I rely on my face to pretend to be poor in the world of infinite flow

【……In order to make the game more interesting, Hell will randomly arrange a teammate for you. Please be sure to love each other with your teammate, and I hope you will reach the next stop of Hell alive. 】

Unlike the flower-armed man and the exaggerated aristocratic style who are lucky enough to be together, in the three-person group bullying Yu Xingzhi in the square, Huang Mao and a stranger were grouped together.

Although he couldn't be with his familiar teammates, Huang Mao was not worried.

He is very good at playing games, and soon discovered that the mental power was restricted and could not be materialized, and after a short period of panic, he stabilized his mind.

Huang Mao and his friends are not people who want to be able to follow the strategy. On the contrary, no matter what game they play, they can quickly get started and become the mainstay.

To describe it in more straightforward terms, it is the legendary cancer player.

They are the only ones who bully other players, and never passively counterattack in the hands of other players.

Therefore, after realizing the restrictive conditions, Huang Mao's first reaction was definitely not to cooperate, but to immediately set up an ambush to eliminate the strange teammates who had just entered the game and had a face-to-face meeting, and took the initiative of the game into his own hands.

However, this was the first time he fought without relying on mental strength, and the yellow hair was more or less defeated.

His eyes were hastily sprinkled with dirt by the opponent. By the time he eliminated the opponent and washed his eyes with the water in his backpack, a lot of time had passed.

Huang Mao's eyes were red and swollen, and his vision was as if he had been short-sighted by five hundred degrees without wearing glasses.

He stood there and looked with red eyes. He didn't see an NPC, but a bunch of paper figurines at the door.

This was only discovered when he was standing there subconsciously reaching out to support the wall.

"unlucky."

Huang Mao glanced at the house where the funeral was held, and walked away in disgust.

He looked at the terrain here, why has there been no NPC for so long?

"What about the task announcement? What is the task of the dungeon? Why is there no prompt?"

It can't be because he eliminated his teammates, so the game defaults that their group violates the rules and doesn't give tasks?

"Okay, I'll find the clues myself."

He rubbed his uncomfortable eyes again, and found a way to walk down the street.

After walking a few steps, his ears moved, as if he heard a child's voice.

Like laughing and like crying.

It was difficult to judge the voice, and Huang Mao didn't want to be nosy, so he continued to walk in a random direction.

For experienced players like them, many subconscious choices are actually intuitions accumulated in countless games.

Sure enough, Huang Mao turned two corners and saw people.

On the street ahead, three or two little boys aged seven or eight stood there, either fat or tall.

A little girl with shofar braids was sitting on the ground, covering her eyes and crying.

The fat boy tugged at her pigtails so hard that the little girl was tilted, so light and frail.

"Why are you crying? Did it make you cry? Collect your cat pee!"

Children's swearing words are learned from their elders, and they are extremely vulgar.

Another tall boy with a shrewd and domineering face kicked the little girl's ass, and the little girl threw herself on the sandy ground in front of her like a rubber ball, and it took her a long time to get up, crying as softly as a mosquito.

The last little boy looked at it with a snot in his nose and smiled: "It's so fun, I want to kick it too."

He immediately imitated the big brothers in front and kicked the little girl, but tripped himself to the ground stupidly.

So she opened her mouth and cried, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo on her!""

The two boys were annoyed and comforted him, and kicked the little girl several times like revenge: "It's alright, alright, don't cry, let us avenge you."

The little girl just got up and was kicked down again. In the end, the crying of the whole person seemed to be nothing.

Huang Mao didn't take it seriously when he saw them bullying the little girl, he leaned against the wall to rest, and planned to watch the excitement, and when the adults came out, he tried to trick these NPCs.

He didn't expect these children to go too far, even if his eyes were uncomfortable, he could still see that the little girl's whole face was swollen out of shape, and those children were riding on her body, punching and kicking her.

I'm afraid I will be beaten to death if I continue to bully like this.

Huangmao feels that he is not a person with a sense of justice, and even they bullied that cute new player who is particularly good-looking when they were bored in the square before, but the behavior of these little boys is close to the devil, and they are already in a bad mood The yellow hair was so angry that it burned up.

He spat and filled the bottle of mineral water he used to wash his eyes with the sand on the ground.

While swiping it vigorously, he walked towards those people.

The sand bottle that flew over hit the little boy's leg accurately, and he was stepping on the motionless little girl like stepping on a rag doll.

The bottle hit his leg, and the little boy's leg made a sound like it was broken, and he fell to the ground. He opened his mouth in pain for the first time, but tears came out, and he couldn't cry. It took a long time Only then did he find his voice and burst into tears.

"Ahhhh—it hurts me to death, mom, I want mom! Kill this bad guy!"

Huang Mao sneered, glared at the other two with red and blurred eyes, walked over, and kicked each of them out before they could react.

"Hey, you didn't know where you were when your father and I bullied people? Little B is bad enough. Your parents don't teach you how to behave, your father teaches them for them."

Huang Mao is indeed not a good person. He has always done things like punching old people, kicking young children and bullying the weak. Otherwise, he would be boring and fun, and bullying a teammate in the square seems to be doing nothing. Adorable new player on a remote planet that you don't understand?

But he felt that he was bad enough, and he wouldn't beat a little girl who looked like five or six years old like this.

They are also measured and forceful when they are cancerous tumors. Even seeing this kind of vicious thing makes him angry.

The little girl was still lying on the sand and couldn't get up. Her pink skirt and white socks were all dirty. She tried to get up tremblingly, and finally let out a soft cry.

Huang Mao beat the three kids away, and originally planned to follow the direction they were running to find someone, but for some reason, he turned to look at the little girl, but his feet didn't move.

He watched for a long time, but the little girl was still crying and couldn't get up.

With a dark face, Huang Mao let out an impatient tsk sound, and couldn't help rubbing his eyes while walking over to pick her up.

The little girl was thin and light, as if she was malnourished, and her whole body froze from the touch of the yellow hair.

Huang Mao's eyes were swollen and uncomfortable, and he hadn't made much progress in the game for a long time. He had never been impatient, and now he was feeling extremely irritable.

He squatted on the ground with a cold face, supported the little girl with one hand, and gently patted the sand on her body with the other.

"Where are your parents? Don't care about you."

"Hey." The little girl rubbed her eyes and cried softly.

"I just know how to cry. I tell you, next time you encounter a group of people bullying you alone, don't be afraid. It's useless. Just grab the weakest one and beat it to death. If you can't beat it, just bite it. Poke his eyeballs, understand? Hey, that kind of little B...little bastard, if you know it hurts, you won’t dare to provoke you next time. The more you cry, the more afraid they will bully you, you know?"

Huang Mao squinted his eyes and instilled the crooked ways of the cancer player in the little girl, and the little girl just rubbed her eyes and cried.

"Okay, okay." Huang Mao sneered triumphantly, "It's just that they hit you twice, your father... your brother and me, just kicked me, and I will avenge you with a proper interest rate. Don't cry Already."

Huangmao watched her rubbing her eyes, and his red and swollen eyes became more and more uncomfortable: "Don't rub it, wait until the dirty things get in, and your eyes will hurt."

He casually searched in his backpack, and he washed his eyes with the only two bottles of water left, and only found bread.

Huang Mao simply peeled off the wrapping paper of the bread and handed it to the little girl: "Here, I'll give you something delicious, don't cry, I'm so tired of crying."

The little girl really didn't cry this time, and obediently took the bread and started to eat it.

She stopped crying, and Huang Mao blinked her red and swollen eyes, which were almost five degrees, and finally saw her face clearly.

Seeing this, he finally understood why those little boys bullied her: "Grass, you really look...abstract."

The little quality left and the care of the girl's self-esteem made him press down the sentence "ugly crying".

But the little girl was still dumbfounded when she heard the words, her face puffed up if she wanted to cry.

Huang Mao looked embarrassed and shy: "I'm sorry, your brother has no quality, he is not very good at talking."

But the little girl's face is really too beautiful to say, it's not cute enough.

It was swollen like a steamed bun, the skin was rough, yellow and dull, not cute at all, the eyebrows were not the same, the eyes were so small that they almost didn’t exist in the blurred vision, only the mouth was still there. So thin that it doesn't exist.

It's like a primary school student drew a face and wiped off the facial features with an eraser.

Hearing this, the little girl bowed her head in low self-esteem, and wept with a piece of bread in her mouth.

Huang Mao looked embarrassed, and scratched his hair: "Well, girls have changed at eighteen, the more beautiful they are when they are young, the uglier they are when they grow up, you must be a great beauty when you grow up like this, really."

The little girl, whose self-esteem was broken all over the ground, cried even more sadly.

What Huangmao said was useless, he was irritable and guilty.

"Okay, okay, it's okay to cry for a while, and I will beat you again later when I call them in."

The little girl was so frightened that her voice was small, but she still cried softly like a mosquito.

Huangmao had no choice but to squat down resignedly: "I'm convinced, I'm really convinced, you are my ancestor. Come up, let's leave here first and talk about it. When the parents come out, I can beat a group of people and I can't do the task." "

The little girl lay flat on his back, her crooked braids hanging down the side of Huang Mao's face.

"Hold your neck, and be careful to lie down firmly. It's as light as paper. When your brother accidentally forgets you, you will fly out with a brake, and it will fall into eight petals with a snap! Hahahaha."

As if consciously telling a very funny joke, Huang Mao smiled with his mouth tilted.

The little girl on the back listened intently to what he said, and sure enough she stopped crying.

"Papa." With a voice as soft and waxy as spitting bubbles, he called Huang Mao.

"Hey, hey, I'm only twenty! Can dad be called whatever he wants?"

"Papa." The thin and tender voice yelled, while gnawing on the yellow hair with its mouth, like a little rabbit eating grass.

Huang Mao felt the saliva on his hair, and showed a terrifying expression: "Stop, stop, stop... okay, you can bark if you like. When I find your parents, I don't care if they want to beat you."

Huang Mao fixed the little girl on her back with one hand, touched the backpack tied around her waist with the other hand, and touched a piece of bread. For the little girl on the back.

"Eat this. It may be a little dry, bear with it, and I will find you some water later."

"Papa, papa." The little girl picked at the yellow hair on his left side.

"What's it called? Well, you mean go left?"

"Papa!" in a soft and happy tone.

"Understood, don't bite your hair. You will be bald later, and you will ask your parents for damages."

Huang Mao turned to the left with the little girl on his back.

It was getting darker, and his red and blurred eyes still hurt, but the stinging feeling was gone.

On the back of the yellow hair lay a little girl made of rough paper. The paper figurine's face without facial features was stiff and terrifying under the dim yellow moonlight, with a black crack-like mouth and sharp jagged teeth.

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