Yan Wei blinked.
His gaze fell directly on the man holding the longbow in front of him, his hands clenched slightly, and his perception caused his nerves to tense up.
The sunlight fell obliquely, passing through the sparsely populated alleys in the world inside the building, half of the alleys were illuminated in sunlight and half in shadows. And the man in black stood in the shadows, as if completely melted into the darkness.
If he hadn't heard the long arrow with the invitation letter coming through the air just now, Yan Wei would not have noticed the existence of this person at all.
very strong.
The person in front of him is definitely not a low-level player below the fifth floor.
With a movement of Yan Mingguang's wrist, the tail of the whip tied to Yan Wei's hand retracted to the handle of the long whip. At the moment when he withdrew his long whip, this man rarely said something human: [Stand behind me.]
Without saying a word, Yan Wei moved behind Yan Mingguang.
The moment Yan Mingguang took off his hood from the bar and stood in front of the dealer, they were already grasshoppers on a rope. Yan Wei was obviously not as good as Yan Mingguang, so it was understandable to hide behind Yan Mingguang at this time.
If he restrained his shrewd but clear temperament, he would be restrained in his pale brown eyes, and his delicate white face perfectly set off Yan Wei's obedient and docile manner.
A gray windbreaker wraps his slender but thin body, his pure black hair is soft and fluffy, and his thick eyelashes glide through the sunlight in flashes, casting fine shadows.
Lin Zhen looked past Yan Mingguang, carefully sized Yan Wei, and his eyes became more playful: "Yan, you have a good vision."
Yan Wei's goosebumps almost popped up when Lin Zhen saw it.
Fortunately, this frivolous look is not a bad thing—if there is any doubt about his identity, it shouldn't be such a look.
This person's attention was on Yan Mingguang from the beginning to the end, and the hand holding the long bow subconsciously tilted towards Yan Mingguang, obviously only guarding against Yan Mingguang.
The person in front of him should not have heard their conversation just now.
Yan Mingguang glanced at his tiger's mouth that was dripping blood, tightly grasped the pure black invitation letter with his knuckle-boned hand, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Lin Zhen just smiled, his bewitching red pupils reflected the sunlight, and his tone was full of excitement: "Open it and have a look?" He pointed to the invitation letter in Yan Mingguang's hand.
Yan Mingguang opened the invitation with one hand.
On the invitation letter, under the thick black background, the scarlet blood color wrote the dungeon reminder and layer information that this invitation letter can be opened.
In addition, the invitation letter has already signed a player's name - Lin Zhen.
"Because I was the first player to bet that you passed the copy of the Promenade Hotel, not only did I get the right to choose the invitation letter, I also got two identical invitation letters. My name has already been signed," Lin Zhen Smiling, raised his head slightly, and took a deep breath as if enjoying himself, "This invitation letter is for you. I heard that you provoked Jiang Xiu without fear of death... I can let Jiang Xiu get another invitation letter to enter this dungeon , ah... It seems that now, it depends on whether you dare to sign this letter."
Lin Zhen fiddled with the bowstring of his pitch-black longbow boredly. While the bowstring was vibrating, a black arrow appeared on the longbow out of thin air.
The next moment, the long black arrow flew out of the string, piercing through the wall with a "swoosh", completely piercing the wall on the side of the alley.
Yan Mingguang turned a blind eye to this show of strength, and just said solemnly: "Purpose."
"My purpose? Hey, I don't have any goals. I only like two things - defeating the strong and being defeated by the strong."
Lin Zhen flipped his wrist, put the longbow on his back, turned around and disappeared into the shadows.
"yan... looking forward to seeing you in the dungeon—it doesn't matter if you bring pets."
People are gone.
On the invitation letter held by Yan Mingguang, the name "Lin Zhen" was lying there quietly, and the dungeon clue was only a pattern of a half-opened umbrella, under which was the number of dungeon layers.
— Seven floors.
This is actually a seven-story dungeon related to umbrellas!
Yan Wei closed his eyes and listened carefully, but his perception didn't give him any information. The Lin Zhen who appeared suddenly was obviously stronger than all the players they had seen so far. Yan Wei still didn't want to take it lightly, and still kept that docile expression, saying, "Shall we go back first?"
The chirping sound slid across the air, and the long whip tied Yan Wei's wrist again.
[?]Yan Weiyizheng, [We go back like this? Do you really think you are walking your pet?]
[Prevent accidents and facilitate communication.]
The man still had a cold face, his expression remained unchanged, and the inner voice that came through the whip was imprinted with indifference.
This is also true, this is the best way to keep Yan Wei's identity from being exposed.
Yan Wei glanced at the whip, followed the whip, and looked at the bottomless black eyes of the other party, the deep outline seemed calm, without any emotion.
... But why did he feel that Yan Mingguang was gloating just now
Lighting wine area, the bar where Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang visited just now.
All the players watched the two of them leave in dead silence, and then there were uproarious noises erupting one after another.
"A player who just passed the first floor challenged Jiang Xiu on the tenth floor? Didn't he want to run away quickly? Moreover, he provoked Jiang Xiu in such a high-profile manner, which was tantamount to slapping Yuemang in the face. Other organizations that wanted to recruit would only Wait and see."
"It's a pity. The first newcomer dungeon will be able to open the gambling building, and it will be recorded in the endless stone tablet. This yan has infinite potential, so just wait for it to grow up..."
"With Jiang Xiu's personality, he would go to Yan even if he deliberately went downstairs."
"The spirit is too high. No matter how high the potential is, it is just potential. Before it grows up, it means that it has no strength. I thought there would be an extra seed, but now it seems that he will not be able to come out in the next instance."
"..."
Sitting in the box of the bar, Jiang Xiu watched the video projection of Yan Mingguang appearing in front of the dealer just now.
His face was gloomy, the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging, and his voice was filled with anger: "He is really courageous."
The banker standing on the side held a pure black invitation letter in his hand, nodded and bowed his head: "Brother Jiang, calm down, isn't it worth it to get angry with the bastard who just passed the first level of dungeon?"
Jiang Xiu turned his head, grabbed the invitation letter and opened it.
On the invitation letter, the dungeon reminded that an umbrella pattern was drawn, and the number of layers was seven layers. The time to open the dungeon in the invitation letter was five days later.
"Sent by Lin Zhen?"
"Yes. He said... He said, said he would bring Yan into this copy..."
Jiang Xiu sneered.
"Lin Zhen doesn't join any organization, and never acts with others. When he sees a strong man, he rushes forward. He entered three dungeons and raised the building to the seventh floor three times in a row. He is a person we can't understand at all."
"Then I'll help you return this invitation letter?"
"But he's done everything he wants to do. Don't come to me these days, I'm going to descend to..."
Jiang Xiu glanced at the layers on the invitation letter.
"Down to the seventh floor."
After Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang returned to the apartment Lou arranged for them, Yan Wei called Gao Ming, and the three discussed it in Yan Wei's apartment.
Yan Wei also learned some basic information from Gao Ming.
The players in the world inside the building call those players who have the potential to ascend to the top as seeds. Jiang Xiu, who has already made a feud, and Lin Zhen, who sent them the invitation letter, are both seed players.
Jiang Xiu has a high force value, and he fought steadily and steadily, with the support of a large-scale organization Yuemang behind him. He has a wide network of contacts, a lot of props, and is still a tenth-tier player.
Lin Zhen is mysterious and unpredictable, with a slanted sword. After entering the world inside the building, he only went up the third floor and passed the sixth floor. Every time he entered the dungeon, he lifted the building.
They were all hard ideas, but Yan Wei finally made a decision. Together with Yan Mingguang, he signed the invitation letter on the seventh floor, and directly chose to lift the building from the first floor to the seventh floor.
This is not a blind death, but Yan Wei's deliberate decision.
First, he spent a whole day to quickly understand the general difficulty of the dungeon, and then went to the gambling area. He roughly defined that the difficulty of the dungeon of the Promenade Hotel should be around the fifth or sixth floor, so their next dungeon entered the difficulty level. The elevated seven floors are within the scope of their survival.
Moreover, even if they don't enter this dungeon, they choose to temporarily hide and accumulate strength and experience from the second floor. It is difficult to avoid Jiang Xiu from the first floor to the second floor. When encountering Jiang Xiu who has ten levels of experience and props in the low-level dungeon, the possibility of counterattack is almost zero.
But if it is in the seven-story dungeon with high difficulty, the difficulty represents opportunities, rapid feedback of strength improvement, and a higher possibility of finding powerful props—they will have more room to mediate with Jiang Xiu at that time.
Lin Zhen probably thought of this too, so he was sure that Yan would sign the invitation letter he sent.
After Yan Wei and Gao Ming explained this, they gave Gao Ming the invitation letter they had stolen from the banker of the bar, leaving only a large number of invitation letters on the first and second floors to exchange for some needed things in the shopping mall on the information panel .
The next dungeon is too dangerous, Yan Wei and the others don't intend to let Gao Ming take the risk. Yan Wei used the authority to win the gambling building to choose a three-story simple dungeon, Yan Mingguang changed to a four-story simple dungeon, and gave all of these to Gao Ming, plus Gao Ming's own second-floor simple dungeon invitation letter , enough to ensure that Gao Ming's next three dungeons are safe.
In the four days before the opening of the dungeon, Yan Wei was basically analyzing other dungeons, and also practiced skills under the guidance of Yan Mingguang.
The man slightly encircled him from behind, firmly grasping his wrist with his well-articulated hands, correcting his posture, and said: "The strength and accuracy are good. If you don't reach the target, it's the wrong way to exert force."
Yan Mingguang was half a head taller than Yan Wei, with his head slightly lowered from behind, the warm breath that this man exhaled just hit his ears.
Yan Wei couldn't hold back the redness of his earlobes, and threw the dagger in his hand, not only did not hit the center of the circle circled on the wall, but completely threw it in the direction of the sky, the earth, and the north.
Yan Wei: "..."
Such a cold and good-looking man taught him like this, so he can't be blamed for throwing aside.
Even if he's a gay guy who doesn't want a relationship, he's gay.
He blinked, lowered his eyes, suppressed his embarrassing expression, took the dagger that Yan Mingguang picked up and said casually: "Your student has committed to such a virtue, Teacher Yan, you can't do it."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
The five-day copy buffer period is fleeting.
The moment the countdown on the invitation letter reached zero, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, who were already waiting in the apartment, felt that the surrounding light suddenly dissipated and darkness gathered.
The familiar eerie reminder sounded.
[Welcome to the copy in the building. ]