Chapter 250 Goji Berry Video Game City 22 - Old Phlegm
Six hours? Build an igloo?
Yun Tuan glanced at Wanyan Bao and suddenly felt a headache.
Here, they have two women with poor stamina, one child, and Shi Qing is the only male.
Even if Shi Qing is one or two, they are still lagging behind other groups.
Yun Tuan raised his head and looked at the display screen. There were only 103 players left. From the original 700, the number dropped sharply to this number, which is really shocking.
"The igloo that can accommodate four people does not need to be too big. If we order something good, our project volume will be much smaller than others." Shi Qing saw Yun Tuan's concerns at a glance and explained.
"Well, let's dig for treasure first and find some useful props." Yun Tuan took off the plastic mask, tested the flatness, and used it as a small shovel to dig out the snow.
An Yuan looked at her doll clothes, sighed and started to dig the snow with her gloved hands.
People, you never know whether your bad luck at this moment will become good luck at the next moment...
Wanyanbao is the youngest among all the players. He constantly receives malicious looks and ridiculing looks from other groups. The whole world is distorted, as if the demons from hell are constantly emerging from the ground to destroy him.
Twist the head off!
These villains turned into his teachers, classmates, and parents——
"Wan Yanbao, what are you studying? Can't you use your little cleverness in class? If you pull girls' braids every day, you can get full marks in the exam??"
"Wan Yanbao, if you don't lend me your homework for copying, I will tell the teacher that you touched me! I will make you a little hooligan!"
"Take out your wallet, I'm tired of protecting this area day in and day out! Be more sensible!"
"Xiaobao, why don't you learn from your brother and be good? You are so stupid and you like to fight and make trouble! I really regret giving birth to you!"
……
Wan Yanbao held his schoolbag in front of him, as if this could block out all malice.
"What are you still doing? Digging with your hands is just digging." Yun Tuan did not turn around and concentrated on digging the snow.
His voice was cool, cutting off the surrounding noise.
Wan Yanbao woke up from his hallucination. He stared blankly at the weird sister wearing a stainless steel collar on the right, "Oh, okay!"
This kind of dry snow is not sticky enough. It is like sand. If you peel it off on one side, it will slide down on the other side.
A little tricky.
Ten meters away, some people were already spitting in order to make snow bricks, trying to use sticky old phlegm to fix the dry snow.
Looking at the clouds makes me feel sick. People don’t have so much phlegm. This is not a sustainable development plan.
Players have not replenished their energy since entering this welfare instance. These six hours of high-intensity work are a huge challenge to their endurance.
As soon as the cloud covered my face, I suddenly hit something hard.
...There is a "treasure" so soon?
She quickly peeled off the dry snow around her and grabbed a box.
There is a rusty lock on it.
An Yuan volunteered, "I'm good at picking locks, I'll do it!"
Yun Tuan shrank the hand holding the prop and turned slightly to block it.
An Yuan looked at Shi Qing a little embarrassedly, "Mr. Shi, please lend me a hairpin and I will return it to you immediately."
Shi Qing casually took out one and handed it to An Yuan, saying seriously: "Be gentle, if we break it we will perish together."
An Yuan waved her hand, "Impossible, I'm very measured, my hands can't be so strong!"
The two of them pulled at each other, only to hear a click, and Yun Tuan had already opened the lock.
Seeing this, Shi Qing took the hairpin back again.
There was an art student's paint scraper placed very carelessly in the iron box, but other than that, there was nothing else.
An Yuan: "Ah, this...is also called a treasure?"
Yun Tuan took out the scraper and the box disappeared automatically. She handed it to Wanyan Bao, "You have small hands, use this."