Forces of Temptation

Li Yinhang had just received the mango halberd, and he hadn't bitten down yet. Hearing this, his appetite suddenly decreased.

However, the reminder from Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, even though it was out of date, was not a problem.

Last night was the necessary rest and relaxation after a brainstorm.

As the night passed, they had to adjust their mentality and try their best to deal with the final battle.

They have come here, and there is no room for slack.

If you are not careful, all previous efforts will be in vain.

Li Yinhang would never underestimate any dungeon, especially last night, she roughly learned from Nan Jixing what a really difficult dungeon is, and she dared not underestimate the final test.

All of a sudden, many worries and anxieties surged up.

Li Yinhang guessed: "Will he separate us?"

Yuan Mingqing: "Maybe."

Li Yinhang: "Will you put us into opposing camps? Either you die or I live?"

Yuan Mingqing: "It's also possible."

Li Yinhang swallowed quietly: "Then..."

Yuan Mingqing interrupted her: "It is possible to erase all of our memories, seal off the item library, or start from scratch."

Li Yinhang: "..."

She hurriedly stuffed herself with a big mouthful of panji to suppress her shock.

The sugar glider-shaped Antarctica squatted on her shoulders, patting her back with its slender tail for fear that she would choke.

After intimidating Li Yinhang, Yuan Mingqing was just about to get milk when he caught Nan Zhou's gaze staring at him intently.

Immediately after, Jiang Fang also chuckled.

As soon as Yuan Mingqing stopped moving, he realized that his little thoughts could not be hidden from these two people at all.

The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties actually understood the thinking of Gaowei people best.

——If they are still 4 people, the Gaowei people will definitely stuff them into the 2V2 dungeon, and it is very likely that the first team of Nanzhou and the first team of Jiangfang will compete with each other, endlessly.

Jiang Fang did not hesitate to recruit Chen Sufeng into the team in the "Douzhuan" casino, not only to fulfill their promise to Chen Sufeng in the arena, but also to break the possibility of Gao Wei framing them.

Except for Nanjixing who turned himself into a bug, the "Cubic Ark" at this time is an odd-numbered system with a maximum of 5 people. At this time, if you want to play a 2V2 routine, from a fair point of view, the number of people cannot be realized. up.

The Gaowei people probably wouldn't have expected it in advance, even after sacrificing several teams, they failed to stop the "Cubic Ark".

The fifth person, Chen Sufeng, joined temporarily.

Therefore, they can't tailor their clothes and immediately create a highly targeted dungeon. They can only pick and choose from the existing dungeons, and temporarily rush to select a similar dungeon.

In other words, the high-dimensional people may not be ready yet, and taking this opportunity to join the game as quickly as possible may increase the winning rate a little.

Of course, Yuan Mingqing's thinking has his reasons.

But he didn't express his conjecture directly, but deliberately exaggerated the ability of Gaowei people and the seriousness of the situation. The reason is also helpless.

——He was worried that after the "Cubic Ark" won the "Dou Zhuan" game, he would take a rest, leaving too much preparation time for the high-dimensional people, and he was also worried that other people in the "Cubic Ark" would suspect that he was blindly urging them to enter the dungeon, with ulterior motives .

After all, they are not on the same boat.

This insurmountable identity gap lies between them, which has always caused a layer of barriers between their "teammates" identities.

If it is said that they can trust each other without reservation, Yuan, Ming and Qing would not believe it if "Li Fangzhou" dared to say it.

So he had no choice but to keep his hand everywhere, not daring to exchange his sincerity with them frankly.

...The result was still seen through.

Yuan Mingqing knew that it would be very dangerous for him to pass the final hurdle with the "Cubic Ark" with such a borderline mentality.

But mentality problem, even if you are aware of it, how can you easily control it?

Last night, Yuan Mingqing planned all the way and stayed up all night.

Li Yinhang's single-player combat ability and mentality are the sinkholes in the team.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang have won consecutive victories all the way, and they are going smoothly. I am afraid they will look down on Gaowei.

Yuan Mingqing himself...

He was always worried that he would not be trusted, and when his crisis was imminent, he might not be able to fully trust them.

The more Yuan Mingqing analyzed, the more confused he became, and he simply turned his attention to Chen Sufeng: "What do you think?"

"Ask me? I'm free."

Chen Sufeng focused on using a fork to smear jam on everyone's bread one by one, acting seriously, as if this was the most important thing for him at the moment, and no high-dimensional person was so important: "Anytime is fine."

... This answer did not satisfy Yuan Mingqing either.

He still remembered that in yesterday's "Dou Zhuan", when Chen Sufeng and others used Russian roulette to bet their lives, every shot was fired with the momentum of suicide, and every move was extremely crazy.

But now, he just sat there quietly, like a well-behaved and obedient male college student.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was suppressing a surge of emotion in his heart, like an active volcano, who didn't know when it would erupt.

To put it bluntly, everyone has more or less their own problems.

... The more Yuan Mingqing calculated, the more he felt that their chances of winning were limited, and they needed to get in touch before entering the dungeon.

But if the time is delayed any longer, the Gaowei people will be given time to prepare for them.

Dilemma.

The room was silent.

Today's weather is gloomy, the sky is full of misty clouds, and there has been muffled thunder since early morning. A torrential rain was held behind the clouds, ready to go.

Originally, this kind of weather is the most suitable for sleeping late, but the war is imminent, everyone has their own ideas, how can they have the idea of ​​going back to sleep?

During the silence, suddenly, there was a very light knock on the door.

"Tude."

This voice seemed to be knocking directly into the heart, making people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

The house was already quiet, and the five of them kept quiet at the same time, trying to pretend that there was no one in the house, so as to test the reaction of those who came.

But the person who came seemed to be convinced that there was someone in the room, and the knock on the door sounded again: "Duk Tuk."

Chen Sufeng rolled the unfinished pancake into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, skillfully reached out his hand to touch the dagger, put it on his chest, and looked at the door with a calm expression.

Nan Zhou got up and walked towards the door openly.

Yuan Mingqing was startled: "...Hello."

Even though they knew that after the high-dimensional people's toss, there were basically no companions who could pose a threat to them in the safe point, but Yuan Mingqing still refused to let go of his vigilance.

Thanks to the pursuit of thousands of people, Yuan Mingqing did not believe that other players would trust "Li Ark".

In case it is those extreme players, want to do something to them...

Wouldn't it be worse if someone got hurt or lost staff? ...

When Yuan, Ming and Qing were suspicious, Nan Zhou frankly slid the door chain and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a naive puppet with...Yi Shuige's glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Nan Zhou and the puppet tilted their heads simultaneously.

The puppet came uninvited, staggered in, and unzipped the zipper on its stomach, revealing a ball of soft cotton, and hidden in the cotton... many prop cards.

It took out things one by one and lined them up on the ground.

Nan Zhou casually picked up the same.

With a ding, an A-level medicine box was passed into a free storage slot of him immediately through the trading system.

——Only in the state of blood loss, it can recover 40% of the blood of a single target.

Nan Zhou picked up the same thing again.

It is an oxygen card that can continue oxygen for 72 hours.

These prop cards with strange functions and values ​​ranging from C to S grades have been processed by the system and turned into free 0-point trading cards.

There are a lot of prop cards in the puppet's belly. It squats on the ground, uses both hands, and keeps busy.

It is like Doraemon, and it takes out everything and arranges them.

In addition to these items, there is a handwritten letter attached. Although it has not been signed, you can guess whose handwriting it is just by looking at the puppet and the words "life and death" on the legs of the glasses. .

"After helping you yesterday, many people came to me and asked me to hand over some things to you before you enter the copy."

"I know you may not need it, but it's better than nothing."

"Some people hate you, and some people trust you, and you can only trust you."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Yuan Mingqing took the letter and read it twice from the beginning to the end, but still couldn't get it together: "...?"

...Send props?

And it was sent by those ordinary players?

Why are you willing to help them now when you have faced swords and swords before?

They may not necessarily win.

At that time, the high-dimensional people may also throw them into a dungeon where the props do not work, and it is free to give away.

Rather than giving it to them, it's better to keep it. In case of any unexpected situation, such as they fail to break through the level and the game restarts, they can save their own lives.

why--

The more Yuan Mingqing thought about it, the more he felt that his skin was burning hot.

He has always believed that human beings are like ants, and in the face of an incomprehensible and powerful force far beyond him, they should only tremble and beg for mercy to save their lives.

But ants also have spirits.

The vastness of the universe and its vast power have nothing to do with them.

They don't live for the universe.

They worked hard to extend their tentacles and pass each other, trying to pass a little hope of winning.

It took a long time for the puppet to count the prop cards.

572 cards are also 572 kinds of thoughts.

There may be more, but after screening by Yi Shuige, they found that they didn't have much effect, so they returned them.

After handing over the gift, the puppet has no intention of leaving.

Nan Zhou looked at the puppet for a moment, felt relieved, and reached out to take off the glasses worn by the puppet.

In an instant, Nan Zhou felt that the world in front of him was in a kaleidoscope of chaos, the color blocks were reversed, and the colors flowed horizontally.

But soon, everything returned to normal.

Nan Zhou slightly pulled down the brown sunglasses he was wearing, revealing a pair of flowing eyes.

...Yi Shuige casually threw his core S-level life-saving props to them with a wave of his hand.

The same thought came to everyone's minds by coincidence.

Will he... be in danger?

……

Yi Shuige wore a pair of ordinary brown glasses, covered with water vapor, wrapped the key ring with his index finger, shook the key, and pushed the door to enter the house: "I'm back."

When he pushed open the door, he immediately saw the loose binding on the head of the bed, which was being blown endlessly by the rainy wind blowing in from the wide open window.

There was a silver light.

When the chill in his throat was accompanied by a slight pain, Yi Shuige only felt a heat in his neck, followed by a slight tingling pain.

Yi Shuige tapped the roof of his tongue lightly, a little surprised: "...Oh?"

Xie Xiangyu turned in from behind the door, flipped up the homemade steel spike in his hand, cut into the skin at an angle, and then stopped going deep: "Don't move."

The steel thorns are already sharp, and each thorn is inlaid with deep bloodletting grooves.

As long as he tilted a little more, Yi Shuige's slit throat would turn into a blood canal that broke the embankment.

Without waiting for Yi Shuige to speak, Xie Xiangyu knocked off the glasses he used for camouflage and crushed them.

His eyes, originally hidden under the glasses, had returned to their normal appearance.

His eyes were hazel, and without the weird floodlight, Yi Shuige's whole person was a bit more refined and Confucian.

Xie Xiangyu lifted his chin triumphantly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yi, I want to know, how can you deal with me without the 'Dance of Puppets'?"