So the apron with "666" printed on it belongs to the novelist, not the pervert wearing the mask.
But something is wrong.
The timeline doesn’t match up.
Counting from the time of the waves, it has only been a few hours since everyone entered the dungeon, so the "Joker" and the novelist should not be familiar enough to "help each other".
Unless, this welfare copy is also a restart copy.
Those NPCs have perfectly preserved the memories of the hunting sect players...
The novelist has seen the crazy side of the "Joker", so he will take the initiative to find the other party and propose cooperation.
As a player who entered the dungeon for the first time, she didn't even understand the process and had no advantage at all.
Yun Tuan yawned, and she raised her hand to poke Bei Xi, "Can you go out now?"
Beixi lowered his eyebrows, and a circle of golden light suddenly appeared in his dark eyes, with a sense of aggression like a snake's vertical pupils.
"Okay, where to go? There's a snack shop downstairs, a concert upstairs, and a bar on the terrace."
"The concert...can I sneak in?"
Yun Tuan thought for a moment, raised his head and smiled, a bit silly.
"Yes..." Bei Xi stood up, turned to look at He Yu, and asked silently.
He Yu looked at the long nails on his left hand and pondered for two seconds. His silver-white hair curled slightly, casting a shadow on his forehead.
He unbuttoned his gorgeous performance jacket, jumped off the long table, and his pure white sneakers hit the ground with a dull sound.
"Let's go."
This little movement did not alarm the people who were solving the case.
Because of Beixi's ability, there seems to be an invisible barrier between them and the NPCs.
It's quite convenient.
Yun Tuan glanced at the dark-skinned young man and thought to himself: It's not possible for someone of this height to fit into the storage compartment, but he can definitely fit into the evil dragon's storage bag.
But forget it...
Beixi is even more difficult to figure out than [Tofu Nao]. It’s easy to ask the gods but hard to send them away. When something goes wrong, she won’t even be able to save it.
Beixi looked at the girl who kept looking at him, puzzled - why did her eyes look like she was looking at the products on the shelf?
"What are you doing with your eyebrows? How about I show off my style and put your headbands on for a walk?"
He Yu casually smoothed back the broken hair in front of his forehead, and one or two "die-hard" strands still hung lightly on his forehead, as lazy as a white cat basking in the sun by the window in the afternoon.
"It's not necessary."
Yun Tuan twitched his lips, picked up the fire extinguisher on the ground, and followed Bei Xi.
The concert hall is wider than the theater downstairs.
The audience is stacked up behind the orchestra, and at a glance, they are all covered in black heads.
He Yu's mood was obviously a little happier, but he didn't immediately pounce on him to commit murder.
Yun Tuan frowned and leaned aside. The live broadcast was still not started, but He Yu still...
So he is not a hunting sect to lure people, but... out of interest?
Yun Tuan looked at the back of Bei Xi's head. This guy has a good relationship with He Yu. Isn't he also the same pervert?
Birds of a feather flock together, and if it's not related to interests, then it's because of similar odors.
She pressed her eyebrows and carefully observed the dynamics of "Black and White Impermanence" while looking around the concert hall.
There seems to be something wrong with the orchestra. Ten minutes have passed and the performance has not started yet.
However, there are many buckets on the top of the theater, so this place is indeed a mission point.
Will the legendary Yuanyue be here?
No, for people with anxiety and hyperacusis, going to a concert will only aggravate their condition.
Where will Yuanyue be?
He only lowered his head and thought for a few seconds before Yun Tuan noticed a silver electronic eye flying in front of his eyes.
The size of an egg, the mechanical wings spread out to both sides, full of futuristic feel.