You don't decrypt at all do you?

elder sister:"……?"

This is wrong.

She said alertly: "What do you want?"

Zhu Wen: "I would like to ask Executive Officer No. 00 to make it easier for me."

My sister folded her arms and said, "It's not convenient."

Zhu Wen said "Oh" again, and said extremely rigorously: "Then how many points should I accumulate to tie up Executive Officer No. 00?"

Ji Shuang: "...cough!"

Zhu Wen: "Eat slowly, no one will rush."

Ji Shuang: "..."

Sister: "...?" If you can't be soft, you can be hard, right?

"I warn you," my sister pointed at Zhu Wen, "don't think about it."

After finishing speaking, she exited the room and ran away before Zhu Wen asked, "How can this be considered nonsense".

Zhu Wen looked at the door that was slammed by his sister, and said "tsk tsk" twice: "The injury will heal quickly."

Ji Shuang: "..."

She lowered her head to eat quietly, not wanting to answer.

To ask why.

Naturally, he didn't want Zhu Wen to go back to the topic that he had finally broken up.

Zhu Wen saw that Ji Shuang didn't speak, and it didn't matter. He turned on the TV - Tetris, and started it.

After Ji Shuang finished eating, she nestled on the sofa and stared at the changing Tetris on the TV for a while, then moved a little towards Zhu Wen.

Seeing that Zhuwen didn't move, he moved a little.

Zhu Wen: "Why are you squeezing me?"

Ji Shuang: "..."

She froze for a moment, but couldn't think of a reason, so she moved back.

Zhu Wen: "Come back."

Ji Shuang: "...are you playing with remote control cars?"

Zhu Wen: "I don't allow you to objectify the remote control car."

Ji Shuang: "???????"

She stood up abruptly and took a deep breath.

Then, sat down again.

After staring at the crazily deformed Tetris on the TV in front of him for a while, Ji Shuang suddenly remembered something and looked at Zhu Wen.

Immediately afterwards, she called out in a very low voice, full of temptation and guilt: "Boyfriend?"

Zhu Wen: "Why?"

Ji Shuang couldn't speak anymore.

She curled up with her legs curled up, her chin resting on her knees, she was beaten into silence.

After a long while, she raised her hand and pinched her calf hard, followed by a "hiss -" sound.Seeing that Zhuwen glanced at herself inexplicably, she put on a coffin face again, opened her mouth and shouted silently: "Ah! ———————"

Zhu Wen was tired of playing, and felt that it was almost time for bed.

After all, this is behind the game, and the concept of time is already vague.

At present, when there is no intuitive feeling of day and night, following the time on the watch is the best way to keep the world.

He dropped the remote and got up, and went straight into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Ji Shuang was still sitting on the sofa, turning the whole statue into a ghost.

"Why are you standing still?"

Zhu Wen called her and turned her head towards the bedroom: "Sleep."

Ji Shuang: "...?"

She pointed to herself: "but I just woke up."

Zhu Wen nodded: "Yes."

He turned around and entered the room, Ji Shuang froze for a moment, jumped up and followed.

The pace was quick, and as soon as he got into the bedroom, he stood against the wall and met Zhu Wen, who was grasping the current situation.

Zhu Wen raised his eyebrows: "Why are you running so fast?"

Ji Shuang: "..."

Zhu Wen: "Are you in a hurry to sleep with me?"

Ji Shuang: "..."

If time could be turned back, Ji Shuang would definitely go back and strangle that nonsense self or her sister who was telling the truth.

And now.

She looked up at Zhu Wen, and realized that she was wrong.

--real!It's hard!do it!this life!not angry!

...

...

In the game scene

"……Grass!"

The short mob climbed out of the fine snow that almost buried him, took a few breaths and looked at the "snowman" not far away.

He didn't dare to act rashly, turned his gaze to the mob A not far away, and asked hesitantly, "...is it resolved?"

Mob A held a piece of old clothes from the warehouse in his hand, and pressed his forehead, half of his face was covered with blood.

He nodded: "I haven't moved for a long time, I guess I won't get up again."

The short mob breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the snow.

His face was pale and his lips were purple, but it was obvious that he was not simply frozen.

After sitting on the ground for a while, the short mob stood up again: "The game broadcast didn't make any sound, we bet right. The 'Snowman' is the clue left for us."

He patted Mob A's arm, and then asked leisurely, "Is your head okay?"

"It's okay." Mob A waved his hand, but he wasn't sure if he was okay or not.

After all, whether he is a doctor or not, even with past experience, he can only be sure that he is fine for the time being.

"Let's go and have a look first. Clear the level early and get out early. If something really happens, you'll be fine once you're out of the game." Mob A said, letting go of his old T-shirt to cover his wound for a long time.

He looked down at the big black and red patch on the T-shirt, shook his head and said, "Fortunately, I don't fucking faint."

The short mob waved his hand, as if he had responded to his words.

Fortunately, although "Snowman" is difficult to deal with, it is only a monster after all, and it is normal that its strength is lower than that of the boss.In addition, they had prepared for a long time, but suffered a little loss in the first period of time.

After all, it is a "snowman". It turned into fine snow instantly when it was stabbed with a knife, and it was revived with full blood after a short time. It was indeed torture for them.

But it is much easier to find out that when the "snowman" evolves into a human form, it will become more and more human-like until it becomes fully human.Slip around for a while longer, at worst, you will be beaten and bleed, just delaying time.

This period of time is the easiest to get through, after all, there is a clear direction.

The 4 mobs walked towards the body of the "snowman". They couldn't see it clearly in the middle of the night. Someone took out a flashlight and took a photo on the ground.

"These blood!..." Mob B yelled softly.

The blood of the "snowman" who almost dyed the entire nearby snow field red did not penetrate the snow, they gathered on the snow surface, and it didn't take much imagination to see that they seemed to have a clear direction and flow somewhere .

Only a small part of the snow penetrated into the snow surface, leaving a thin indicator line on it.

"Follow!"

The short mob whispered, and stepped forward.

Indeed, he wanted very much to sit down and rest for a while, quietly waiting for the blood to draw a complete map for them.But now it's snowing again, if they choose to rest, it may not be long before the blood lines on the snow will disappear.

If things become like that, it will be really troublesome.

……

Stephen and Tom here.

【Attention all players】

The game announcement rang unexpectedly.

Stephen stopped, and looked at Tom: "It is estimated that an important new clue has been found over there."

Tom nodded: "Almost."

[Because of the mistakes of the mountain guards, the mobs have been doing whatever they want on the snow mountain for a long time]

[And at this moment, the mobs who sneaked up on the mountain finally determined how to get to the top of the mountain correctly]

[They are beginning to clarify their goals, you may not be able to stop them, you have failed the mountain god]

Stephen: "I haven't shown my mother's loyalty to the mountain god!"

Tom patted him: "Don't fucking talk nonsense!"

They've been looking for a while now, and they're sure they haven't seen any players from the "mob" camp.This one is on the other side, and it's not a dense forest or a maze, and the field of vision is very wide.

"gone!"

Tom set off: "Can you really let them pass the test?"

Stephen followed behind. Although he understood the truth, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and whispered: "It's common for the boss to lose."

Anyway, his own winning rate is not high.

Tom wasn't much better either.

In the final analysis, there are too many restrictions, and you can't do what you can't do.Compared to the normal players on the attacking side, the defending side players who had their scripts shaved off and thrown in were simply cannon fodder.

He sometimes wonders if the game is just fucking trying to squeeze them.

Complaining is a complaint, but Stephen has long been used to it.

Staying in the game is all about a state of mind.

Those with a bad mentality would have run out of game points long ago.

The two walked forward all the way, shining their flashlights everywhere.After all, he is a player in the BOSS group, so there is really no need to be as cautious and cautious as ordinary players at night.

After walking for a while, Tom pointed to the front: "Blood!"

He ran to squat down, groped in the snow for a while, and found a broken dagger.

"Hey! This way!" Stephen yelled calmly from dozens of steps away, "I found it!"

Tom dropped the dagger and ran that way.

Afterwards, the two stared at the half-melted "snowman" on the ground and the blood line on the snow that could tell something was wrong with the eyes.

"It's all right?" Stephen scratched his head.

Tom: "That's right."

He cursed in a low voice, and his voice sank a bit: "Hurry up."

Stephen: "I know."

With a clear goal, it is naturally better than looking around like headless chickens in the snow.

Both of them walked fast, and they had enough rest in the past few days, so they immediately pulled up their legs and followed the blood lines on the ground.

After walking all the way for about two hours, they managed to avoid starving Stephen, so they saw someone.

The mob squatted on the ground and was scraping the small snowdrifts on the ground.