\/Su Qingyu: Interesting, the functions are quite complete. Let's go for a walk someday. I'm too tired from running dungeons these days. I can't run anymore for the time being. I'll rest at home for a few days first.
Zhuang Xiaodie: Okay, I'll wait for you. You should have a good rest. Call me when you're done. I'll bring you the cloak that your father gave you.
Su Qingyu: I heard in the dungeon that there is a place called Black Moon Street, where the dungeon will not descend. There are humans and monsters doing business there. It should be quite interesting. Let's find a chance to explore it.
I heard there is a hospital inside. If it is reliable, we can go there for treatment if we get sick in the future.
Zhuang Xiaodie: Yeah.
After finishing the chat with Zhuang Xiaodie, Su Qingyu looked through other unread messages.
There is a strange dungeon invitation.
The number of messages sent by grandma has reached 99+. You don’t need to click on the little red dot to know that it is urging Su Qingyu to go visit her.
If you respond, you will either enter the nursing home copy or the hospital copy. The levels of the copies in these two places will definitely not be low.
So, Su Qingyu didn't even click on the message.
There are also some strange and unknown people who like to send her bloody pictures, and then add some self-introduction texts, which roughly mean to boast that they are very powerful and hope that Su Qingyu can contract them.
But in fact, Su Qingyu had no impression of them.
I scrolled down and saw that Zhu Shanhai had also sent an unread message. I clicked on it and saw only one sentence: Come and get together with the Red Organization when you have time, and keep in touch.
This message has been there for several days.
Su Qingyu hesitated for a moment and replied with an emoticon of a fat cat yawning.
She has spent much more time in contact with weird things than with humans.
As for the rest, there was no news worth Su Qingyu's reply.
She turned on some festive music, put down her phone, applied a hydrating facial mask to herself, and then leaned back in the bathtub to relax.
After taking a shower, Su Qingyu stood in front of the mirror, wrapped her wet hair with a dry towel, put on her cotton pajamas, and waited until the dry towel absorbed some of the water on the surface of her hair. Then she let her hair down, turned on the smart mode of the hair dryer, and started to blow dry her hair.
This is beneficial to the maintenance of hair.
After blowing her hair until it was 70% dry, Su Qingyu walked out of the bathroom wearing slippers.
Shuangxi followed consciously.
After Su Qingyu returned to the bedroom, she took out the finger that the cook gave her in the [Shifu] copy from her original clothes pocket and placed it in front of Shuangxi.
"Shuangxi, does this thing look familiar to you?"
Shuangxi looked at the finger, opened his mouth, and said expressionlessly, "Mother."
Sure enough, there is no kindness without reason.
Su Qingyu was silent and she gave the finger to Shuangxi.
Then, Shuangxi ate the finger in front of her.
Crunchy.
Su Qingyu did not find any change in expression on Shuangxi's wooden face. For her, eating this finger was no different from eating the bloody meat at the dining table.
"Master, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Su Qingyu shook his head: "No more."