"Master, if you don't mind it, why don't I drink this cup with you to relieve the worries of the cold weather?"
Bu Qianqian is the number one, and she would never come out to attract customers by herself.
But now she has to take care of the entire Yihong Mansion, and she always plans to get more familiar with these strange people. Her experience in Yuhua Tower made her inexplicably feel that these guests might be very important in the future.
Therefore, Sherlock Hook, who had just left his companion and looked quite elegant and comely, became the target of her polite remarks.
"Girl, you're welcome."
Sherlock Hook looked at Bu Qianqian and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the character models in the game were really exquisite: "I am really lucky to have such a beauty as my companion."
Bu Qianqian smiled shyly, and gently took the wine glass in front of Sherlock Hook and filled it up: "Where are you from, young master? Are you still used to coming to Sky Eagle City?"
Sherlock Hook shrugged: "Me, I'm just an unemployed vagrant and a bad game player."
Bu Qianqian naturally couldn't hear these words. Sherlock Hook looked at her who seemed to be deaf and sighed in his heart.
He always likes to test the reactions of these NPCs, but currently it seems that just like the time inside, any dialogue that involves the real world or points out that this is a game that goes against the concept of "role playing", the NPCs are automatically unable to identified.
"It seems that this AI's default natural language recognition level is quite high."
Sherlock Hook muttered to himself and smiled at Bu Qianqian: "As you can see, we are just a group of strangers. We were fortunate enough to be taken in by the Simeng Sect and went to the front line. Naturally, we are here to repay our kindness."
The two chatted for a few words. Even though Sherlock Hook was a little reluctant to let go, Bu Qianqian knew a lot of people and could always answer awkward conversations comfortably. Before they knew it, they had already started talking. It's like a close friend.
The half-full jug of wine was quickly gone. Bu Qianqian winked at a waiter passing by, who quickly took a jug. Sherlock Hook couldn't help but look embarrassed:
"Miss Qianqian, I...we don't have any financial obligations at the moment. We are all brought out by the sect to fight. I'm afraid..."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, and he was still a little angry for no reason.
Damn it, what does it mean to show off your timidity in front of a beautiful NPC girl while playing a game?
Unexpectedly, Bu Qianqian just smiled and said: "Young master sacrificed your life for the country. We who run the restaurant just give you a bottle of wine, which is not enough. How can we ask for your money?"
She filled a cup and handed it over gently, blinking her bright eyes: "If the young master and the young master's friends can take more care of Yihonglou in the future, Qianqian will be satisfied."
"That...of course."
Sherlock Hook drank a glass of wine and found that he was being teased by an NPC. His face turned red and he was shocked.
He hurriedly tried his best to clear his mind, looked at Bu Qianqian, suddenly his mind moved, he picked up his chopsticks and dipped them in the wine, and wrote a few words on the table: "Miss Qianqian, I want to ask you, do you agree with this?" Did you say you’ve met?”
What he wrote down were a few key words:
Server, Player, PVP
These are words that NPCs should not know.
As expected, Bu Qianqian looked at it carefully and shook her head apologetically: "Qianqian is not very talented and has only learned some lyrics at this fireworks venue since she was a child. I really don't recognize them."
"really……"
Sherlock Hook pondered for a moment, wrote a few more strokes, and asked again: "What about this?"
What he wrote were these words: service, play
"Serve, play?"
Bu Qianqian blinked: "I wonder if Qianqian read it correctly?"
"That's right!"
Sherlock Hook excitedly pointed to the words "service" and "server" he wrote, and said, "Aren't the glyphs of these first two words the same?"
Understanding the natural language filtering mechanism of NPCs is an important step in Yinxue.
"this……"
Bu Qianqian looked at it carefully, but said apologetically: "Young master, please don't blame me, but the word "service" is quite different from the word you left in front of me."
different……
Sherlock Hook was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and nodded.
It seems that the level of thinking of these NPCs has blocked these relevant information, and it can only be said that this road is blocked.
Seeing his undisguised expression of frustration, Bu Qianqian smiled and said, "Young Master's actions reminded Qianqian of a noble person, and also made Qianqian recognize such unrecognizable words."
"You are also asked to recognize such unrecognizable words?"
Sherlock Hook thought for a moment and felt that it was reasonable and reasonable for other Yin science enthusiasts to be curious about this, and it was not a strange thing.
At this moment, Tang Xiaobei and his party had returned from the dungeon with a lot of shouts. Bu Qianqian saw them from a distance, so she stood up and bowed slightly and saluted: "Young master's guests and friends have arrived, so Qianqian won't disturb them anymore. If there is a good match, , there will be a period later."
Looking at her back as she turned away, Sherlock Hook felt a little disappointed.
"How come the level of NPCs is higher than that of real people..."
He stared blankly at Bu Qianqian who disappeared into the crowd. It was not until Tang Xiaobei and his party took their seats noisily that he finally calmed down.
As soon as Bu Qianqian stepped onto the stairs to the top wing, a man wearing the clothes of an inner disciple of Hanying Sect came up to him: "Miss Qianqian, how are you? Did you find out anything?"
This person was Brother Yun who was almost expelled from the Han Ying Sect. After being sidelined by Yang Kai, Brother Yun was thrown into the Yihong Building to help Bu Qianqian, as if he was running errands.
"The stranger may not really have much money."
Bu Qianqian sighed and warned: "Those below who are providing drinks and banquets, if nothing else, they should all contribute money to set up the table. Just remember to ask the guys not to give them credit."
"Hmm, what else?"
Brother Yun nodded as seriously as a chicken pecking rice, and Bu Qianqian smiled slightly: "According to what the scholar-like stranger said, most of the people who come to the front line of Tianying City are martial arts among strangers, but if they are fighting If we fight harder, more strangers will come."
"If this is the case, the building will have to make arrangements in advance."
Brother Yun thought deeply and said, "Thanks to you, Miss Qianqian, otherwise we wouldn't know anything, and we would have to be blind when there are too many people."
"If anything, Han Ying Zong is willing to treat us promiscuous women so generously, which is already a great kindness."
Bu Qianqian nodded slightly: "I also asked that foreigners can actually make do with food and wine, and there is no need to prepare those complicated dishes. On the contrary, the attic is the most important thing. No matter how big or small, it must be ordered."
"Having a roof to protect you from wind and rain is naturally important." Brother Yun agreed.
Bu Qianqian nodded, leaning sideways on the railing of the stairs, looking down at the strangers downstairs from a distance: "Also... regarding these strangers, maybe your junior brother Gu was also related."
The young man named Gu also did the things about reading and reading pictures today. Why is this?
"Gu Hanyang..."
Brother Yun sighed and looked at the strangers downstairs: "I heard that Junior Brother Gu has put in a lot of effort from building the building to recruiting people, and then to the current arrangements of the Hanying Sect. I am really embarrassed to be his Senior brother... There is still no news about him. I just hope that when the war breaks out, he will be safe in West Asia."
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