Hearing this, Gu Mian couldn't help but imagine this scene——
A high-end version of Xiao Qiao was holding his head and sucking his brains.
The picture is too beautiful.
Gu Mian shook her head to get this image out of her mind.
"Speaking of which, the NPC named 'Lucky' has the same voice as Xiao Qiao. I wonder if his appearance is also the same." Gu Mian thought.
The fat man picked up the garbage bag: "Based on your description, doctor, I feel that the NPC in the seventh world should look similar to Miss Xiao Qiao. After all, Miss Xiao Qiao is the person she created."
Because there were really no living people in the seventh world, "Lucky" had no choice but to create a guardian himself and throw it to the earth.
Gu Mian couldn't help but begin to sympathize with this poor NPC.
This should be the most miserable core character among the seven worlds. There is not a single living person left in her world, and she still has to work hard to prevent the world from collapsing.
He is an unlucky NPC.
Gu Mian felt that the name "Lucky" didn't suit her at all, so she might as well change her name to "Misfortune".
At this time, the fat man had already opened the door with a black garbage bag: "Doctor, I am going out to take out the garbage. I will cook for you when I get back."
Gu Mian looked out the window. The sun in the distance was tilted to the west and was almost setting behind the horizon.
Today is really a thrilling day.
From the seventh world to the train, and from passing the train to a magical director's copy.
On this day they met the very lucky Miss Lucky and the hospitable uncle conductor.
I also knew the names of several key figures.
Next, they must strive to make more friends to prevent the serial collapse of the low-dimensional world.
After eating, Gu Mian lay peacefully on the bed.
Xiao Hong next to him had no idea what a magnificent day he had gone through. From Xiao Hong's perspective, Gu Mian just disappeared for a few hours and then came back.
She was still holding her own lychee soda as usual, sipping it with relish beside Gu Mian's bed.
She stayed there for a long time and felt a little aggrieved when she saw that the person on the bed ignored her.
Just when Xiao Hong was feeling aggrieved, Gu Mian suddenly reached out and patted the slightly aggrieved head beside the bed: "Don't worry, I won't let you die."
Xiao Hong, who was patted on the head, immediately became happy and happily got under the bed.
"What a day of harmony and friendship." Gu Mian pulled her quilt and closed her eyes.
This is how a successful day comes to an end.
And Xiao Qiao finally woke up ten days later.
There are no major health problems, but my face is a little pale after sleeping for a long time.
Gu Mian was sure that this was the same Xiao Qiao who didn't have enough brain capacity before, and that bloody plot of "taking over the house" didn't happen.
It is worth mentioning that the first thing Xiao Qiao did when he woke up was to go find Gu Mian and carefully examine the lower half of his face.
Before she fainted, the last thing she saw was Gu Mian's chin that had been torn by the earth.
In the past ten days, the wounds on Gu Mian's face had already scabbed and fallen off. Xiao Qiao was relieved to see the lower half of his face that was still perfect.
"Doctor," the fat man said hesitantly, "has Miss Xiao Qiao's brain deteriorated again? Shouldn't most people cry after escaping death? Why does she come to care about you, Doctor, as soon as she opens her eyes?"
Gu Mian touched the injured spot: "Maybe she thinks my face is more important than her life."
The fat man scratched his head: "Doctor, you have to protect your face."
"I would have done it if you didn't tell me."
After confirming that Gu Mian was not disfigured, Xiao Qiao sat in front of the window in a daze, not crying with emotion as the fat man had imagined.
Looking at her figure, I can actually feel a bit depressed.
"What's wrong with Miss Xiao Qiao? She hasn't been normal since she woke up." Fatty felt something was wrong. "She has never been so depressed before. It can't be because the seventh world collapsed, so she is sad."
Gu Mian was also surprised. He wanted to ask Xiao Qiao if she knew about luck.
Just when the two of them were wondering, Xiao Qiao stood up suddenly by the window.
Then he started muttering to himself: "No, it shouldn't be, why, I don't understand..."
Did you find something? Gu Mian asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Qiao then turned to look at him: "There's something wrong with me."
What?
Gu Mian found it difficult to communicate normally with her.
Before he could continue to ask, Xiao Qiao began to repeat what he had said before and walked to the door on his own.
The fat man looked at Xiao Qiao's back with concern: "Doctor, do you know of any medicine that can improve IQ?"
"I'm afraid not."
Gu Mian also looked at Xiao Qiao's leaving figure.
Fortunately, the road outside was closed to traffic, otherwise he was really worried that Xiao Qiao would accidentally be hit by a car and die.
Xiao Qiao's current mental condition is not good, and Gu Mian plans to ask her about the seventh world and luck in a few days.
Gu Mian spent the next few days studying the walkie-talkie she snatched from Mr. Green.
He pressed all the strange buttons on it, but the intercom didn't respond at all.
"Is it true that only NPCs can use this thing?" Gu Mian felt a little regretful. She would have tied up Mr. Green if she had known better.
After the walkie-talkie was robbed, the poor green host disappeared. Fatty guessed that he might have found a corner to calm down his psychological trauma.
"Mr. Lu must have some psychological shadow," the fat man looked at the walkie-talkie that Gu Mian had thrown aside, "Doctor, you always steal other people's things and scare him so much that he doesn't dare to show up."
The fat man was right.
A few days later, Gu Mian found a small note slipped into the room through the crack of the door.
It was Mr. Green who secretly stuffed them in while they were sleeping.
[I found another place to stay temporarily, don’t look for me, don’t think about it]
The fat man looked at the note that Mr. Green had secretly stuffed in, and marveled: "This looks like a letter left by a child who ran away from home. I didn't expect that Mr. Green has a childish heart."
"By the way," speaking of running away from home, the fat man picked up the calendar next to the table and circled a date. "There are only a few days until the Mid-Autumn Festival. This was originally a day for reunion, but Mr. Green left.
We are far away..."
Because she had not been at work for so long, Gu Mian almost forgot about these holidays.
After the fat man reminded him, he remembered that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon.
"Didn't the game plan to hold any events for such a big holiday?" Gu Mian opened her panel and found that the event interface was still gray, and the organizer seemed to have no plans to hold any events.
Previous Lantern Festival, dragon boat racing, and college entrance examination activities were all held during important holidays.
He originally thought that there would be new activities during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he didn't expect that there was no news from the organizers.
"That's right," Fatty said, "There are no events during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Could it be that this game wants to shut down the server and run away?"
If it really shuts down the server and runs away, the players will probably cry for joy.
"The death protection mechanism was not turned off before, and the low-dimensional world held events to harm players. Now players will actually die in the dungeon, and the low-dimensional world does not have to waste energy to hold events." Gu Mian looked at the date circled by the fat man,
"Should we eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"ah?"
Gu Mian's topic was too exciting, and it took the fat man a while to react: "Yes, I want to eat mooncakes. Doctor, what kind of mooncakes do you like to eat?"
Gu Mian thought carefully for a while before speaking: "I don't like anything with rock sugar, it will scratch my teeth. Anything else is fine."
Since there is no need to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, Gu Mian has not eaten many mooncakes. Therefore, he has very little knowledge of the types of mooncakes.
The fat man clapped his hands: "I will do it myself, and I will definitely not hurt the doctor's teeth."
After that, he hurried out, saying he was going to buy molds and mooncake materials.
Chu Changge on the side said: "When do you plan to enter the next dungeon? After the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
The human order has collapsed, and traditional festivals have no meaning.
But Gu Mian still hopes that this festival can be peaceful.
But this is also a luxury.
"Just these few days, come out and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival." Gu Mian thought, "I don't know how long luck can last, we have to hurry up."
He borrowed big data search from Xiao Qiao to search for the core characters in the copy.
