save you?"

That was a first-level reward, the unique Medal of Honor their team had in the preliminaries, and it was gone in the blink of an eye!
"I didn't think carefully," Chung Jun said loudly, "If it wasn't for her, both of us might die."

"You're such a wimp!" Qi Wei slammed his fist on the table, reached out and grabbed Chung Jun's cloak.

His burly figure was wrapped in hourglass-style clothing, which was too large visually and physically. The tableware and dishes on the dining table were overturned by his actions, making a lot of noise. But none of the guests and sailors present dared to step forward to stop it.

The sunlight on the deck suddenly subsided, like God's beloved treasure, being stuffed back into the clouds.

The strong wind blew up a poster posted on a certain wall of the restaurant. It depicted a small man in coarse cloth standing on a square-inch heart-shaped island, holding a fishing rod in both hands, and writing in cursive English beside him. With two rows of small characters.

【Misfortune of Heart Island】

[If you don’t believe me, you can experience it yourself! 】

When Chen Jiahuan's golden sword hit a polka dot for the last time, all the golden light in front of Qiudie disappeared immediately.

【End of Judgment Time】

【Your hit rate this time: 79%】

The silk thread at the back end of the golden sword was broken, and the remaining part painted a picture of a flying phoenix in mid-air, with a high neck, and the gradual change of feathers from orange to light gold bloomed like a flower. It is simply a masterpiece of art .

Qiudie's tightly closed eyelids trembled twice, Chen Jiahuan caught this scene and let out a breath of relief.

"It's the first time I tried such a pattern, and I didn't expect to be able to complete it smoothly."

When Qi Wei heard that the success rate was only 79%, she fixed her eyes on Chen Jiahuan, as if complaining about the poor treatment effect.

"Hey."

Quail Jiujiu threw the finished pork knuckle onto the plate, and suddenly a slender black and white stick appeared in his hand, and stabbed towards Qiwei's abdomen.

"You are not allowed to stare at her like that."

The boy is wearing a patent leather top hat, layers of lace are squeezed around his neck, and the tight trouser legs highlight his coordinated proportions, but the wide cape makes him look like he is wearing adult clothes.

In the normal dungeon, Qi Wei must be too lazy to quarrel with his peers, but this time the situation involves Qiu Die, not to mention that he has seen these people in the transfer station, so he naturally refuses to be educated by an underage junior high school student .

"What are you talking about, a brat!"

Just when the atmosphere among several people reached a climax, the double doors of the restaurant were suddenly kicked open from the outside!

"This ship is now taken over by us, and you all don't have to do it, just tie it up to me."

A few thin men were wearing sailor caps, with fresh blood stains on their bodies, as if they had experienced a hearty massacre in the cabin.

After this group of people came up a potbellied man with a mustache, who should be the leader of this group of pirates.

One eye was wrapped with a black cloth on his face, and a flesh-colored scar ran across his neck on the other cheek. He bit off the tail of the cigar and flicked it hard on the golden hook in his right hand a few times.

"Everyone who is rich, passing through this sea, do you want to avoid a toll?"

After that, he burst into wild laughter, and with a wave of his hand, the pirates in front of him got permission, and poured into the restaurant carelessly and began to search for gold, silver and jewelry from these unarmed nobles.

"Unfortunately, sir."

Quail Jiujiu jumped up from the seat, took off the top hat and gave a gentlemanly salute to Qi Wei in front of him, then pinched the brim of the hat and put the top hat back on his forehead.

"I'm a brat, just a magician who likes to usurp the throne."

He held a few smoke bombs between his five fingers and threw them all on the ground. He disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

99: Don’t stop me pretending to be X, thank you