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The long corridors are separated by a distance of more than ten meters.

Song Yang's Adam's apple rolled down.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, thunderous footsteps and heart-piercing screams came from behind him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Those players were chased by another giant dragon and ran towards here!

When they ran here, they naturally saw the dead dragon lying on the ground again, but they had no idea that the monster was dead. In addition, there was an extra triangle on the dragon's body. !A humanoid triangle!

What the hell is this? !

The players didn't know whether they were scared by the monster or the triangle, anyway, they were scared out of their wits, and turned around and ran back again crying!

And the other giant dragon is just guarding them behind.

The giant dragon swooped down with its wings wide open, dripping saliva between its teeth, its eyes glowed with hunger, and its throat roared like a malicious laugh.

The moment he met Xia Jing's eyes, the giant dragon suddenly screamed and slammed on the brakes, turned around and ran away like drifting!

This was quite a quick run, and the players gasped for a moment and stayed where they were.

...What is this monster running for?

At this moment, they suddenly realized something, their heads calmed down, and they turned their heads to look at the young man standing above the dragon's corpse.

The young man was facing the wind, his black hair fluttering, his slender figure was very calm, like a sharp sword stabilizing in everyone's heart.

Filters are the most amazing things in this world.

The triangle that seemed eerie and terrifying just now seemed to be shining brightly at this moment, as if it was shining with the brilliance of righteousness.

A group of players opened their eyes wide, and their moods began to stir. They staggered towards Xia Jing and said excitedly: "This, this triangle brother, are you our savior..."

The faucet that Xia Jing had unloaded a long time ago failed to resist the force of gravity, and suddenly tilted downwards.

A group of players were frightened to a high degree in an instant: "This monster is not dead at all, don't be confused by this strange triangle, run quickly, brothers!!"

They turned around and ran again.

Song Yang: "..."

He fell into a long, long silence.

Behind him, the young man's tone was very calm: "This is a regular plot, and it can happen several times a month, so don't be surprised."

Song Yang: "..."

Then, the guy behind him jokingly said:

"In order to prevent the scene from becoming more chaotic, Comrade Xiao Song, come and help me disassemble the monster."

Song Yang turned his head.

This is a very psychedelic and romantic copy of the environment.

The air is filled with wonderful blue and pink light.

The triangles shone brightly in this light.

Even though it was such an absurd and funny scene, Song Yang's mood was so good that he could float.

He laughed suddenly, and said lazily: "Direct me as soon as you come up?"

Triangle tilted its head, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "Is it considered as a payment to enter the safe house?"

Song Yang's smile deepened: "OK."

"Then I have no objection, Boss Xia."

... Then Song Yang was ordered to climb up and down, dripping with sweat.

In the past, when he harvested the body parts of monsters, he only took the important parts, and the body parts of common parts were just two pieces. He had never dissected a whole monster in such a troublesome way.

A giant dragon weighs about seven or eight tons, which is as heavy as a full-grown elephant.

Xia Jing had to dismantle this monster completely and take it home, he was just like a hamster desperately stuffing melon seeds into his cheek pouches when he couldn't fit it anymore.

Knowing that Song Yang's space bag was almost full, he squinted his eyes, looking like "you, an employee, are not doing a good job".

Song Yang laughed angrily: "Boss Xia, I'm a temporary worker."

Who knows that the boss's task is so difficult this time.

After hearing this, Xia Jing couldn't help looking at the remaining pieces with some regret, and said softly, "Then these can't be taken away."

The young man's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the ending sound of regret disappeared in the murmur.

Song Yang: "..."

Song Yang felt that there was something wrong with him. He suddenly felt that he should bring seven or eight interspatial bags with him in case of emergencies!

Xia Jing is not a person who is too entangled. If the space bag can't fit, it won't fit. Anyway, this trip has been fruitful.

He put away the interspatial bag, and he returned to his usual good mood.

The young man raised his eyelids, and the slightly curled eyelashes at the end of his eyes seemed to flicker in Song Yang's heart. He smiled lightly and said, "Then, come with me, Comrade Xiao Song."

The young man turned around and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

Song Yang's heart beat faster.

—The two of them finally reached this step.

He looked deeply at Xia Jing's back, and followed with steps.

……

When Xia Jing decides to step out of the safe house and play in the dungeon he randomly drifts to, the safe house is usually parked in an inconspicuous corner, so that Xia Jing's entry and exit will not be too eye-catching.

——Xia Jing didn't care that much about being discovered, but he was also not interested in being too high-profile.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the safe house, the clingy golden retriever came up to post the stickers with his tail flicking, but this time the situation was different from the past.

In addition to the fragrance of the owner's body and the stench from the monster's body in the space bag, the golden retriever also smelled another strange smell.

It raised its head abruptly, and was stunned when it saw Song Yang following Xia Jing.

Xia Jing has never taken the initiative to bring anyone into the safe house, this is of course, after all, no one has even known Xia Jing's identity since the birth of Smiling Face City.

But now what is going on with this man swaggering in behind Xia Jing's ass?

The man is very tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, handsome appearance, and fashionable clothes. He is completely a super handsome guy. In this bloody and terrifying dungeon world, he is like a sudden landscape.

Tuanzi looked at Song Yang in shock, and then at Xia Jing, wondering what the situation was.

Xia Jing rubbed its dog's head: "His name is Song Yang, so don't be restrained in front of him."

Song Yang stepped into the safe house for the first time, and quickly scanned the whole house. His first reaction was that although Xia Jing lived here alone, he took care of the house so warmly.

He even had a dog.

Song Yang looked at the silly golden retriever and thought of the Border Collie that he had raised at home, and asked with a smile, "What's its name?"

Xia Jing said without turning his head, "Tuanzi."

"Duanzi?" Song Yang repeated with a smile, and then the smile froze, thinking of something, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Is it the 'good friend' Tuanzi who drew a human skin mask for you?"

Tuanzigou's face was dumbfounded.

It was only at this time that Xia Jing remembered this incident, and his movements paused.

Then he turned sideways and replied solemnly: "Yes, it has a lot of skill points. Although it is a bit clumsy, it is still a smart dog."

Tuanzi: "???"

Xia Jing said innocently: "So this time I'll draw by myself."

Speaking of this, Xia Jing suddenly became a little interested, tilted his head and asked Song Yang: "What do you think of my face painting this time?"

Song Yang looked at the triangular face filled with the expectation of "Last time you said that my human skin mask was not good enough, this time my level will recover", and fell into a weird silence.

...Can he say that his evaluation of the human skin mask last time was purely a misunderstanding?

The one who painted the human skin mask turned out to be a dog...

He actually faced a dog...

If I had known earlier, it would be better to let the dog...

Song Yang couldn't say anything.

He choked in his chest.

Song Yang wiped his face and said dumbly, "...This time, it's very your style."

Xia Jing nodded in satisfaction, and then asked expectantly, "Which one do you think is better, the geometric face shape or the complex face shape when we met in the two previous dungeons?"

Song Yang: "..."

What kind of problem of the century is this? ?

Mathematics, physics, biomedicine are not so difficult!

However, Xia Jing was still inexplicably waiting for his answer earnestly. Song Yang clearly realized that things had gone astray all the way before he knew it...

He took a deep breath, compared the two styles of faces with difficulty, and suddenly felt that the extremely ugly human skin mask was also a protective color, so he said against his will: "I think complex faces are better."

"Fei Shengxiao and the others said the same thing last time." Xia Jing touched his chin with his fingers, and said briskly, "Understood, I will study it again."

"..." Song Yang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "How about I draw a mask for you?"

Xia Jing glanced at him: "Personal art doesn't need other people's intervention."

Song Yang: "..."

That dog will do? !

Seeing that Xia Jing turned around and was about to go to the kitchen, Song Yang immediately followed and asked, "You just left me here?"

Xia Jing curled his lips and said, "You are free here, you can do whatever you want, Doctor Song."

"You were Comrade Xiao Song just now, but now you are Dr. Song?" Song Yang lazily said, "After finishing being a boss who commands employees, it's time to be a boss who serves customers. How do you usually entertain customers here? of?"

Xia Jing looked at him with a half-smile: "Then, does this gentleman want to eat something?"

As soon as Xia Jing said these words, Song Yang stopped.

The man said slowly: "I don't want to eat anything, I just want to see Boss Xia's true face."

"We have an appointment, haven't we?" Song Yang stared fixedly at Xia Jing, his voice was very low, "When I find you, take off the mask."

There was a sudden silence in the safe house.

Song Yang has lived for more than 20 years, and he rarely has any attachments.

It is true that he had already seen Xia Jing's face, but that time was by accident, and Xia Jing at that time was still wearing a disguise.

It was different for Song Yang to let this young man take the initiative to remove that thick disguise in front of him.

At this moment, he couldn't say what the difference meant.

All he knew was that his heart was beating so fast that he was sick.

One pair of eyes can hardly be separated from the person in front of him.

He even tensed his body silently, tensed his strings, and all his thoughts and senses were concentrated on the young man in front of him.

As a result, his eyes became straight.

He saw Xia Jing formally turn around and face him.

The young man laughed, as always, with a hint of banter and ridicule.

This kind of smile does not appear to be serious, and it is also this kind of smile, which always reveals a sense of distance.

But now Song Yang always feels that he seems to be able to penetrate this layer of cynicism and really grab the opponent.

This was the closest moment between him and this young man.

Suddenly, the sound of opening the door came from a distance behind, and a player shouted in a daze, "Hello... yes, is there anyone?"

And in the corner of the safe house, in front of the kitchen, in a dark corner that new players can't see.

Song Yang's ear suddenly sounded softly like a clear spring-like voice.

"Although I have already promised--"

"However, why is Dr. Song so obsessed with a man's true face?"

In an instant, Song Yang felt that the blood all over his body became hot.

His breathing stagnated unconsciously, and the muscles all over his body were tense like stones.

In front of him—

The young man put his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, tilted his head, and looked at him with a half-smile.

This person has already removed his mask.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes are beautiful in shape, and the tips of the eyes are touching.

The pitch-black eyes, the slightly hooked lips, the milky white skin, and even the mandible seemed to have been carefully drawn.

The dim light made everything more ambiguous.

And this face is extremely beautiful.

At this moment, Song Yang really felt that he was sick.

I can't tell why I'm sick, but my whole body is not right.

That thought came to his mind again.

How could this guy look so good.