Gossip Demon World of Online Games

While Transparent is worrying about the lost egg, Immortal and Chrysanthemum are worrying in the instance of Princess Sin's pet room.

"Uh, it's a pet room...it's better to say it's a weed storage room," Juhua Jiong said with enthusiasm, "it's too difficult to find a needle in the haystack!"

"To be precise...we are looking for hairpins..." Ziyu said in a small voice, then lowered his head under the fiery stare of chrysanthemums, "uh...the hairpin and the needle Really almost..."

Immortal had already started to fiddle with the haystack with his snake stick, when suddenly a half-dead miniature dragon the size of a palm jumped out of the haystack, startling all three of them.

The snake on the snake staff bit the little miniature dragon in a swift and unhurried manner, swallowed it with a gurgle, and then stuck out its tongue hissingly, "It's delicious."

Ding, the system Tianyin: "The player is the miniature pet dragon that can't kill the Queen Sin, triggering the blackening plot of the dungeon, the dungeon [Princess Sin's Pet Room] is now a dungeon [Prince Sin's Pet Counterattack] & [Prince Sin's Pet Room] Rage] superimposed chain dungeons, please handle with care."

"..." Chrysanthemum raised her forehead, "Undead, has your RP dropped to the level of the president recently?"

"Because the snake stick ate the miniature dragon and encountered a blackened chain copy..." Immortal himself was too embarrassed.

"Hiss...delicious~" Snake Zhang was still satisfied.

"It's delicious, you big-headed ghost!!" Immortal and Chrysanthemum roared at the same time.

"Hey..." Zijin tugged at the hem of Undead's clothes—at the moment he was standing on the ground at his height and couldn't touch the sleeves—"What's that over there?"

"What..." Immortal and Chrysanthemum looked up, only to see many pairs of blood-red eyes staring at them in the shadow behind the haystack.

Immortal gulped his saliva, picked up his arms and stepped back: "It seems that the visitor is not kind..."

"Aww... We only have a mage, a priest, and an NPC no bigger than a three-point baby, how do we pass this instance?" Chrysanthemum hugged her head.

"We can go out as long as we find the hairpin." Zijin said, "It's just that I'm more worried about Princess Sin's anger. You know, we still have to rely on her for our future tasks..."

Countless miniature dragons emerged from the haystack, staring at their blood-red eyes and baring their white fangs, growling in their throats: "Aw! So hungry! Aww! We want to eat meat!"

Immortal stared at the miniature dragon for a while, then turned to ask Chrysanthemum: "Such a small dragon should be able to deal with it easily?"

Chrysanthemum weighed it up, aimed at a small fireball, and then saw "Spell Immunity" floating out of the miniature faucet, and a system voice sounded in her ears: "Princess Sin's anger value has increased, players please pay attention! "

"The anger value has increased, hey!" Chrysanthemum stomped her feet, "This can't be fought!"

Zijin took out his food from his pocket and said to the miniature dragons: "Uh, can we discuss it? We will give you something to eat, but you won't eat us? Uh, if you can help us find [Dragon Pattern Cloud Hairpin] It's even better."

The miniature dragons were silent for a moment, and then looked at each other. The ones in the front row showed their fangs, and jumped onto Zijin's hands, chomping, chomping, and chomping, chomping and eating a large bag of sweet parfait and crystal cake. , and then he burped and shyly flew to the side with his little stomach fluttering and flapping his little wings.

The second batch of miniature dragons continued to stare at Ziyu.

Zijin tapped Immortal on the shoulder: "Cooking."

Immortal really wanted to help his forehead, but since the foodie troubles caused by his foodie staff could only be solved by foodie methods, he could only sigh helplessly and set up the simple kitchen to start cooking.

Zijin gnawed the pastry in one hand, and fed the mini dragons with the other hand. Seeing that the mini dragons were distracted, Chrysanthemum rolled up his sleeves and started looking for [龙结云茶], if he found it earlier, he would go out Otherwise, if the ingredients in the undead are all eaten and the miniature dragons are not full, they will probably become the food of the miniature dragons.

"Actually, I'm very glad that the pet Sister Sin has recently become obsessed with is a miniature dragon," Zijin said while nibbling on the pastry, "If it's a giant dragon, we don't have enough for it to swallow in one bite."

Immortal imagined the appearance of a foodie dragon, and found that it was really not cute.

──The miniature dragons put their teeth away, waddled around with their stomachs in their stomachs, and belched and spit out small fireballs, at least they were cute.

"But how can they be so edible?" Immortal asked curiously, "They are so small."

"Because we haven't eaten for a long time." A full little miniature dragon patted its bulging belly, spread it on the table in the simple kitchen in satisfaction, and flicked its tail, "Princess Sin is a good girl." Master, but always forgets to feed us."

──A master who forgets to feed is a good master?

Immortal silently swallowed this complaint, after all, it is really unwise to complain about Princess Sin when she is burning with anger towards them.

"This is the first time we've eaten so much in three years, oh well," the little miniature dragon sighed, "To thank you for feeding me, I don't care about your snake stick eating my cousin's son's grandpa My cousin's grandson's sister-in-law and her elder brother."

Chrysanthemum silently calculated this generation in her heart, and then silently admitted that she had been stunned out of her mind.

──However, it can be concluded that this group of miniature dragons is a big family.

"Then can you help us find [Longwen Yunchai]? Sister Sin said she lost it in here, and it belongs to my mother." Zijin said.

"[Dragon pattern cloud hairpin]?" The little miniature dragon squinted his eyes and thought carefully, and then raised his body with a flick of his tail: "I seem to listen to my uncle's third aunt's younger sister's son-in-law's younger brother's seventh cousin's third sister-in-law. I said that she found a hairpin and liked it so much that she wore it."

Chrysanthemum was too lazy to calculate her seniority this time.

"Then yours..." Bushi hesitated for a moment, and he found that he couldn't even repeat the complicated relationship between generations: "...can relatives return the hairpin to us?"

"Yes! I'll write a letter, you take it to find my seventh aunt's younger brother's cousin, he will give you a flower head, you give that flower to my third aunt's younger sister's son-in-law's seventh cousin , she will help you speak well~ Then you only need to meet one of the requirements of the third sister-in-law to get the hairpin."

Undead and Chrysanthemum were almost vomiting blood because of the series of relatives, and asked with difficulty with circled eyes: "Is there automatic wayfinding?"

"No. You have to inquire about it." The little miniature dragon groped around, then simply raised its paw and pulled a piece of cloth from the immortal robe, licked its paw and pressed a paw print on it: "Okay, this is mine. Personal letter, my name is Andrew. Mini, you can take this to my seventh aunt’s younger brother’s cousin~”

── So!by!explain!Who the hell is that? ! !