Li Yinhang just took the mango halberd, but he didn't take a bite. Hearing this, his appetite suddenly diminished.
The reminder of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, although out of date, has no problems.
Last night was the necessary rest and relaxation after a brain battle.
Overnight, they must adjust their mentality and try their best to deal with the last big battle.
They have come here, and there is no room for relaxation.
If you are not careful, all your previous efforts will be in vain.
Li Yinhang would never underestimate any dungeon, especially last night, she had a general understanding of what a real difficult dungeon was from Nanji Xing, and she did not dare to underestimate the final test.
All of a sudden, many worries and unease came up together.
Li Yinhang guessed: "Will he separate us?"
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: "Maybe."
Li Yinhang: "Will we put us in opposing camps? Either you die or I live?"
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: "It's also possible."
Li Yinhang swallowed quietly: "Then..."
Yuan Mingqing interrupted her: "It is possible to erase all our memories, seal the prop library, and start from scratch."
Li Yinhang: "..."
She hurriedly stuffed herself a big mouthful of banji to suppress her shock.
The Glider-shaped South Pole star squatted on her shoulders and patted her back with her slender tail, fearing that she would choke.
After intimidating Li Yinhang, Yuan Mingqing was about to get milk when he came into contact with Nan Zhou staring at him intently.
Following closely, Jiang Fang also chuckled lightly.
When Yuan Mingqing stopped, he realized that his little thought could not be hidden from these two people.
In fact, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties knew the thinking of high-dimensional people best.
- If they are still 4 people, the high-dimensional people will definitely put them into the 2v2 dungeon, and it is very likely that they are the first team of Nanzhou and the first team of Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang did not hesitate to recruit Chen Sufeng into the team in the "Douzhuan" casino, not only to fulfill their promise to Chen Sufeng in the arena at that time, but also to break the possibility that Gao Wei framed them.
Apart from the Antarctic star who turned himself into a bug, the "Cube Ark" at this time is an odd integer system with a full 5 people. At this time, if you want to play the 2v2 routine, from the perspective of fairness, it cannot be achieved in terms of number of people. .
Gaowei people probably wouldn't have expected it in advance, and even after several teams sacrificed, they couldn't stop the "Lifang Ark".
Chen Sufeng, the fifth person, joined temporarily.
Therefore, they can't be able to tailor their clothes, and immediately make a highly targeted copy. They can only pick and choose from the existing copies, and temporarily rush to select a similar copy.
That is to say, the high-dimensional people are probably not ready yet. Taking this opportunity to join the game as quickly as possible may increase the winning rate a little.
Yuan, Ming and Qing's ideas certainly have their reasons.
But instead of directly stating his speculation, he deliberately exaggerated the ability of the high-dimensional people and the seriousness of the situation, which is also helpless.
- He was worried that "Ark Cube" would take a rest after winning the "Douzhuan" bet, leaving too much preparation time for the high-dimensional people, and he was worried that other people in "Ark Cube" would suspect that he had ulterior motives for urging them to enter the dungeon blindly.
They are not in the same boat after all.
This insurmountable identity gap straddles them, leaving a gap in their "teammates" identities.
To say that they can trust each other unreservedly, "Li Fangzhou" dares to say that Yuan, Ming and Qing would not believe it.
So he had to keep a good hand, and dared not openly take out his sincerity and exchange it with them.
… the results were still seen through.
Yuan Mingqing knew that it was very dangerous to work with the "Cube Ark" to pass the final level with such a marginal mentality.
But the mentality problem, even if you realize it, how can you easily control it
Last night, Yuan, Ming and Qing were thinking all the way, and stayed up all night.
Li Yinhang's single-player combat ability and mentality are all pitfalls in the team.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang have won their winning streak all the way, and the wind is smooth, I am afraid they will look down on the high-dimensional people.
Yuan Mingqing himself...
He is always worried that he is not trusted, and when his crisis is imminent, I am afraid that he will not be able to fully trust them.
Yuan, Ming and Qing's analysis became more and more distraught, and he simply turned his attention to Chen Sufeng: "What do you think?"
"Ask me? I'm free."
Chen Sufeng focused on smearing jam on everyone's bread with a fork, acting earnestly, as if this was the most important thing for him at the moment, and no high-dimensional person was so important: "Any time."
... This answer also does not satisfy Yuan Mingqing.
He still remembered that in yesterday's "fighting game", when Chen Sufeng and others gambled their lives with Russian roulette, every shot fired the momentum of suicide, and every move was full of madness.
But now, he is sitting there quietly, like a well-behaved and obedient male college student.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was a strong emotion in his heart, like an active volcano, and he didn't know when it would erupt.
To put it bluntly, everyone has more or less their own problems.
… The more the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties were calculating, the more they felt that their chances of winning were limited, and they needed to work hard before entering the dungeon.
But if the time is delayed, it will give Gaowei people time to prepare for them.
Dilemma.
The house was silent.
Today's weather is gloomy and cloudy, and there has been muffled thunder since early morning.
Originally, this kind of weather is the most suitable for sleeping in, but the war is imminent, and everyone has their own ideas.
At the moment of silence, suddenly, there was a very soft knock on the door.
"Tude."
The voice seemed to be knocking straight into the heart, making people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.
The house was already quiet, and the five of them kept quiet in unison, trying to pretend that there was no one in the house, so as to test the reaction of the visitors.
But the visitor seemed to be convinced that someone was in the room, and the knock on the door sounded again: "Dudu."
Chen Sufeng made a ball of the unfinished pancake roll in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and skillfully reached out and touched the dagger, leaning on his chest, looking at the door with a calm expression.
Nan Zhou got up and walked towards the door generously.
Yuan Mingqing was shocked: "...Hello."
Even though they knew that after some tossing of the high-dimensional people, there were basically no companions who could pose a threat to them in the safety point, but Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasty still refused to let go of their vigilance.
Thanks to the pursuit of thousands of people, Yuan, Ming and Qing did not believe that other players would trust "Lifang Ark".
In case those extreme players want to do something to them...
Wouldn't it have been worse if someone was injured or at a loss? …
In the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, Nan Zhou frankly slid the door chain and opened the door.
Outside the door stood a naive doll, with Yi Shuige's glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Nan Zhou and the puppet tilted their heads simultaneously.
The puppet came uninvited, walked in staggeringly, unzipped the zipper on his stomach, revealing a soft cotton ball, and… many prop cards hidden in the cotton.
It took things out in the same way and lined them up on the ground.
Nan Zhou picked up the same.
With a ding, a Grade A medicine box immediately passed through the trading system and passed into an empty storage slot.
-Only in the state of blood loss, it can restore 40 blood per unit.
Nan Zhou picked it up again.
It is an oxygen card, which can renew oxygen for 72 hours.
These item cards with strange functions and values ranging from c to s grades have been uniformly processed by the system and become free 0-point trading cards.
There are a lot of props in the puppet's stomach. It crouches on the ground, uses both hands, and is busy.
It is like a Doraemon, and it takes out the arrangement code in the same way.
In addition to these items, there is also a handwritten letter with neat lines. Although there is no signature, but just by looking at the puppet and the words "death and life" on the glasses legs, you can guess whose handwriting it is. .
"After helping you yesterday, many people found me and wanted to ask me to pass on some things to you before you entered the dungeon."
"I know you may not need it, but it's better than nothing."
"Some people hate you, some people trust you, and they can only trust you."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Yuan Mingqing took the letter and read it twice from the beginning to the end, but he still couldn't come back to his senses: "...?"
… to send props
And it was sent by those ordinary players
Obviously they have faced each other with swords, why are they willing to help them now
They can't necessarily win.
At that time, the high-dimensional people may also throw them into a copy of which the props do not work, and they will be given away for nothing.
Instead of giving it to them, it is better to stay, in case of any unexpected situation, such as these people fail to pass the level, the game restarts, they can also save their own lives.
Why-
The more Yuan Mingqing thought about it, the more he felt that his face had a fever.
He has always believed that human beings are ants, and in the face of an incomprehensible force far beyond his own, he should only be shivering and begging for mercy to save his life.
But ants also have spirits.
The universe is vast and powerful, and it has nothing to do with them.
They do not live for the universe.
They try to stretch their tentacles, pass each other, and try to pass on a little hope of winning.
It took a long time for the doll to complete the inventory of the item cards.
572 cards, also 572 kinds of hearts.
There may be more, but after screening by Yi Shuige, it was found that the effect was not great, so it was returned.
After handing over the gift, the doll has no intention of leaving.
Nan Zhou looked at the puppet for a moment, then came to regret it, reached out and took off the glasses the puppet was wearing.
In an instant, Nan Zhou felt that the world in front of him was dazzling like a kaleidoscope, the color blocks were upside down, and the colors were flowing.
But soon, everything was back to normal.
Nan Zhou pulled down the brown sunglasses he was wearing, revealing a pair of eyes with flowing light.
... Yi Shuige threw his most core S-class life-saving props to them with a wave of his hand.
The same thought appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.
Could he... be in danger
…
Yi Shuige wore a pair of ordinary brown glasses and a body of water vapor. He put his index finger on the key ring, and while shaking the key, he pushed the door into the house: "I'm back."
When he opened the door, he saw the loose straps on the head of the bed for the first time, being blown away by the rain and wind blowing in from the wide open window.
A moment of silver light.
When the chill in the throat came along with the slight pain, Yi Shuige only felt a heat in the neck, followed by a slight tingling pain.
Yi Shuige tapped the top of his jaw with the tip of his tongue, a little surprised: "… Oh?"
Xie Xiangyu turned in from behind the door, flipped the self-made steel thorn in his hand upwards, cut into the skin a little diagonally, and stopped going further: "Don't move."
The steel thorns are sharp, and each thin thorn is inlaid with deep bloodletting grooves.
As long as he leaned a little further, Yi Shuige's slit throat would turn into a blood canal bursting.
Before Yi Shuige could speak, Xie Xiangyu knocked off the glasses he used to disguise and broke it with one foot.
His eyes, which had been hidden under the glasses, had returned to their normal appearance.
His eyes were hazel, and without that weird floodlight, Yi Shuige added a bit of a gentle Confucianism to his whole person.
Xie Xiangyu raised his chin proudly and said with a smile: "Mr. Yi, I want to know, if you don't have 'Puppet Dance', how are you going to deal with me?"