"Uh... let me think about it..."
Holding the chicken soup in his hand, he drank while thinking about it in the dark night.
"The name of the game I participated in is called Abyss of Fear. The specific content of the game is... Damn, I can't seem to remember... "
Dark Night suddenly frowned.
"It's okay, think about it slowly."
While speaking considerately, Qiguang Mengxing was very attentive and helped him fill up another bowl of soup.
"We have plenty of time now, don't we?"
"Uh... what you said is correct..."
While taking the bowl of chicken soup handed over by the other party, after being stunned for a moment, Heiye Piaoluo nodded.
"Then let me think about it carefully... By the way, why don't you drink soup?"
Looking at the Qingguang Mengxing in front of me, it seemed a little strange that the night was falling.
In the past, it was pretty good if he could grab a bowl of the soup made by the Lancer. Now, it is strange no matter how you think about it, to have a refill after drinking a bowl.
"I've already drank it. This is specially prepared for you."
While turning the pen in his hand, Qi Guang Mengxing nodded matter-of-factly.
"What, don't you want to drink? If not, leave it to others."
As he spoke, Qiguang Mengxing made a move to grab him.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, the soup made by the Lancer is excellent, and I won't waste it."
He quickly turned sideways and drank the chicken soup in the bowl in one gulp.
"How's it going? Does it taste good? I'll serve you another bowl."
As soon as he finished the bowl of soup in his hand, Qiguang Mengxing immediately brought him another bowl of soup.
"Uh... still drink?"
Looking at the bowl of chicken soup in front of him, he felt vaguely that something was wrong in the dark night.
"This is the soup made by the spearmen, doesn't it taste good?"
Just looking at him like this, Qi Guang Mengxing tilted her head slightly.
"Uh... It's not that it doesn't taste good, it just feels like something isn't quite right..."
Raising his head and looking at the activated polyploid and Qingguang Mengxing standing in front of him, Hei Ye Piaoluo asked a little strangely.
"But speaking of which, why are there only the two of you, and where are the others? Haven't you come back from the game yet?"
"If you haven't come back, I guess it will take a while."
He reached out and touched his head, and the activated polyploid began to speak with a buzzing sound.
"Out of everyone, you are the first to come back."
"Is that so?"
He picked up the chicken soup in front of him and took a sip, with a thoughtful look on his face as the night fell.
"But I remember that here in the center of the camp, there should be someone guarding the high platform at all times..."
As he spoke, Hei Ye Piaoluo turned his head and glanced at the side of the launch tower.
- On the high platform next to the launch tower, Ziqi glanced at him indifferently.
"Someone is guarding me, what's wrong?"
Qi Guang Mengxing looked baffled.
"I don't know why, but I always feel like something is not quite right..."
He turned his gaze away from the high platform and frowned in the dark night.
"Are you too stressed? After all, you just came back from that kind of game..."
With a sigh, Qi Guang Mengxing stood up and helped him fill the pressure cooker with another bowl of chicken soup, then placed it in front of him.
"Here, have another bowl of soup. This is the soup made by the spearmen. It's not salty, not bland, and it tastes great."
—Different from before, the color of this bowl of chicken soup began to turn towards bright red.
"Wait, why is this chicken soup red?"
Heiye Piaoluo also noticed this, raised his head and asked a little strangely.
"With the addition of chili oil, don't you like spicy food the most?"
Qi Guang Mengxing pointed to the pressure cooker.
Beside the table, the activated polyploid was holding a can of chili oil and pouring it into the pot. When he looked over, the other party smiled at him.
"Uh... okay."
After thinking about it for a while, Heiye Piaoluo, who felt that there was nothing wrong, once again picked up the bowl and drank with his head down.
I have to say that the chicken soup with chili oil is indeed better than the previous chicken soup... or so he thought as the night fell.
So after finishing the bowl of chicken soup, he still had some unsatisfied taste.
"How's it going? Does it taste good?"
Pray for good luck in dreaming of stars.
"This is the soup made by the spearmen."
"Well...it's really good."
After thinking about it for a while, Heiye Piaoluo nodded.
“If it’s good, let’s have another bowl!!”
Rolling up his sleeves, Qi Guang Mengxing volunteered and stood up again holding the bowl in front of him.
"Let's not talk about anything else. The chicken soup cooked by the spearmen today is enough!!"
"etc… "
Just as Heiye Piaoliu was about to stop him, a bowl of chicken soup was placed in front of him again, the soup surface was bright red.
"Come, have some soup!!"
"Well… "
With a wry smile on his face, Heiye Piaoluo picked up the bowl again.
But this time, while drinking soup, he suddenly felt something hard bitten in his mouth. When he spit it out, a broken finger appeared in front of him.
At that moment, Dark Night's face changed.
"this is… "
"Chicken feet."
When he came over and took a look, Qi Guang Mengxing looked as if he was taking it for granted.
"Why, haven't you ever eaten chicken?"
"Uh... this is what chicken feet look like?"
When asked by the other party, Hei Ye Piao Luo suddenly became confused again.
"Eh? Isn't it?"
Qi Guang Mengxing turned her head and looked at Bai Zhi in front of her.
"Chicken feet look like this."
Putting the jar of chili oil in his hand on the table, Bai Zhi nodded to the falling night with a serious look on his face.
"Really? Uh... Maybe I remembered it wrong..."
He reached out and pressed his forehead, feeling his head hurt inexplicably as the night fell.
"Do you have a headache? Then drink another bowl of chicken soup."
Seeing this scene, Bai Zhi immediately and diligently served him a bowl of chicken soup.
"Let me tell you, the soup made by Lancer is absolutely outstanding. Anyone who has tasted it will say it is good. I highly recommend it..."
"Wait, what did you just say?"
The falling darkness suddenly interrupted his words.
"The soup made by the spearmen is excellent, isn't it?"
Bai Zhi looked confused.
"The last sentence!!"
“I highly recommend…”
"How is that possible? That guy wouldn't recommend Lancer's soup to others!!"
Black Night Piaoluo suddenly stood up from his seat.
"You fake!!"
When a certain doubtful point is found, the rest of the doubtful points will follow like a tide.
The ever-changing characters, the abnormal behavior of others, and the bowls of chicken soup I drank...
—From the beginning to the end, he never left the game, he was still in the game! !
At this time, he stood up and finally saw the situation inside the pressure cooker.
...In the pressure cooker, the spearman's head was floating in a pool of blood.
Really? The soup made by the spearmen.
Then what I drank before...
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt nauseated as the night fell.
"Ugh..."
… … … … … … … … …
When Heiye Piaoluo finally came out of the game, his face was truly horribly pale, and he was even a little unsteady on his feet.
The game he played just now caused an extremely severe blow to his soul.
Even until now, he has never been able to calm down.
After looking around and taking an extra look at the high platform to make sure that he was really back in the camp this time, the night fell and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Dragging his exhausted body, he reluctantly walked to a pavilion and sat down. However, just when he was about to calm down, a certain spearman came towards him carrying a pot of soup.
"Come, have a bowl of chicken soup, this is me..."
"!!!"
Before the spearman could finish his words, Nightfall covered his mouth and ran away.
Kind-hearted spearman: "???"
I have successfully adjusted my daily routine O▽O
[Crying with joy] Skirt ① Liuba ② 17 ⑦ ① Six
Volume 2 The Miracle of Improbable Probability: Chapter 1259 Chapter 344 The Last Day of Auditions (4k)
If the games in the intermediate game area are just physical torture, then the games in the advanced game area are both physical and mental torture.
- In this regard, Heiye Piaoluo himself said that he has the most say.
Due to his in-game experience, even after several days, he still had a certain psychological shadow about the soup cooked by a certain spearman. He didn't even dare to drink it and could only watch helplessly. It can be said that he suffered a heavy loss.
But facts aside, everything is still beautiful.
When the time came to the 29th day of the audition, as Black Maple Leaf returned to the camp, the progress bar in the attribute column of all 14 players in the camp finally reached 100%.