If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi shook his head and took a small step back, swinging his hands in front of his chest.

It means don't go with him.

But Si Song obviously didn't understand what he meant, "Are you shy?"

"Don't be shy, I'm the new guy and you're the senior."

"I still have a lot of things to teach you, Senior."

"Look, if you hadn't told me there was a public canteen and meal times, I would have been hungry today."

Si Song never stopped talking.

He said things that could be said in one sentence over and over again in several different ways.

As soon as Song Chu listened, his head started to feel dizzy.

He didn't feel it when he was talking, but now that he heard Si Song talking non-stop, his head started to feel dizzy.

Song Chuyi took two steps back, sat down on the bed, put his hands on his thighs, and stared at Si Song unblinkingly.

Si Song: "Are you tired? Why don't you take a rest first?"

"There's still half an hour before dinner time. I'll come find you to have dinner with you in half an hour."

When Song Chu saw that he was finally leaving, he nodded quickly.

go go go go!

Si Song seemed a little reluctant, so he took a few big steps to Song Chuyi and pinched his face.

"Wait for me to call you."

After pinching the slightly pale little face until it turned a little red, Si Song withdrew his hand.

Si Song left, and Song Chu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He poked the little white dumpling in the sea of ​​consciousness.

[I think men are most attractive when they don’t talk. 】

Xiao Tong: [Host, are you saying that you are very attractive now? 】

Song Chuyi: [...]

Well...that's not what I meant.

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After Si Song left, he went to meet the other three people.

The four of them exchanged the information they had collected.

Takeo lived in room 121 on the first floor, and there was room 122 next to him. He knocked on the door, but got no response.

Zhou Boxheng lives in room 123 at the end of the first floor, and there are no neighbors nearby.

He collected more information than others. For example, in addition to the four of them, this lovelorn apartment also had two tenants.

One is the little mute Song Chuyi, and the other is "Shang Ning" who lives in room 122.

But it is still unclear when Shang Ning came to this apartment.

The Loulan demon listened to the messages from several people, played with her curly hair, and her voice was indistinguishable between male and female.

“There was a fire here.”

"I found burnt marks on the wooden planks under my bed."

After they finished speaking, they all looked at Si Song.

Si Song was quite abnormal today.

Everyone in the Tianming Association knows that Si Song is famous for being talkative and the type who can't stop for even a minute.

Even when he was killing the monsters in the dungeon, this guy never stopped talking.

But today, ten minutes passed and the man didn't say a word.

Zhou Boxheng frowned slightly and asked, "Si Song, what did you find?"

Si Song told him about the cafeteria and meal times.

Takeo said loudly from the side: "Your news is the most reliable, I am starving to death."

Loulan Yao glanced at him lightly, and her voice was a little strange.

"There is a canteen here, but do you dare to eat?"

Takeo's expression changed, as if he remembered some bad memories, and he spat secretly.

"Damn, I forgot this is an SSS-level copy."

You can still taste the things in the ordinary dungeon, but in this SSS-level dungeon, who knows what the so-called food is made of.

He was not willing to try it easily.

Loulan Yao glanced at Si Song and narrowed his eyes.

"Si Song, are you planning to go over there?"

"Of course." Si Song's lips curled slightly, "I promised the poor little guy to take him out for dinner."

"Are you talking about the little mute named Song Chuyi?" Loulan Yao frowned. "This dungeon is very strange. There are only two NPCs. We have to be careful."

Si Song waved his hand.

"Don't worry, I know."

He glanced at the time and asked, "Have you gone to look for that person named Shang Ning?"

The three of them looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"Not found." Zhou Boxheng spoke first, "There is no one in room 122."

"This apartment only has three floors. The third floor is sealed off, so the space for activities is only two floors."

"I've also checked outside. This instance is a closed instance. You can't get out at all."

"Even if they are NPCs, their scope of activities is only in this apartment."

Si Song nodded.

"Okay, I see."

"You really don't want to eat?"

"If you don't eat, you'll starve to death."

The three of them shook their heads. Si Song didn't force them. He waved his hand and turned to leave.

According to their experience, SSS copies will not be that simple.

This is only the first day, and they may not have triggered more conditions to find clues, so they can only wait and see.

The three of them returned to their respective rooms, while Sisong knocked on the door of room 222.

At this time, Song Chuyi was lying under the bed, looking at the burned piece of wood, thoughtfully.

This place looks like it's been burned. Was there a fire?

After hearing the knock on the door, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, and then opened the door.

When Si Song saw the door open, he put his big hand on Song Chuyi's shoulder and smiled.

"Little Achu, let's go eat."

"I'm starving."

As twelve o'clock arrived, Song Chuyi saw a flashing transparent arrow appear on the ground.

This was probably to show him the way.

Song Chuyi broke free from Si Song's arm and walked forward following the arrow.

Si Song didn't mind and quickly followed him.

"Little Achu, when do you usually go to eat?"

"Will you have breakfast?"

"Are there any midnight snacks here?"

…………

Song Chuyi silently covered his ears.

very noisy.

After arriving at the canteen, Song Chuyi took the lead in coming to the automatic rice cooker.

Today's menu is written next to it: sweet and sour pork ribs, shredded pork with fish flavor, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and egg drop soup.

The food is quite rich, but there is no choice.

What was pushed out by the automatic rice cooker was today's meal, and there was no option to refuse.

Fortunately, he likes all these dishes.

He picked up the dinner plate and found a seat against the wall to sit down.

Si Song followed him and sat opposite him after seeing him sit down.

This man didn't even stop eating and kept talking.

"This fish-flavored shredded pork stir-fried is not authentic and has no fish flavor at all."

"The vegetables are fresh, but they haven't been washed properly."

"Tsk tsk, this egg drop soup... only has egg whites but no egg drops. Did the chef secretly eat the egg yolks?"

"I can only eat this sweet and sour pork ribs."

Song Chuyi picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and stuffed it into Si Song's mouth.

Eating can always shut him up, right?

Whenever someone puts something in his mouth while he is talking, he will stop and eat obediently.

But at this time, Si Song's eyes lit up, and he said while biting the ribs in his mouth:

"You're so kind, little Achu. You know these ribs are delicious, so just give them to me."

Song Chuyi:...

No, I just want to shut you up.